For all this time CHAPTER V
“Having come to the abandoned mansion of the Patient Lady, they reached the cellars, bearing torches. They faced the fresco, faded with time passing, depicting the Oghenvill tower, and they started tearing down the wall. During the whole journey, and also there, in those cellars, the rivaling weavers had not exchanged a single word, barely looking at each other, and with disdainful, distasteful eyes. Finally, after some blows with a pickaxe, the wall crumbled, lifting heaps of dust. The bystanders waited for a while, in order to be able to thread the passage once more. Before their eyes, they saw a shady corridor was now open to them. A stony stairway went deep into the darkness of the depths of the earth. Osondel went ahead of the line, and they all began t
