us all, as civil people, have been first of all the cruel ambition of Matteus and those people that you/they have accepted his/her follies. The war among us is the true witchcraft. You don't have anything to do with it nothing. Prometeo, dying, has recommended me to protect her/it because she would have been the key of our salvation!"
Fulvio puffed angry.
"Prometeo? Is the monster a creation of its favorite daughter, doesn't Sabrina, know him/it? We have found under the representative figurine that proper demon to his/her bed."
Ivo was incredulous. You/he/she was suffered him in mind the pendant of Sabrina found on the place of the crime.
"You are not Sabrina not to allow to hurt you her."
Fulvio struck by lightning him/it with the look.
"You are threatening me?"
"Am telling only you!Ivo " replied.
"Otherwise that you do? My friend, allows to lose, you don't even succeed more to be standing alone."
Then Ivo brandished the ax above the head. To that affront Fulvio he turned verse of him, it spit in earth and also lifting him his/her ax summoned him to make before. Ivo still recalled all the present possible energy in his tortured body and advancing toward his ex friend, it acknowledged the body of Saint I pour again in earth.
The clash among the two titaniums was violent, but despite Ivo it was bigger and experienced, because of the wounds that you/he/she had suffered it already surrendered in front of the efforts of that fight. It collapsed ahead on the knees to the enemy. It tried to defend from the ax that you/he/she was falling him from the tall one, but lifting the braccias realized to have already lost by the hands his/her weapon. The ax of Fulvio he hammered him in the left shoulder. Pain was acute, but at that time its only thought was for Dafne. Stricken that had him, Fulvio immediately left the hilt of his/her weapon and knelt in front of the friend.
"Oh God, Ivo! What have I done? Forgive me. For a witch I have hurt to death one brother of mine."
As if you/he/she was waked up again by a hypnosis, it seemed that the conscience of Fulvio was again alone ripiombata in that instant in its body. Warm tears ploughed the cheeks of the young one while it was picking up among the braccias the body of Ivo, that slowly got flabby. Then, Fulvio was suddenly, immobilized with the eyes and the open mouth. A rivulet of blood went down him from the edge of the lip. It lowered the head and glances a point of lance that escaped from his stomach.
To his/her shoulders Dafne still tightened the lance with which you/he/she had pierced through him. The man tried to get up but she extracted her/it and you/he/she again sank him in the back of the giant. This was enough for making him/it collapse to the lifeless ground. The weak voice of Ivo whispered her something. You drew near to his/her body I pour again of side, but he had already stopped breathing. You turned then toward Saint and him him it launched on shouting desperate.
XXXVI
His/her eyes plain pians opened to the world. It was stretched out, he/she succeeded in seeing only some red around him. It seemed him to be in an animal organ to form of cone. The weak light that danced on the walls of that strange knapsack had to originate from a lantern, from some part next to him, but he/she didn't succeed in identifying its exact position. Him wanted us about ten minutes to repurchase great lucidity and to understand to be inside a curtain. It tried to put on sat but its body was totally absent. You/he/she had to have been narcotized. But from who? Where was it found?
As soon as that situation was dyed of familiarity to the eyes of Saint. It returned well soon him in mind the moment in which he was found again, drug addict with the deception from Dafne, stretched out on that marmoreal pallet, paralyzed equally in which was him/it in that breaker. An arrogant person hope filled him/it with joy. Perhaps all the vicissitudes that you/he/she had faced were fruit of a hallucination gotten by the effect of the drug injected him in body. Perhaps you/he/she had never moved from there and it finally waked up again him from the narcotic drowsiness that had chained him/it to that nightmare. Attended, impatient to repurchase conscience of his/her body.
It seemed him an endless you/he/she was passed weary of time before seeing the edges of the curtain stir. Unexpectedly Saint assisted to the entrance in scene of the wise man hermit. The occultist then him made account that all of this that you/he/she had lived really existed, or at least that surely you/he/she was not reawakened by that surreal trip yet. Suffered so much amazement, it was really him to speak for first.
"Thing does here us? You had told me that you belonged to my conscience and that I would not have more you seen again once disclosed that mystery."
The old man drew near to Saint and softly leaned a hand on his forehead. An immense heat, principle of unbelievable ecstasy, wound the limbs of the occultist and absorbed in that intoxicated to like heard inside of itself the voice of the wise man.
"My dear Saint, is not wrong you, I remain always a part of your conscience. They are here for announcing you that you have almost reached the conclusion of your trip, few experiences still miss only you. You are made alone already account of it until where your awareness has arrived. I want only to reassure you and to infuse you hope and courage for what must face after this meeting of ours. You will have put to hard test, but it is a fundamental passage in the growth of your Spirit and above all for the future safeguard of it."
Not as soon as the wise man pronounced the last word, you/he/she dissolved him in a blinding splendor.
Saint was spellbound to fix the void enjoying himself/herself/itself the last electric discharges of ecstasy that still crossed him the whole length of the body. Here it was ready. Dafne had entered with Sabrina. Both smiled at him. It was Dafne to speak.
"As you are? I/you/they have been. we have been a lot in thought for you. If you feel yourself some disoriented, not to alarm you. You are under to the effect of a strong sedative. It is because of the wound. You/he/she has been Sabrina to administer him/it for you, it is very experienced of medical grass."
Saint had listened to the sound of every single word ch'era gone out of the mouth of Dafne, but you/he/she had not absolutely made case to the sense of those words. It looked at her and he surprised than it was really beautiful. Also Sabrina was endowed with a prorompente beauty, but it was still, under certain aspects, sour. Dafne had a sensuality and a mystery instead around every gesture of his of woman that you/they made her/it really irresistible. Saint smiled at its thoughts. How much the human mind is inconstant! He/she knew for some that really little time before the qualities of Sabrina had upset him to the point to almost make him forget its Dafne. But here what time bossily they returned to do it visits him the strong feelings that it tried for his/her companion of adventure.
"Saint, understands what we say?"
It was the trembling voice of Sabrina, betrayed by an anxious worry for him. Saint assembled its look on the faces of both the women and made an affirmative sign. Then closed the eyes, captured by the warmth of that soft pallet. When it reopened the eyes, both the women were still present in the curtain, each session and dozed off on his/her own side next to him. The head weighed him as and the right hand ached him immensely. You threw on release staying sat for recovering some equilibrium. The curtain seemed to be positioned on a boat, it warned the same feeling of nausea typical of the sea sickness. It lowered the look to view the hand that so much ached him, but the vision that he introduced him before filled him/it of terror and desperation. His/her hand! Its forearm finished with a bandaged stump. If it touched him/it to verify that it was not a deception of his/her transitory sight yet. Had really lost a hand!
"Oh God, has thing happened?"
The two women they woke up suddenly. They tried to calm him/it, but its dismay was uncontrollable. It got up of hit, it stumbled and it badly fell in earth. To on all four it went out of the curtain. You poured again supine with the eyes to the sky. It was night. It shouted with all the strength that had against the stars that fixed him/it molts.
XXXVII
You/they had remained in a hundred escaped him of the camp after the terrible attack of the inhabitants of faithful Boscocittà to Matteus. Many companions and a lot of companions were dead massacred by the themselves fellow townspersons. Only this compact gruppetto, understanding his/her mother and the sister of Sabrina, some relative of theirs and their narrow friends, had succeeded in escaping the claws of the men of Matteus. They continually wondered how much of they erred alone and lost in the forest. In that you run away you run away general there had not been the time to reunite and to reciprocally help as you/he/she had always been in front of every adversity mandatory. Each had had to think about itself with the purpose to be saved the life. They were men declassed to the condition of animals, of desperate preys with the hunters' breath on the neck. To every instant, Sabrina thanked with the thought the two mysterious men that for well twice you/they had reached to save her/it for then to again disappear in the nothing. You/they would have wanted to also save Dafne and Saint, but in that chaos you/they had not succeeded in finding them in time and unfortunately to pay its greatest price had been Ivo, his/her father's friend, his/her acquired great brother, that had always protected her and helped. He/she cried to I hijack, but silently, every