. God's troubadour; the story of St. Francis of Assisi . at filled half the valley. On the pointwhere road and forest met, the sharpesteyes were fixed. The crowd was gay, but not noisy. [3] GODS TROUBADOUR There were few words and long silences,as always when people are waiting and ex-pecting. Among all the eyes that watchedthe sunny road that day, the most earnestwere those of Madonna Pica Bernardone,and the merriest were those of her littleboy Francis, for the company was gatheredto see the home-coming of Messer PieroBernardone, the richest merchant of Assisi,and the lady Pica was his wife,
. God's troubadour; the story of St. Francis of Assisi . at filled half the valley. On the pointwhere road and forest met, the sharpesteyes were fixed. The crowd was gay, but not noisy. [3] GODS TROUBADOUR There were few words and long silences,as always when people are waiting and ex-pecting. Among all the eyes that watchedthe sunny road that day, the most earnestwere those of Madonna Pica Bernardone,and the merriest were those of her littleboy Francis, for the company was gatheredto see the home-coming of Messer PieroBernardone, the richest merchant of Assisi,and the lady Pica was his wife, and littleFrancis was his son. The others werefriends and neighbours of Piero. Somewere rich customers, who wondered if themerchant had found for them the beautifulstuffs which they had ordered. Certain ofthe company were only idlers, glad enoughto have something happen to break the dul-ness of the long, warm afternoon. Assisi, at whose gate the watchers stood,lies far across the sea in beautiful Italy. Itis a little city, built on a mountain side, [4]. ABOVE THE BROWN TILED ROOFS RISE TALL GREEN CYPRESS TREES.
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