CHAPTER 9
Father Ignazio Amici had loaded his luggage onto a light wagon pulled by a couple of horses. The letter had arrived a few days after the meeting with Countess Lucia inside the Torrione di Mezzogiorno. The young woman’s words rang in his ears and in his brain, torturing him like a sharp blade digging through his bowels. He could not tolerate defeat, and moreover from a woman.
Of a witch, more than of a woman!, he found himself whispering between his teeth, as he loaded the chest containing the instruments used for exorcisms. But I will take revenge, ah if I take revenge! The Holy Pope gives me one month to reach Clermont, in the Haute-Savoie. Well, I have plenty of time to settle things my way, in a country of heretics not far from here. It will not take long, and both the Pope
