Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

My book, you have now reached the end.In the last few days, I wrote very fast.Writing it down line by line, I traveled across several countries, across several continents and oceans.What causes me to be in such a hurry, so eager?It should be said that I am waiting for something.But hadn't the nun, who had retreated to this corner in order to escape the vicissitudes of earthly life, wanted nothing?Am I waiting for anything but this page of white paper that must be filled with black letters, and the clock of the monastery? When he came, he could only hear the hooves of a horse going up the steep mountain road.Come, the horse stopped just at the gate of the monastery.The knight knocked on the door.I couldn't see him from my window, but I heard his voice: "Hey, dear sisters, listen to me!"

Doesn't that sound like his voice, or am I misremembering?That's right, that's it!It was the voice of Rambaldo, who knocked on the door for a long time to finish the last two pages. "Hey, kind sisters, please be kind and tell me if there is a female warrior who lives in seclusion in this monastery? She is the famous Bradamante." It turned out that Rambaldo had traveled all over the world looking for Bradamante, and of course he would come here. I heard the nun at the gate answer: "No, soldier, there are no warriors here, only some pious poor women who pray to God and atone for your sins!"

At this time, I ran to the window and said loudly: "Hey, Rambaldo, I am here, you wait for me, I know you will come, I will go downstairs immediately, I will walk with you I hastily removed my turban, tore off my monastery frieze, and my cassock, and dug out from the box my topaz-coloured doublet, breastplate, shoulder plate, helmet, spurs, and lavender cloak. "Lambardo, wait for me, here I am Bradamante!" By the way, and my book.The nun Teodora who tells the story and the warrior Bradamante we are one and the same.Sometimes I gallop on the battlefield, obsessed with desperation and love, and sometimes I live in seclusion in the monastery, thinking and recording my experiences, in order to understand life.When I first came here to live in seclusion, I was discouraged by the lack of Agilulfo's love, and now my heart was kindled by the enthusiasm of young Rambaldo.

My pen started running at some point for this, and ran towards him, knowing that he was coming soon.The value of a page of a book exists only when it is turned, and later life will surely rummage and mess up every page of this book.Joy makes you run as you walk, and it makes your pen move as fast as you walk.You are about to start writing a new chapter, you don't know what the story you are going to tell, just like when you walk out of the monastery, when you turn the corner, you don't know that you are about to meet a dragon, a group of barbarians, a A beautiful mirage, or a new love adventure.

I ran down.Rambaldo!I didn't even say goodbye to Dean Jialan.They already knew me, knew that after the fight, the embrace, the disappointment, I always came back to this monastery.But this time it will be different...it will be... Ah, the future, I come to you from the narrative of the past, from the present with trembling hands, I step on your saddle.What new banner will you raise to welcome me on the flagstaff of the towers now as yet unbuilt?How will you plunder the castles and gardens I loved in the past?How many golden years have you planned?You are elusive, you herald treasures to be acquired at great cost, you are the kingdom I shall conquer, the future...