
You are the bride. The bells have been ringing over Otranto since morning, your veil lies unfinished on Matilda's table, and the groom — her feverish brother Conrad — has not left his room. Then a shout in the courtyard stops halfway. An iron helmet taller than an armoured man stands on the stones where Conrad was expected, and two grooms cannot shift it a finger's breadth. Manfred is striking the bronze doors from the other side, demanding to know who stopped his son's wedding.
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