![]() I could see soldiers sheltering under eaves or in doorways, here and there a cluster of wounded, and, in the open space before the cathedral, a pile of heaped corpses from which I averted my gaze. My eyes searched the shadows ceaselessly as the horses turned down the wide expanse of the Via Croce. I could feel the impact of their eyes as I passed, but their stares were bleak and incurious-they did not care who or what I was so long as I did them no further harm. The market was unrecognizable a broad empty space now, littered with refuse, in which a few people were engaged in some sort of barter. I took a deep breath and urged my horse on. Tiles had been smashed, doors wrenched off their hinges, and everywhere there was the decaying aftermath of looting. ![]() What had been a huddle of prosperous solid, stone buildings now stood stark like broken teeth, roofs fallen in and doorways and windows gaping blindly the very stones were cracked and darkened by fire. The houses clustered close by the gates had been gutted.
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