The Cybersybils present The Madonna Nera of Comacchio

When Father Cadiro opened a large wooden chest situated in a library that seemed rarely visited by human form, both Olivia and Domenico gasped at the sight of scrolls piled one atop the other.

"Those aren't the..." she began.

"No, no," the Capuchin answered in anticipation of the question. "The Sybilline scrolls are for later, dear child. We were most impressed when we learned of your interest in those ancient prophecies," he winked. "No, these beauties have been collected through the ages - yes, be careful with them for they are quite fragile. Stories of women throughout time - all devotees of the Madonna Nera. All saints, certainly true."

"Look, Olivia, here's one in Italian titled Francesca - it concerns the poet Dante!" Domenico exclaimed.

"And another in old French about Eleanor of Aquitaine," Olivia added with real excitement in her voice. "But, Father Cadiro, some of these are so old, in languages I do not understand - why show them to me? Not unless Domenico speaks Sanskrit or Copt or Russian, for that matter," the CyberSybil sighed.

"Not I," her lover answered. "I may sing in Italian or French - sometimes German - however, I am no scholar of ancient tongues."

"However, I do believe you have acquaintes who could help you dechiper the texts, Miss Olivia," the monk reminded. "For your new task, before the discovery of the Sybilline Books, is to prove yourself worthy and publish these scrolls for the world to read - the stories of Madonna Nera - the sagas of noble ladies which have been suppressed for too long, too long indeed. Do you agree, my children?"

"Do we have a choice in the matter?" Domenico asked. "You are talking to a man who sings Ave Maria for a living, Father Cadiro!"

"Olivia?" the prelate asked, one brow raised.

"Yes, for Her, anything. Athena, the Black Madonna, all learned ladies are one in the same to me. All true Cybersybil heroines, Father Cadiro. So when do we begin to ink the press?"

"As soon as you return to Venice begin the translations - the work should take you six months' time - begin posting the scrolls on the Cybersybils' website in September, on Her feast day here in Comacchio, the twenty-second. That should keep you two busy. Now, we shall discuss any further details outside, at the Capuchin Café, where we shall enjoy...a frappy cappy?"

"See, darling, I told you he was a Sufi," Olivia whispered, then laughed. "I can't wait to get my hands on those scrolls!"

Here Ends the Final Episode of Book One
C as in Cumaean.
Book Two
A as in Agrippine
To Follow