It was a scene that few at the Capitoline had expected to see so soon, with so young a pope, and yet there it was. Pope Stephanus IV, with a stoic demeanor that can only come from death, lay atop the soft platform with his head propped on three pillows so that his face would be easier to see by those who would enter the Clementine Hall. Not far from the body was a wooden crucifix along with a paschal candle, already lit and having been lit for some time. Around the body was the Saxon Guard, looking more regal than ever in their traditional garments. Though not armed with guns, there was no doubt any one desiring to desecrate Stephanus's body would meet with stiff resistance and swift justice.
Cardinal Pietro Accolti, the Camerlengo, stood quietly as the Papal Gentleman, decked in their black coats, marched past him, having already attended the body of his holiness. Accolti was himself a tall and slender man, featuring a prominent nose typical of those from the region of Potenza which he hailed. As Stephanus lay still in the fanciful cloak and miter of the papal office, Accolti couldn't help but muse about what a reminder of our own mortality this all was. A few days ago, this man had been the pope, and now he lay as dead as any other bishop buried on the grounds of the See. In Accolti's pocket, under his cloak, was the Fisherman's Ring that Stephanus had worn, and although he had not worn it often, Accolti believed it was only proper for him, as part of his duty, to secure it from forgers. In any case, Stephanus no longer had use for it. He had passed on from this world, and his world no longer held any power.
Now was the time of visitation, for all the Tiburan Catholic faithful from across the world who would come and pay their respects - including prominent world leaders. Already hundreds - perhaps thousands - had gathered outside the shut doors of the Capitoline to view the resting body of Pope Stephanus IV. Everything seemed ready and prepared, and so Accolti motioned towards one of the Saxon Guard nearby. With a nod in response, the guardsman walked over and opened the door to permit people in.
The visitation had begun.
Cardinal Pietro Accolti, the Camerlengo, stood quietly as the Papal Gentleman, decked in their black coats, marched past him, having already attended the body of his holiness. Accolti was himself a tall and slender man, featuring a prominent nose typical of those from the region of Potenza which he hailed. As Stephanus lay still in the fanciful cloak and miter of the papal office, Accolti couldn't help but muse about what a reminder of our own mortality this all was. A few days ago, this man had been the pope, and now he lay as dead as any other bishop buried on the grounds of the See. In Accolti's pocket, under his cloak, was the Fisherman's Ring that Stephanus had worn, and although he had not worn it often, Accolti believed it was only proper for him, as part of his duty, to secure it from forgers. In any case, Stephanus no longer had use for it. He had passed on from this world, and his world no longer held any power.
Now was the time of visitation, for all the Tiburan Catholic faithful from across the world who would come and pay their respects - including prominent world leaders. Already hundreds - perhaps thousands - had gathered outside the shut doors of the Capitoline to view the resting body of Pope Stephanus IV. Everything seemed ready and prepared, and so Accolti motioned towards one of the Saxon Guard nearby. With a nod in response, the guardsman walked over and opened the door to permit people in.
The visitation had begun.