When night came, they went to the tavern, and danced until the sun came up. Then came the war . There was no place to work, not a sou to be had Maria was with child. There was yet one lord in the village, a chateau full of gold and silk and jewels. They crept by night over the wall, and in the morning they had more riches than they had seen in a lifetime.
Poverty is a chain that binds man to man.
Gold is a wedge that drives friends apart. From that morning, they bickered, Rinaldo and he, over their wealth. Buy wares that are scare in wartime. Stubborn they were, and could not decide together. They split the booty and went their separate ways.