The parish church where Alvisio was raised was just beyond the curve. He couldn't resist his curiosity to have a look and poked his way through the hedge. Damn, wasn't that Domino Santi on the grass in front of the door? He was fatter than the last time he had seen him, maybe even shorter and, most of all, older and white-haired.
Alvisio became suspicious. «Do you think he heard us?»
Fraudolente put his hand on Alvisio's shoulder and murmured, «Hurry up, i***t! Do you want him to see you?»
They hid behind the bushes in the shelter of the woods. Alvisio, who knew the place like the back of his hand, turned to his friend, «Follow me, I'll take you back to the horses.»
At the castle, Rosa had to wait for instruction for dinner but, to be sure to avoid making any errors, she waited for sug
