Letters of Maria Celeste:
10 December 1633
Most Beloved Lord Father
Only a moment before the news of your dispatch reached me, Sire, I had taken my pen in hand to write to Her Ladyship the Ambassadress to beg her once more to intercede in this affair; for having watched it wear on so long, I feared that it might not be resolved even by the end of this year, and thus my sudden joy was as great as it was unexpected: nor are your daughters alone in our rejoicing, but all these nuns, by their grace, give signs of true happiness, just as so many of them have sympathized with me in my suffering.
We are awaiting your arrival with great longing, and we cheer ourselves to see how the weather has cleared for your journey.
Signor Geri was leaving this morning with the Court [for the annual December session at Pisa], and I made sure to have him notified before daybreak of your return, Sire; seeing as he had already learned something of the decision, and came here last evening to tell me what he knew. I also explained to him the reason you have not written to him, Sire, and I bemoaned the fact that he will not be here when you arrive to share in our celebration, since he is truly a perfect gentleman, honest and loyal. I set aside the container of verdea wine, which Signor Francesco could not bring along because his litter was too overloaded. You will be able to send it to the Archbishop later, when the litter makes a return trip: the citron candy morsels I have already consigned to him. The casks for the white wine are all in order.
More I cannot say for the dearth of time, except that all of us send you our loving regards.
From San Matteo, the 10th day of December 1633.
Your most affectionate daughter,
©1995 Al Van Helden