CHAPTER V

WAVES OF DESTINY When Francesco waked on the following morning, the June sun touched the tree-tops which bounded the western horizon with their delicate feathery twigs. Throughout the castle of Avellino there was the hum and murmur of life. An unusual activity prevailed; the Apulian court was preparing to depart, as the long train of horses and jennets drawn up in the courtyard indicated. Francesco listened to the dim murmur of familiar voices, and the echoes of laughter which reached his ears as he stood contempla…