Episode Twenty Madonna Nera It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching. St. Francis of Assissi Comacchio - la piccola Venezia - or little Venice, greeted Olivia and Domenico one misty March morn following the couple's engagement at La Fenice. The CyberSybils kept their vow to the Black Madonna of Salute, and journeyed by train to the ancient city of eels, Roman naval ships and the Capuchin monastery of Santa Maria di Aula Regia. Not certain why they had been moved to make the pilgrimage, Olivia and Domenico could only assume some esoteric treasure awaited their arrival. "Did you know," Miss O informed her Duke, "that our favourite coffee drink, Frappy Cappy, was named in 1946 not in honour of Missy Briella's future Capricorn moon, but rather after the brown, hooded robes of the Capuchins - those wise Sufis of St. Francis?" "Sufis and St. Francis?" Domenico chuckled good-naturedly. "Now, I am a Gemini and I do love trivial arcana, but O...isn't that a stretch? Sufi mystics aren't Catholics, nor are Catholic monks Sufis!" "Well, my frappy Cappys are certainly of the Sufic tradition if they follow the troubadour of Assisi - even if they don't know it yet," Olivia grinned. "Perhaps that's why intuition sent us here - to enlighten the masters!"    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.