The descent from Saint Remy to Agusta tested not only the mettle of Frate Tanolfi.
“Father, tell God I"ll light a candle in the Lord"s name if we reach yon church down there,” Begiloc called to Denehard, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
“Tell him yourself!”
“Damn it! He doesn"t listen to my prayers.”
The mule slithered and he clung on gasping in horror as a stone flew into the void. An eternity passed before it crashed below. Relieved, they rode into Agusta and Caena brought his mount level. The Saxon pointed to an amphitheatre rising near a ruined Roman temple, “I"d sooner fight savage beasts in there than come down that mountain again.”
“Ay, this fellow"s earned a good meal.” Begiloc stroked the rough fur between the mule"s ears as Father Denehard cantered up.
“How strange to s
