Chapter 13
Astolpho waited for the image to clear. Finally—a vision! It had been eighteen days since he had seen her last—eighteen!—and the time without her had been t*****e.
“Why?” he had asked the high priest. “What have I done? Why are the visions gone?”
“Trust in your god,” was all Samual would say. “Everything will come to pass as it should.”
Now Astolpho scanned the landscape before him, eagerly searching for his friend. Where was she? Why couldn’t he see her?
A man Astolpho had never seen before stood in front of a house he had never seen, either. Where was Bradamante?
Then it occurred to him: Will I still have visions of Bradamante? Or are they of someone else now?
The man wore a soiled brown shirt over his paunchy middle, and sagging, dusty pants. His greasy gray hair strag
