There were tears in the eyes of the man-at-arms.
"What more?"
The horseman leaned against his horse, his arm hooked over its neck.
He pointed to the valley.
"Yonder lies Narni. Beyond the Campanile of St. Juvenal is a sanctuary. You can see it yonder by the ford. Two holy women dwell therein. To them, my lord, I commend you!"
"You know more!"
The voice that spoke was terrible.
"Spare me, my lord! The words are for women's lips, not for mine!"
"So be it!"