He blinks, the conviction in Bonaccorso's voice unexpected from a man so withered, but it's also heartening. The silence reigns while he imagines the strength of Bonaccorso's former rule and briefly shares the city's lament that he won't be around a great deal longer.

Eleven nods thoughtfully. "If they both love Taravast, then I'd hope they would be able to work together for the sake of it. If Vannozza is a sword, perhaps she leads the armies while Macaluso looks after the people. The politics of it all seem less important than the city's safety."