pruneta

Updated: May 19, 2025

And, of course, in time they met up there on the road from Pruneta to Murato. The clouds were down, and the gregale was blowing cold and showery. It is when the gregale blows that the clouds seem to whisper as they crowd through the narrow places up among the peaks, and there was no other sound while these two men crept round each other among the rocks, like two cats upon a roof.

Henry Seton Merriman - The Isle of Unrest