CHAPTER 10
With the impression of being spied on in their path moment by moment, Andrea, Fulvio and Geraldo reached Ferrara, which was already dark for quite a while. They had illuminated the path with flashlights, jumping at every slightest noise. Only the vision of the imposing silhouette of the Este castle had succeeded in appeasing their souls. In fact, from the village of Pallantone to Ferrara they had hardly met a living soul, but the fear of being incoherent again in bands of Lansquenets had pervaded their souls all the way. The castle of San Michele was an enormous bulwark, surrounded by an important moat, built about a century and a half earlier at the behest of Marquis Nicolò II. Andrea and his companions entered of great career through the main door, finding themselves in the i
