So, there I was with Aesmeh de la Rose showing me around Amboise, France.
Now that she’d offered to introduce me to the crew, I had to forgive her for so unabashedly revealing her death to me without my consent.
Apparently, when you are a novelist who’s come to tell their stories, those who’ve waited all of those centuries for you to get it together already know your storyline.
I knew what I wanted: to plot out what Marie would find in the modern timeline when she began her search for La Joconde and her daughter in Amboise. Streetscapes and entry points to the castle made it into the massive journal. I’d imagined long before the journey it would be an epic record of what showed up. I walked and walked the empty roadways, alleys, dark corners, and abandoned ancient doorways of tow. It was like all other human activity was pushed in some alternative direction while my new friend showed me this path.
In my everyday life, I’m slightly hesitant to push through a half-open metal gate or get down on my hands and knees to see inside a partially sealed-off doorway.
In Amboise, it meant finding myself delivered into new realms of imagination and opportunities for crafting the stories I came to tell. This place, it seemed, welcomed those who sought its secrets. Those who might have otherwise dissented knew better than to silence the spirits that day.
Discovering The Treasury Beneath Amboise
Château Royal d’Amboise today is a mere ruin of the extravagant palace that towered above the banks of the Loire River in the 16th century. As I traced the base of the ramparts back father and father from the tower where I began, I stumbled across Le Choiseul. This was an extraordinary site, now a hotel meant to draw in the wealthy traveler. It instead drew me to its courtyard goddess. She sent me up into the hills behind the property. There, I discovered the first of several novel locations in the ruins of what I later discovered was the treasury of the king.
Deep inside the base of the tufa structures carved right out of the hillside, the stories called. What would this complex in stone reveal?
No signage or historical markers hampered my imagination as I stepped inside the gates of the lowest corridors. Nerves firing, I explored and they vibrated with the hum of wanting to be discovered.
Cells? Storage? Ancient homes? Something more? I followed the trail as it moved upward. Within minutes, I stood at the entrance to vast subterranean vaults known as Les Greniers de César. The sunbaked printout clumsily tacked to an old wooden door noted what these carved-out silos might have been.
My liminal guide decided to download a whole different version for me.
Writing Flows
Perched upon a bench near a cut in the stone for the better half of two hours, I waited for the visions to drop in, and they did so with expressive clarity.
My guide introduced me to those with whom I’d long sought to make the acquaintance. I watched queens come up from the docks where the gabare boats of traders and cabanée boats of fisherman delivered goods. The king’s sister Marguerite made her way to what I deemed The Treasury with little notice from the menagerie dealing in salt, spices, wheat, and coin.
Here, in this place, she bargained for the security of a kingdom of The Sibylline she pledged to serve in the halls of Fontevraud. Just as her mother did, and a dozen generations of women before them.
Deep within the caverns of The Treasury, men such as da Vinci and Francesco Melzi greeted her upon arrival. Those who traveled at the queen’s side proved the most notable guests ever to have to be ushered onto the grounds of the royal residence in secret through the caves at the base of it.
The Treasury showed itself as a rich, effusive secondary story location where women such as Marguerite and Aesmeh bargained. They would usher in the return of a civilization thought wiped off the Earth nearly two-thousand years earlier. It showed itself as a place where men and women gathered to commit a worthy sort of treason.
Its existence and mysterious origins left me room for my own bargain. It allowed me to imagine within the complex the potential for a passage leading to and from the castle existed. I needed it to serve as the means through which Marie might discover that world for herself.
The clarity with which this site settled in my mind as a novel location drove all sorts of other questions. Was the Loire navigable from places such as Saumur? What would boat transportation have looked like? So much more. I wanted confirmation that I should include it, although I already knew I would.
Amboise and France Confirm A Vision
Back on the grounds of Le Choiseul, the grove just beyond yet another Greek statue glistened in the afternoon light. Behind it, the remains of an old silo shown. Within it stood a cistern marked with a single patch of cyclamen.
For those familiar with plant lore, the cyclamen is a protective flower which blooms in the cooler months and is affiliated with the Dark Mother Hecate. I found it everywhere in Amboise, particularly in location where evidence of the Sibylline rose up.
Confirmation. The Treasury was in.
My new friends revelled in all they showed me that day. They required one more stop at the very top of a hill overlooking the royal residence. There, I discovered how the relationship between Melzi and Aesmeh blossomed. That, along with what would lead us all to the true identity of the Mona Lisa.
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