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thunderbolt from the blue sky which shook the whole
village. It was the long predicted world
cataclysm that was to come off on the first of May.
Enlisted by il Demonio the savage hordes of
Attila were to ransack the palaces of the rich
and burn and destroy their belongings. It was
the beginning of the end, castigo di Dio! Castigo
di Dio! The news spread like wildfire all over
Anacapri. The parroco hid the jewels of
Sant’Antonio and the sacred vessels of the church
under his bed, the notables dragged their
portable belongings down to their wine-cellars. The
popolo rushed to the Piazza yelling for their
Patron Saint to be taken out of his shrine and
carried through the streets for protection. On
the eve of the fatal day Pacciale went to consult
the parroco. Baldassare had already been there
and had left reassured by the parroco’s
affirmation that the brigands would surely not care
in the least for il Signor Dottore’s broken stones
and crockery and roba antica. Baldassare might
just as well leave all this rubbish where it was
lying. As to Pacciale who was responsible for
the sails, he was in a far worse plight, said the
parroco. If the brigands were to invade the
island, they must come in boats, and sails were
a most valuable booty to sea-faring men. To
hide them in the wine-cellar was running too
great a risk, for sea-faring men were also fond
of good wine. Why not carry them down to
his lonely masseria under the cliffs of Damecuta,
it was the very place for them, the brigands
would surely not risk their necks down that
precipice to fetch them there.

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