Its walls had been raised upon the ruins of another castle in which Frederick II had guarded his treasures, and whose chapel Giotto had painted.

And the medieval castle of which only the memory now remained had, in its turn, been erected upon the remnants of the Palace of Lucullus, who had located the center of his celebrated gardens in this little island, then called _Megaris_.
The cornets of the _bersaglieri_ rejoiced the captain like the announcement of a triumphal entry.

"She's going to come! She's going to come at any moment!..." And he would look across the double mountain of the island of Capri, black in the distance, closing the gulf like a promontory, and the coast of Sorrento as rectilinear as a wall.

"There she is...." Then he would lovingly follow the course of the little steamboats plowing across the immense blue surface, opening a triangle of foam.

In some of these Freya must be coming.
The first day was golden and full of hope.