CHAPTER 26
Morocco was still a beast capable of covering considerable distances at a close gallop, without getting tired. It seemed to Lucia to be flying, riding her steed. She trusted him blindly. He was the only living thing from which she could be sure she would never receive a betrayal. The road Fiammenga revealed itself easy up to the village called Serra San Quirico. From there he entered inside the disturbing Gola della Rossa, a narrow passage with high walls of red rock that loomed on both sides on the road and the river Esino below. Lucia had never crossed the gloomy ravines alone, but she had now decided. Before reaching Apiro, she wanted to visit the fortress of Monte St. Vicino again. Therefore she had to walk backwards the road she had followed about a month before in company
