«Brother, it has been an honor to meet you. I hope you will come back soon.» He smiled, young and handsome in his modest robe.
Alvisio, for an instant, was speechless. Then, on the threshold, he turned. «I know of your suffering. Remember to never confuse that with your sins.»
He left, happy to run away from that horrendous place.
Giacinto closed the main door. That evening, before falling asleep, he cried softly, so that the other clerics couldn't hear him.
In his childhood, the foundling had suffered, as well.
Dionigi, when he was entrusted to the Domino in order to embark in a clerical career, was a slender and kind child. His parents believed that a boy like him, so delicate and gentle, would find it truly difficult to deal with the life of a feudal serf and decided to give custod
