After her question to the Baron, Giulia turned her glance to the fireplace, her attention attracted by the crackling of burning wood. After a while, she realized his silence and looked up to him again .
She saw him silent, as lost in distant memories. She waited in silence, too, without pressing in any way. Already other times she had seen that look in warriors long hardened by many battles.
Readily the image of her tutor resurfaced to her mind, the hardness of his face and the precision with which he handled the sword when he trained her, as well as the relax with great relief on his face when he put it down, taking back his beloved books.
"I search the answer since months. Now I'm an almost well known knight, but it's a fame earned as widows maker. I had to defeat people better than me in batlles without glory, where defendants had no hope. Sometimes I think that better thing I could make is stopping death carriers like me, or leave swordplaying for luteplaying"
The next words didn't amazed her. She didn't made any comment, she didn't even know if it was really an answer to her question.
Gently she smiled and said - I see, Baron Berton. The west wing of the castle is at your disposal if you want to stay here a few days. Don't feel obliged to any duty of hospitality, nobody will disturb you if you would like.
The music has almost magical powers of the human soul and even your pen would surely be glad to rush fast on scrolls.
Then she motioned to a servant to bring her lyre and began to play without waiting for any answer, giving him time for himself.
