“What do you think about this?” she whispered.
“From what I can see from their equipment, I would say twelfth or thirteenth century,” he replied, happy to see that she was close to him. “How are they dressed?”
“Wool, furs, and leather. Some have knives. I don’t see any modern objects.” she turned to him, suddenly tense. “You mean they’ve been dead for hundreds of years?” she said in a strangled voice.
“Certainly. Beware, they seem to expect a lot from you.”
“What could have trapped them like this?”
Before da Vignola could answer, Yori returned accompanied by a young woman carrying a tray. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground and she did the service, bowing respectfully to Kolevski. The girl blushed then wanted to grab her glass. Her hand went through it and it fell to the ground
