It is 438 AD and Attila has begun his conquests. The Count Saint-Germain is one of many refugees fleeing from the terror of the Huns. Some of the stream of refugees end up seeking sanctuary in a remote monastery. There they and the unwelcoming monks must prepare for the inevitable Hun attack.
Saint-Germain helps to maintain peace, heals the sick and becomes infatuated with yet another doomed woman, Nicoris. This is a good enjoyable catastrophic tale.
“It’s the very devil being a widow this last century. No entertainments. No bright clothes. No jewels beyond pearl mourning-rings, and moonstones for earrings.”
“No one regards me as one of them.”
“He murmured in a language that no one else on earth could speak now.”
“I have been chased by Egyptians and Babylonians and Hittites and Carthaginians and Greeks and Persians and Chinese and Arabs and Assyrians and many, many others, all sworn to deliver me the True Death, and I am still here.”