Intrigues, the Abbot had said.

Did she still love Piero Maironi?
Had she discovered, did she know that he had sought refuge at Santa Scolastica?
Had she recognised him?
If so, what did she propose to do?
Probably she was not staying in the Selvas' very small lodging, but was at some hotel in Subiaco.

Were those distant lights fires in an enemy's camp?
He made the sign of the cross, and entered his narrow cell, for a short rest until two o'clock, the hour of assembly in the choir.
Benedetto took the road to the Sacro Speco.

Beyond the further corner of the monastery he crossed the dry bed of a small torrent, reached the very ancient oratory of Santa Crocella on the right, and climbed the rocky slope which tumbles its stones down towards the rumbling Anio and faces the hornbeams of the Francolano, rising, straight and black, to the star-crowned cross on its summit.

Before reaching the arch which stands at the entrance to the grove of the Sacro Speco, he left the road, and climbed up towards the left, in search of the scene of his last vigil, high above the square roofs and the squat tower of Santa Scolastica.