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226 THE MIR A CLES OF ANTICHRIST
V
THE LADY WITH THE IRON RING
Donna Micaela often thought of a poor little
dressmaker whom she had seen in her youth in
Catania. She dwelt in the house next to the Palazzo
Palmeri, sitting always in the gateway with her
work, so that Donna Micaela had seen her a
thousand times. She always sat and sang, and she had
certainly only known a single canzone. Always,
always she sang the same song.
“I have cut a curl from my black hair,” she had
sung. “ I have unfastened my black, shining braids,
and cut a curl from my hair. I have done it to
gladden my friend, who is in trouble. Alas, my
beloved is sitting in prison; my beloved will never
again twine my hair about his fingers. I have sent
him a lock of my hair to remind him of the silken
chains that never more will bind him.”
Donna Micaela remembered the song well. It
seemed as if it had sounded through all her
childhood to warn her of the suffering that awaited
her.
Donna Micaela often sat at that time on the stone
steps of the church of San Pasquale. She saw
wonderful events take place far off on that Etna so rich
in legends.
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