ful physique, he soon became the army’s top man. But since
he felt that working with others was demeaning, he decided
to take Fermo for himself. Having got the support of some of
the town’s citizens, people who preferred to see their city
enslaved rather than free, and with the backing of Vitellozzo,
he wrote to Giovanni Fogliani saying that now so many years
had gone by he was eager to come home and see his uncle
again, visit the town, and check over some of his property.
And since, he wrote, he’d been working hard for nothing but
the prestige of his position, he wanted to ride into town in
style with a hundred mounted friends and servants beside
him; that way his fellow citizens would see that he hadn’t been
wasting his time. And he asked his uncle please to arrange for
the people of Fermo to organize an appropriate reception,
something that would not only honour him but also his uncle,
who had brought him up.
Giovanni spared no effort to do his nephew proud and,
after the people of Fermo had given him a formal reception,
Oliverotto was welcomed into his uncle’s house. A few days
later, having used the time to make secret arrangements for
the crime he was planning, he threw an impressive banquet
to which he invited Giovanni Fogliani and all the town’s
leading men. After they’d finished eating and sat through all
the entertainments you get on these occasions, Oliverotto
slyly launched into some weighty reflections on the power
and achievements of Pope Alexander and his son Cesare
Borgia. When Giovanni and the others joined the conver-
sation, Oliverotto suddenly got to his feet and said these were
matters best discussed in a more private place and he headed
for another room with Giovanni and all the other citizens
trailing after him. They had barely sat down before
Oliverotto’s soldiers rushed out of their hiding places and
killed the lot of them.
After the massacre, Oliverotto got on his horse, rode round
the town and surrounded the chief magistrate in the state