1293
It was sunrise on 8 October 1293 and the weather was mild. The dew shimmered by the still faint rays of sun on the lawn in front of the castle.
While they finished saddling his war horse, Taddeo checked that the knights under escort were ready.
After passing through the walls, they took the road toward the valley floor. There was no danger, at least at the beginning of the route. Who would have ever dared attack them? Beneath their heavy armor, they were nearly invulnerable and, above all, fearsome.
After wading through the Apsa, they reached the fork in the road and Taddeo stopped. The horse shied, struggling to a halt.
«Whoa! Tonight you won't feel much like pawing at the ground.»
The valley was dominated by the impressive castle. The early morning warm light illuminated it, a
