Prologue 27
Brabatio looked at the scroll on his
hands. He was back at his villa and was waiting for someone. Gratiano was seated at the
far table, gobbling some exotic fruits that dripped the juices onto the tunic.
"Let me go, Brabatio. I have my ship ready and more to
it...." Brabatio cut in on the words.
"Your mistress awaits you with her open legs." Brabatio had
remained loyal to his dead wife, and shunned off the others who had came
offering. He had lived his life solitary to raised his daughter, and for that
he was exiled by her for her so called love. Gratiano was to reply when
Lodovico arrived, as he was expected by Brabatio.
"Come forth, Lodovico. I have a task for you. Or more like the
Emperor asked of you." Brabatio told his other cousin. "You are to
deliver this to Othello."
Lodovico took the scroll, sealed with the Emperor's personal stamp.
"I heard of it, although I missed the Senate session. So its true
that the Emperor wants him to be a Senator like his father."
"Your ears did not deceived you." Brabatio replied. "Its
just my eyes that missed the events that would had led to it. Othello was never
his true son, but a bastard or picked up trash from the battle field."
"But he had none to picked from." Lodovico told the other.
"More to it, Othello is your daughter's love and one more voice to support
you."
"Support? The man hates me. You were there, when I protested on
his union. We all stood before the Emperor for justice, or was it mis-justice,
as he won, and I lost." Brabatio sighed. "He must hate me for
that."
"Said no more, Brabatio. I would seek him and put to right the
wrong." Lodovico told his cousin. "I am the best there is in such
situation. Come with me, Gratiano. Your ship I heard is ready to sail.'
"Aye, and a mistress to warmth my bed." Gratiano replied. He
then looked at Lodovico. "Of you, I am sure there are some ewes I could
spare."
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