The sisters looked at one another.
Graciela said, “Not exactly.”
“Then how the hell did you ever expect to get there?”
“God will lead us,” Sister Teresa said firmly.
Another of the men, Rubio Arzano, grinned. “You’re in luck.” He nodded toward Jaime. “He came down to guide you in person, Sister.”
Jaime silenced him with a look. “We’ll split up. We’ll take three different routes.”
He pulled a map out of a backpack and the men squatted down on the ground, shining flashlights on the map.
“The convent at Mendavia is here, southeast of Logroño. I’ll head north through Valladolid, then up to Burgos.” He ran his fingers along the map and turned to Rubio, a tall, pleasant-looking man. “You take the route to Olmedo up to Peñafiel and Aranda de Duero.”
“Right, amigo.”
Jaime Miró was concentrating on the map again. He looked up at Ricardo Mellado, one of the men whose face was bruised. “Ricardo, head for Segovia, then take the mountain route to Cerezo de Abajo, then to Soria. We’ll all meet at Logroño.” He put the map away. “Logroño is two hundred and ten kilometers from here.” He calculated silently. “We’ll meet there in seven days. Keep away from the main roads.”
Felix asked, “Where in Logroño shall we meet?”
Ricardo said, “The Cirque Japon will be playing in Logroño next week.”
“Good. We’ll meet there. The matinee performance.”
Felix Carpio spoke up. “Who are the nuns going to travel with?”
“We’ll split them up.”
It was time to put a stop to this, Lucia decided. “If the soldiers are searching for you, señor, then we’d be safer traveling on our own.”
“But we wouldn’t be, Sister,” Jaime said. “You know too much about our plans now.”
“Besides,” the man called Rubio added, “you wouldn’t have a chance. We know the country. We’re Basques, and the people up north are our friends. They’ll help us and hide us from the Nationalist soldiers. You’d never get to Mendavia by yourselves.”
I don’t want to get to Mendavia, you idiot.
Jaime Miró was saying, grudgingly, “All right, then, let’s get moving. I want us far away from here by dawn.”
Sister Megan stood quietly listening to the man who was giving orders. He was rude and arrogant, but somehow he seemed to radiate a reassuring sense of power.
Jaime looked over at Teresa and pointed to Tomás Sanjuro and Rubio Arzano. “They will be responsible for you.”
Sister Teresa said, “God is responsible for me.”
“Sure,” Jaime replied drily. “I suppose that’s how you got here in the first place.”
Rubio walked over to Teresa. “Rubio Arzano at your service, Sister. How are you called?”
“I am Sister Teresa.”
Lucia spoke up quickly. “I will travel with Sister Teresa.” There was no way she was going to let them separate her from the gold cross.
Jaime nodded. “All right.” He pointed to Graciela. “Ricardo, you’ll take this one.”
Ricardo Mellado nodded. “Bueno.”
The woman whom Jaime had sent to reconnoiter had returned to the group. “It’s all clear,” she said.
“Good.” Jaime looked at Megan. “You come with us, Sister.”
Megan nodded. Jaime Miró fascinated her. And there was something intriguing about the woman. She was dark and fierce-looking, with the hawklike features of a predator. Her mouth was a red wound. There was something intensely sexual about her.
The woman walked up to Megan. “I’m Amparo Jirón. Keep your mouth shut, Sister, and there will be no trouble.”
Jaime said to the others, “Let’s get moving. Logroño in seven days. Don’t let the sisters out of your sight.”
Sister Teresa and the man called Rubio Arzano had already started to move down the path. Lucia hurried after them. She had seen the map that Rubio Arzano had put in his backpack. I’ll take it, Lucia decided, when he’s asleep.
Their flight across Spain began.
CHAPTER TEN
Miguel Carrillo was nervous. In fact, Miguel Carrillo was very nervous. It had not been a wonderful day for him. What had started so well in the morning, when he had encountered the four nuns and convinced them that he was a friar, had ended up with him being knocked unconscious, tied hand and foot, and left on the floor of the dress shop.