26 January 1864
A gunshot, then the fall from the horse, but last night the nightmare did not stop.
Suddenly, four figures jumped out of the woods, covered by a long black cloak, their heads concealed by a hood. They grabbed me and dragged me. I was swallowed up by the thick-est bush. Then a gate as dark as their robes burst open. The black devils were no longer running after me.
Anguish.
Four dark ghosts were dragging me with them like hungry wolves. And yet, if so, why do I still live?
Or maybe they were angels…
Mysterious angels of the night snatching a black rebel from the scythe of death.
Why?
Galati, Villa Celesti in Trofillo,
27 January 1864
Eufemia has given me some sad news.
Lady Carolina is stricken by a terrible and incurable illness that consumes her every day and ev
