Chapter 14: Pieta

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌⁠Twilight was gathering when the pair reached the valley.

The Passion Theatre loomed like a vast shadow by the roadside, and both, as if moved by the same impulse, turned toward it.

Freyer, drawing a key from his pocket, opened the door leading to the stage. "Shall we take leave of it?" he said.

"Take leave!"

The countess said no more. She knew that the success of the rest of the performances depended