It was in times long past, when on Vyšehrad, that ancient stronghold above the Vltava, the echo of pagan rituals still breathed and Christian faith mingled with old superstitions. Vyšehrad, towering on a rocky promontory, was always a place full of mystery, where stones remembered princes and kings, battles and plague epidemics. Its mighty walls, which for centuries defied the ravages of time and enemy armies, hid many a dark secret. And one of them was born in