rubiconte

Updated: June 26, 2025

We were upon the river bank a little short of the Rubiconte Bridge. The water rippled languidly over the muddy reaches, but the rush of the weir was audible. Not another sound was to be heard, not a soul was in sight. We three stopped I was facing the two men, my back to the low river wall.

Maurice Henry Hewlett - The Fool Errant : Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca