- Do you see this white handkerchief? ‘He said. Tomorrow at dawn you will see in this stick floating on Laguardia. Will there be a line here?

One of the young officers brought a rope, and Martin and Bautista, ignoring the words of Brown, moved down the road.

The cold of the night I calmed down, and Martin and his brother looked strange. He said that the ancient Goths were in the habit of solving their issues twice, and one drunken night watchmen. Thus united in their decisions the boldness and prudence. Martin felt not following this prudent tactic Gothic, but stopped, and hinted that he was in one of the highlights of his life rejoicing.

– What? Are we going to go? Bautista said.

-Probe.

They came to Laguardia. Within walking distance of the walls took the left, the Path of the Ladies, to leave the path of the Blind and crossing it came to the height where the city is built. Put aside the cemetery and came upon a tree-lined avenue that encircles the town.

They must be at the point indicated by the Yécora man between the door and the Pagans Mercadal.

Indeed, the site might be. They distinguished the holes in the wall that served as stairs, those below were covered.