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In the small cafes and bars along the Riviera they called him the Immigrant’s Friend, or simply the Helper. People often said of Pushkin that he was fearless, but the truth was of course that he lived in fear. It was fear that drove him on to take such extraordinary risks. And paranoia. Pushkin’s story …
The Italian Ugo was a small man, and he could scarcely see over the battlements. Besides, the chainmail he was wearing was far too big for him and hung loosely down over his thin body. His helmet was too big for his head. He looked quite absurd, standing there and scarcely able to see over …