2 settembre 1942
Santino says he has the word from Don Ercole in Britannia and we'll be out of here before sunset.
Part of me hates to leave. It feels like we're giving up. Italia is my home; Britannia...well, Alessio says his family will love me, but I don't even speak the language.
At the same time, we have to take Alessio somewhere where he can be healed, now that we have the sword which cut not only his physical body but the astral and ether as well. And that isn't here, not with things the way they are now.
Lindoria says she thinks it was forged specifically to kill me. I don't understand. Does this mean that Evola and Ficino have been planning all along to kill me? Did Pappa know? (I cannot stop thinking of Alvaro Benedetto as Pappa, not really, even though I know he's no relation to me at all and never was.) Did Mamma know? But Mamma is so forgetful.
Alessio wants to marry me.
I think I want to marry him too. And I am sure I'll be able to think more clearly after I've had a real bath and slept in a real bed. I know I need a rest from the fighting. I just...I don't know what will happen out here if we leave.