Three of the seven gates of the city had already been conquered, and the slaves, the hungry, the bloodied, the enslaved, who until yesterday were kneeling before the beast, were now capturing Tripolitsa.
"Where are you going, Nikolas, alone?" Kolokotronis shouted angrily and made a move to bring him back in line. "I'm going to meet our Argyroula," he replied and drew his sharp sword. "Or to avenge her death..."
The first months of the Revolution and the wind of freedom sweeps the enslaved lands of the homeland from Macedonia and the Aegean to Messolonghi and Morea.
Nikolas, Despo, Stefanos, Argyro, Simos, the small people of this novel, figures and souls of the Revolution, fight fiercely for the unattainable dream and are harshly tested by human fate. They are molded by fire and gunpowder, they fight, love, mourn, suffer. But, at last, they breathe freely.
After Souli and Zalongo, Psara, Anapli, Tripolitsa. Martyrdom places, sacred places, but also places of unimaginable heroism.
Where slaves become human.
Where the subjugated become Greeks.