They talked endlessly, exploring and explaining, and their words were tendrils that drew them even closer together. They spoke of the past, the present, and the future. Particularly the future.
"We'll be married in church," Ricardo said. "You'll be the most beautiful bride in the world..."
And Graciela could visualize the scene and was thrilled by it.
"And we'll live in the most beautiful house..."
And she thought: I've never had a house of my own, or a real room of my own.
There was the little casa she had shared with her mother and all the uncles, and then the convent cell, living with the sisters.
"And we'll have handsome sons and beautiful daughters..."
And I will give them all the things I never had. They will be so loved.
And Graciela's heart soared.
But there was one thing troubling her. Ricardo was a soldier fighting for a cause he passionately believed in. Would he be content living in France, withdrawing from the battle? She knew she had to discuss this with him.
"Ricardo - how much longer do you think this revolution is going to go on?"
It's already gone on too long, Ricardo thought. The government had made peace overtures, but ETA had done worse than reject them. It had responded to the offers with a series of increased terrorist attacks. Ricardo had tried to discuss it with Jaime.
"They're willing to compromise, Jaime. Shouldn't we meet them halfway?"
"Their offer is a trick - they want to destroy us. They're forcing us to go on fighting."
And because Ricardo loved Jaime and believed in him, he continued to support him. But the doubts refused to die. And as the bloodshed increased, so did his uncertainty. And now Graciela was asking, How much longer do you think this revolution is going to go on?
"I don't know," Ricardo told her. "I wish it were over. But I will tell you this, my darling. Nothing will ever come between us - not even a war. There will never be words enough to tell you how much I love you."
And they went on dreaming.
They traveled during the night, making their way through the fertile, green countryside, past El Burgo and Soria. At dawn, from the top of a hill, they saw Logrono in the far distance. To the left of the road was a stand of pine trees and beyond that a forest of electric-power lines. Graciela and Ricardo followed the winding road down to the outskirts of the bustling city.
"Where are we going to meet the others?" Graciela asked.
Ricardo pointed to a poster on a building they were passing. It read:
CIRQUE JAPON
!
THE WORLD'S MOST
SENSATIONAL CIRCUS FRESH FROM JAPAN
!
JULY
24
TH FOR ONE WEEK
AVENIDA CLUB DE PORTIVO
.
"There," Ricardo told her. "We'll meet them there this afternoon."
In another part of the city, Megan, Jaime, Amparo, and Felix were also looking at a circus poster. There was a feeling of enormous tension in the group. Amparo was never out of their sight. Ever since the incident at Vitoria, the men treated Amparo as an outcast, ignoring her most of the time and speaking to her only when necessary.
Jaime looked at his watch. "The circus should be starting," he said. "Let's go."
At police headquarters in Logrono, Colonel Ramon Acoca was finalizing his plans.
"Are the men deployed around the convent?"
"Yes, Colonel. Everything is in place."
"Excellent."
Acoca was in an expansive mood. The trap he had set was foolproof, and there would be no bungling policemen to spoil his plans this time. He was personally conducting the operation. The OPUS MUNDO was going to be proud of him. He went over the details with his officers once again.
"The nuns are traveling with Miro and his men. It's important that we catch them before they walk into the convent. We'll be spread out in the woods around it. Don't move until I give the signal to close in."
"What are our orders if Jaime Miro resists?"
Acoca said softly, "I hope he does try to resist."
An orderly came into the room. "Excuse me, Colonel. There is an American here who would like to speak to you."
"I have no time now."
"Yes, sir." The orderly hesitated. "He says it's about one of the nuns."
"Oh? An American, did you say?"
"Yes, Colonel."
"Send him in."
A moment later, Alan Tucker was ushered in.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Colonel. I'm Alan Tucker. I'm hoping you can help me."
"Yes? How, Mr. Tucker?"
"I understand that you're looking for one of the nuns from the Cistercian convent - a Sister Megan."
The colonel sat back in his chair, studying the American. "How does that concern you?"
"I'm looking for her too. It's very important that I find her."
Interesting, Colonel Acoca thought. Why is it so important for this American to find a nun? "You have no idea where she is?"
"No. The newspapers - "
The goddamn press again. "Perhaps you could tell me why you are looking for her."
"I'm afraid I can't discuss that."
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you."
"Colonel - could you let me know if you find her?"
Acoca gave him a thin smile. "You'll know."
The whole country was following the hegira of the nuns. The press had reported the narrow escape of Jaime Miro and one of the nuns in Vitoria.
So they're heading north, Alan Tucker thought. Their best bet to get out of the country is probably San Sebastian. I've got to get hold of her. He sensed that he was in trouble with Ellen Scott. I handled that badly, he thought. I can make up for it by bringing her Megan.