Frank Corcoran

It´s a good five kilometres out to Isola Martana; the
keel of Paolo Pescatore´s boat held firm. I did notice the ninety metres depth of water under singing us. ( – Alas, poor Tomoa! Which oaf had tightened the Gothic piano-string around whose throat ? ) So Amalasuntha, proud princess, descended those stone steps in that tufa tunnel ? Down to that limpid water ?