It could take weeks, if not months to search for her. In fact it would be quite impossible for the Marchese to find her.
Because she was so frightened she began to pray.
Praying fervently to God and St. Francis and every other Saint she loved to help her.
‘Help me! Help me!’ she said over and over again.
Somehow she found herself praying to the Marchese as well.
He would learn that her bed was empty the following morning and would perhaps believe that his prophecy had come true.
She had flown back into the sky!
‘Save me! Save – me!’
The words repeated and repeated themselves to the rumble of the wheels as they drove over cobbled streets and she was quite sure that these were part of the very poorest part of the City.
At last the carriage came to a stop.
Paola was lifted out by th
