On a hot morning, in the year 1476 of poignant memory, there drew up before an osteria on the Milan road a fair cavalcade of travellers. These were Messer Carlo Lanti and his inamorata, together with a suite of tentmen, pages, falconers, bed-carriers, and other personnel of a migratory lord on his way from the cooling hills to the Indian summer of the plains. The chief of the little party, halting in advance of his fellows, lifted his plumed scarlet biretta with one strong young hand, and with the other, his reins hanging loose, ran a cluster of swarthy fingers through his black hair.
'O little host!' he boomed, blaspheming - for all good Catholics, conscious of their exclusive caste, swore by God prescriptively - 'O little host, by the thirst of Christ's passion, wine!'
Genre: Historical Romance
'O little host!' he boomed, blaspheming - for all good Catholics, conscious of their exclusive caste, swore by God prescriptively - 'O little host, by the thirst of Christ's passion, wine!'
Genre: Historical Romance
Used availability for Bernard Capes's A Jay of Italy