foresto's

Updated: May 5, 2025

Here Cercamorte kept his treasures his scraps of looted finery, the weapons taken from fallen knights, the garrison's surplus of arms. When he had locked the door and with Foresto's slow help braced some pike-shafts against it, he tried to make Baldo lie down. The old man vowed profanely that he would die on his feet. Shambling to the casement niche, he gaped forth at the dawn.

Various - O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1920