Chapter 14:
The monk not only had a donkey but a small two-wheeled cart to hitch the animal to. It was decided Geovanni and Thaddeus would drive while the old man rested in the back. Their horses, tied to the rear, followed along peacefully.
Geovanni had bound cloth over both Vitolo’s eyes and a deep gash in the old man’s scalp. Parts of his body turned purple from the beating he took. Ugly red welts rose on his neck where he’d been choked. He wore the signs of an attack like a story written in pain on his body.
What was decided and what happened did not coincide. They had not traveled far before the sightless old man worked his way to the bench. Thaddeus needed room, shifted to the bed and lay down.
The lack of sleep affected his emotions and thinking greatly. Despite the damp fog, th
