Huddled around a bonfire, men and women were pensive, worried. And from time to time they would cast their eyes toward the darkness of the lake to catch the slightest sign. The sound of a splash came suddenly. The chilled Bellanesi stood peering into the distance. And when they saw the gondola bus, with as much breath as they had in their throats, they uttered from the shore the cry, “Pesa vegia or Pesa nova?”.
“Pesa Vegia” was the answer.
People and merchants rejoiced. The whole town flocked to the wharf to receive the Spanish envoys bearing the benevolent order.
Someone remembered that it was the eve of the Epiphany and crazy with joy they staged the representation of the Magi, improvising a long procession and walking the streets of the village stopping to drink and eat in taverns and inns open all night until morning.