It was during those painting sessions that the Master had developed a particular fondness for the small hound. And when no one else stepped forward to claim Pio after the contessa’s death, the Master had adopted him. Now Pio spent his days snoozing in a sunny spot in Leonardo’s personal quarters or else wandering the workshop making a friendly nuisance of himself with the apprentices.

“Look, Dino,” Vittorio exclaimed, interrupting my momentary musings. “I made a present for Pio. Is it not fine?”

He indicated the wide braided collar that the hound wore around his slim neck. More elaborate than Vittorio’s own belt, the collar was nothing short of a leather tapestry made of intricate knots and weaves.

“And see how I’ve made a matching rope to lead him with,” he went on, reaching beneath his tunic and pulling out a long length of braided leather.

He tied that narrow rope to the collar and looped the other end around his belt, so that the hound could wander a few feet from him but not run free. “I think with his new collar, Pio looks every bit as elegant as he ever did when he lived in the main castle.”

“He does,” I agreed, well impressed with the youth’s skill. “Your creations are wonderful, Vittorio. Why, from a distance, the leather looks like beaten metal. Have you shown this work to the Master?”

“I did not wish to bother him with such trifles,” the boy replied with a careless shrug, though the color rising in his cheeks told me he was pleased with my compliments. “But that is why I have been looking for you. You see, I made something else, and I wanted your opinion.”

Reaching into his tunic this time, he withdrew a ring of leather similar to Pio’s collar. He handed it to me, and I realized that it was the perfect size for a lady’s bracelet. Unthinkingly, I slipped the leather bauble over my wrist to better admire it.