“How can you say that?” she said. “You, a Dandolo? You know more than anyone that this is what all merchant houses do.” He stood, furious. “Then help me cast them down!” he cried. She stared at him. “You…you would overthrow the merchant houses?” she asked. “Even your own?” “Sometimes you need a little revolution to make a lot of good. Look at this place!” He gestured at the Gulf. “How can these people fix the world if they can’t fix their own city?” He bowed his head. “And look at us,” he said quietly. “Look at what they’ve made of us.”
