Lucia woke up with an uproar, her heart in her throat, with the images of the dream still sharp in front of her eyes. Of course, the dream was about something she had read and about the figure of Emperor Frederick II, but that phrase - I will set under a flower - had even more inculcated in her the thought that she should not let her Andrea leave for a city like Florence. And in her mind a thought began to make its way. The night of St. John would come soon. The night between June 23rd and 24th was considered by the times a magical night, the shortest night of the year, corresponding to the summer solstice, the Sol Invictus of the ancient Romans. Precisely for this reason it had to be lived intensely, and Lucia was intent on reaching the Colle dell’Aggiogo, up in Apiro, to organize a Sabba
