“You have?” A flicker of his earlier grin reappeared. “Do you think she will like my bracelet?”

“I’m sure she will think it a fine gift. Perhaps she will offer to launder your tunic in return… That is, if she can manage to chisel it off your back first.”

With this small jest-Vittorio was known for his overly enthusiastic approach to plastering a wall-I managed a brief grin back at him. I fervently hoped that I spoke the truth about the girl whose name I had never known until now. Still, I had encountered her several times before, trailing in shy silence after her mother and usually burdened by a basket of linens almost as large as she.

She was a lovely child of Vittorio’s same age, possessing the airy grace reminiscent of mythology’s nymphs. Her delicate features could have graced one of Leonardo’s frescoes, while her pale curls beneath a sober white cap were almost as unruly as Vittorio’s tangle of blond locks. In appearance, at least, the pair seemed well suited. Whether she had ever taken notice of the boy, I did not know. But a handsome young painter would be a fine catch for a girl burdened by her mother’s lowly station.

I frowned a little as I considered this last.

While washerwomen ranked little better than prostitutes among society’s more downtrodden, I had never understood why they were dismissed as scandalous creatures. Did washerwomen not work long and hard and for meager pay? I could think of far more disreputable ways to earn good coin than scrubbing and carting about baskets of wet clothing that were heavy enough to stagger many a man.

Perhaps their seductive reputation stemmed from the fact that they dealt so intimately with male garments, routinely touching the same fabric that had had contact with a man’s most private areas. Or perhaps there was another, crueler reason for such universal condemnation. For such women were dependent upon no man for their livelihoods but made their own way in the world. How better to put them in their place again than by besmirching their reputations and reminding them that they were subordinate to the male species?