EPILOGUE
The city walls of Urbino stood imposing behind its shoulders, the towers of the Ducal Palace soaring with their spires towards the blue sky. The early afternoon sun still could not warm the air of a spring that had already begun several days ago. Andrea’s steed was pawing, soaring, throwing nitrites, waiting to be thrown against the next adversary. But the rider, realizing who was the man in the rectangle that limited his vision of the world, was cursing himself. He had called the tournament, he had dictated the rules, which required to fight up to “melee”. And he had made the decision to take the field in person, to represent the Duke of Urbino. Della Rovere had been away from his city for a long time, engaged in many other fist fights, and it was necessary to renew the trust du
