“A well-rooted tree fights against the wind; its branches waver but never break”
“A well-rooted tree fights against the wind; its branches waver but never break”Sharing loving embraces, making their pledge to ferret out every sketch of the accursed painting, the women made their way from their sanctuary, staggered in small groups. Soon someone would call for another meeting—within a day or two, no more.
“Your sketches, Mattea,” Viviana said to her young friend, “as soon as you can.” Mattea was the best with charcoal; it was often her cartone, the basic miniature sketch or perfect downsized copy of a larger painting, the women used to grid and composite their works. Hers may well give them more insight than any of the others would.
cartoneMattea nodded and, arm and arm with Isabetta, mad
