Who knows if anyone will set foot in there in the future? She wondered, even if she immediately turned her mind to other matters, at the moment much more pressing. Calculating that the first full moon after the summer solstice would have been July 2nd, she had a few days to reach Triora, but not that many considering the journey to be undertaken. The road had to be necessarily covered by an unknown black steed, and by keeping as much as possible to the mountain paths and secondary roads.
She saddled the horse, loaded the saddlebags, and left. Against all her expectations, the horse was very fast and seemed to know every mountain, every path, every mule track, every crossroads that he had to cross, from Alba Iulia to Triora. The rider couldn’t understand if the animal was running so fast a
