Leonardo Banetti



CHAPTER ONE

I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.”

- Leonardo da Vinci


The trip from Venice to Florence was long and rough, and young Leonardo shifted uncomfortably in the padded coach seat, trying to get comfortable during the hot ride. Moving from window to window gazing at the sights of central Italy, occasionally fiddling with the latch to the carriage door, Leonardo was thoroughly bored. He pulled hard at his sweaty collar.

“Stop fidgeting!” snapped his uncle, who sat opposite the boy in the coach. “You are making me nervous.”

The boy slumped noticeably. “Sorry,” he replied softly, “but I’m really bored, Uncle Leonardo.”

His uncle tugged at his thick beard. “First of all,” he replied sternly, “the fact that you and I have the same name is going to be quite confusing.”

“But I am named after you, Uncle…”

“I know, I know, but half the time that I speak to you, I think I’m talking to myself.” Uncle Leonardo settled back into the cushioned seat. “Let me think!”

Neither he nor the boy spoke for some minutes, the only the sounds being the horses’ hooves pounding against the travel-hardened road and clatter made by the carriage’s weak suspension. Suddenly, the elder Leonardo shot up straight.

“I’ve got it!” he exclaimed. “I will call you Leo!”

Young Leonardo perked up.

“Yes, that’s it,” continued his uncle. “I shall call you Leo!”

The boy frowned. “I’m not sure that I like that name, Uncle Leonardo.”

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