They were words of Guelph degree of the Carbonari.

A few days before his brethren had bites of the sect, in a desert site, and once again vowed to liberate the homeland from the foreign yoke, or die.

On the return trip he stopped in Brescia, Verona, Vicenza, Padua, Rovigo, and made a detour to Venice, and in all these provinces would meet with Federated, he made converts, formed new centers Carbonari, spreading branches in the main villages, and clutching a large network of nodes that had to tighten its links in the two-headed eagle.

Then he went back quietly in his father’s house, alone and unarmed, but deeply convinced that sooner or later but of course, Italy would be united, free and independent.

Six years had passed since that first home in Brianza, when in May 1820, Captain Boniface reappeared for the second time in front of the house of his old war buddy.

It was not yet healed the deep wounds received from the great eyes of Mary Magdalene, and marveled that such a beautiful girl had not yet married. But in that solitude! … he thought, is like a flower that blooms in the Alps, perfumes the air around it, and dies without anyone seeing him.