Hal breathed deeply, enjoying the sharp scent of the macchia-covered slopes as he followed the map his father had drawn to guide him up into the hills above the Cardinale villa and on to Sam’s cottage. That he had already passed above the house confirmed he was where he ought to be. But would Sam be there? His papa had told him to try it first.
He had enjoyed his ride through the countryside from the port of Livorno, having bought a good, strong horse there. A palomino gelding, willing and eager. The sort of horse who was good company. He laughed aloud at such a thought. The days aboard ship had passed quickly enough, though he had missed a companion to discuss his reading with. But he was more than ready for physical activity again by the time he came ashore.
He had found a rather prett
