“It is one thing to travel beyond our boundaries,
“It is one thing to travel beyond our boundaries,it is another altogether to expect companions.”
it is another altogether to expect companions.”The message from Milan had come yesterday. It lay upon the desk in his old room in Verrocchio’s studio. He ignored it, though it screamed out to him whenever he glanced its way. It was a nagging Leonardo wished to deny, yet he could only forestall giving in to it. Part of him longed to cede to it, longed for Milan.
As he dressed that morn, it once more cried out to him. Or was it his own longing that pestered him? He commanded it to shut up as he left the room, shutting the missive within.
The sounds reached him first. As Leonardo descended the wooden steps from the small rooms on the third floo
