Father Benedetto had lost his faith. He was young and talented; he could read and write English and French, besides Latin and Italian. He had precision engraving skills. He'd traveled to several Italian cities. Nevertheless, Rome had relegated him to the Formia backwater. Strictly speaking, he supposed, "Rome" hadn't precisely exiled him. The fat bishop from south of the great city had wanted him exiled, and the Vatican, under pressure, had agreed without checking the facts. The bishop had tried to turn Benedetto into his male sex-toy, and Benedetto had refused. The fat cleric's face had . . .