CHAPTER 17
To go back inside the walls of the city of Jesi was always for Lucia a reason of emotion. If then the event occurred in the early hours of a rigid, albeit serene, day in March, the feelings that reached her heart were even more intense. From the valley that ran along the walls the steam rose in light dancing volutes that, melting with the smoke coming from the fireplaces of the houses and the forges of farriers and blacksmiths, fell in frost to give a milky appearance to the grass, the earth, the roofs and all the other objects on which it was deposited. At that particular moment, when the sun began to light up the day, trying to pierce the mist with its first rays, it seemed that time must have stopped. It seemed that all those objects, covered by frost, could have remained th
