Another ship was making its way into the already packed port and scrambling for a place to settle so its occupants could not only see the land, but reach it safely. As the final maneuvering was made, two women watched curiously. One was a short and petite girl, judging by the young hands that could be seen. Not much else could be seen, as the young lady was covered with a dark green cloak.<br/><br/>The Italian colors flew on a flag over her head, and it was in that language she communicated with a matronly lady standing by her side.<br/><br/>"Do you feel well, my lady?"<br/>"Yes, I feel fine. Thank you. What I do not like is this. So many people, so many ladies probably wearing less than modest clothes, and behaving in licentious manner. I would prefer to be home with my mother."<br/>"You know why your father sent you here, my lady."<br/>"I know. To sell me, as a piece of meat. I will not, you see, I will not let myself be betrothed to some man just because he wants me to. I shall be polite, I shall dance and smile. And no more."<br/>"Your father wants you to be happy, my lady."<br/><br/>The younger lady let out a laugh.<br/>"Happy? I shall not be happy marrying a foreign man, or any man for that matter."<br/>The older lady seemed concerned.<br/>"My lady. You do not stick to the plan of locking yourself away in a convent."<br/>The girl held her crucifix tight.<br/>"It is not a plan. It is a calling. Now, enough of this. Let us go down and gather our things as they finish off with the ship. I want to feel land under my feet as soon as possible."