I will miss seeing you at Nascenza this year, I fear, for they have seen fit to send an inexperienced popinjay in my place. —Sister Beatrize Buonochio, in a letter to her sister, Amali The journey to Nascenza, Narciso had announced shortly after their departure, would take nigh on a week. The length of time had puzzled Petro greatly, for when he had consulted the map hanging in the insula library, the journey appeared as if it would take but three or four days of walking at most. What he had not counted upon, however, was Brother Narciso’s propensity for side trips away from the Great Traverse. “This is a pilgrimage, after all,” the priest confided to Adrio on their second day, as Petro and the two other aspirants straggled along behind. Their names were Elettra Leporis and Amadeo Martelli, he’d learned, and both he and they were as grimy as laborers from the dust kicked up by the cart’s wheels. “We must pay our respects to the shrines of the gods along the way.”
What do You think about The Nascenza Conspiracy (2010)?
