She slept.
Sister Teresa lay near Lucia, wide awake, fighting the demons that were trying to possess her, to send her soul to hell. I must be strong. The Lord is testing me. I have been exiled so that I can find my way back to Him. And these men are trying to stop me I must not let them.
At four o’clock in the morning, Sister Teresa silently sat up and looked around. Tomás Sanjuro was asleep only a few feet from her. The tall, dark man called Rubio was keeping watch at the edge of the clearing, his back to her. She could see his silhouette against the trees.
Very quietly, Sister Teresa rose. She hesitated, thinking about the cross. Should I carry it with me? But I’ll be coming back here very soon. I must find a place where it will be safe until I return. She looked over to where Sister Lucia lay sleeping. Yes. It will be safe with my sister in God, Sister Teresa decided.
Silently she moved over to Lucia’s sleeping bag and gently slipped the wrapped cross inside. Lucia did not stir. Sister Teresa turned and moved into the woods, out of Rubio Arzano’s sight, and carefully began to make her way downhill toward the soldiers’ camp. The hill was steep and slippery with dew, but God gave her wings and she sped downhill without stumbling or falling, hurrying toward her salvation.
In the darkness ahead, the figure of a man suddenly materialized.
A voice called out, “Who goes there?”
“Sister Teresa.”
She approached the sentry, who was wearing an army uniform and pointing a rifle at her.
“Where did you come from, old woman?” he demanded.
She looked at him with glowing eyes. “God sent me.”
The sentry stared at her. “Did He, now?”
“Yes. He sent me to see Colonel Acoca.”
The guard shook his head. “You’d better tell Him you’re not the colonel’s type. Adiós, señora.”
“You don’t understand. I am Sister Teresa from the Cistercian convent. I have been taken prisoner by Jaime Miró and his men.” She watched the stunned expression that came over his face.
“You’re—you’re from the convent?”
“Yes.”
“The one at Ávila?”
“Yes,” Teresa said impatiently. What was the matter with the man? Didn’t he realize how important it was that she be rescued from those evil men?
The soldier said carefully, “The colonel isn’t here just now, Sister—”
It was an unexpected blow.
“—but Colonel Sostelo is in charge. I can take you to him.”
“Will he be able to help me?”
“Oh, I’m sure he will. Follow me, please.”
The sentry was scarcely able to believe his good fortune. Colonel Fal Sostelo had sent squadrons of soldiers to scour the entire countryside in search of the four nuns, and they had had no success. Now one of the sisters had stumbled into the camp and given herself up to him. The colonel was going to be very pleased.
They reached the tent where Colonel Fal Sostelo and his second-in-command were poring over a map. The men looked up as the sentry and a woman entered.
“Excuse me, Colonel. This is Sister Teresa from the Cistercian convent.”
Colonel Sostelo stared at her unbelievingly. For the last three days, all of his energy had been focused on finding Jaime Miró and the nuns, and now, here in front of him, was one of them. There was a God.
“Sit down, Sister.”
There is no time for that, Sister Teresa thought. She had to make him realize how urgent this was. “We must hurry. They are trying to take me back to Èze.”
The colonel was puzzled. “Who’s trying to take you back to Èze?”
“The men of Jaime Miró.”
He got to his feet. “Sister—do you by any chance happen to know where these men are?”
Sister Teresa said impatiently, “Of course.” She turned and pointed. “They’re up in those hills hiding from you.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Alan Tucker arrived in Ávila the day after his conversation with Ellen Scott. It had been a long flight, and Tucker should have been exhausted, but instead he was exhilarated. Ellen Scott was not a woman given to whims. There’s something strange going on behind all this, Alan Tucker thought, and if I play my cards right, I have a hunch it could be very profitable for me.