“Many things may be hidden,
“Many things may be hidden,but rarely truth.”
but rarely truth.”The clamorous caterwauling of the ever-growing crowd came to Viviana as if from far over the hills. She walked through the path cleaved for her by the guards, gratefully entering the contrasting silence within.
“I hoped you would arrive before the others.” Fiammetta’s voice reached through and into Viviana’s foggy realm. “I need to speak to you.” She patted the scaffold upon which she sat.
To Viviana it looked like a hangman’s scaffold. The days of summer had evaporated, as had their heat, but it was not the chill of autumn, stretching its arms to settle around them, that made her shiver. Still, she sat as instructed.
“This man, Sansone, your lover…”
Viviana gurgled a laugh as her head dropped
