«Are you sure there are no alarms?» I ask fearfully.
«If there had been, they would have rung by now,» he says. Stefania lights up the centre of the colonnaded hall.
«Now we have to raise the Black Sun.»
Bruxa specifies: «Not all of the mosaic, only the disc in the centre of the Sun, which replaced the original gold one.»
«How are you going to do that?» I ask.
«With these.»
Bruxa takes out three screwdrivers from the shoulder strap and actually manages to easily lift the disc.
Stefania lights up the cavity in the floor.
«What do you see?»
«Nothing,» replies Bruxa.
She sticks her head in the hollow.
«Francesco hold this! Let me see.»
«There is nothing» she confirms disconsolately.
«Let's go away,» I insist. Bruxa feels hollow for a long time.
«It is not possible.»
«We have ac
