The castle was confused from afar with an abandoned ruin. Lewis, lost hope of being able to finish, in good faith declared that it was better because you avoid the work of decorating with artificial ruins. He looked like a fortress of legend, as his father had described the historian, made to the gray skies to wet forests of green, and seemed to want to escape this sunburnt landscape, vegetation parsimonious, fleeing the contact with the olive trees, cactus and bushes covered with rough wood flowers.

Down from the car in a plain bounded by two bodies of building at an angle. It was the court of honor, the parade of the future castle. In the other two sides, only walls that rose a meter above the ground indicated the trace of what could be this patio one day, if luck kept stern show with the owner. In the open bottom of the plain was another rental car, and with him the three soldiers.

Lewis came to greet the prince. Had only recently arrived, and a hurry, immediately confronted the colonel.

Don Marcos was the oracle to be consulted to avoid wasting time. Can you solve the same business there? … Would not it be better behind the castle, in a garden surrounded by old olive trees? …

The colonel, with a box in each arm, was examining the ground. All he cared in the first moments was his own person. Looked decidedly ridiculous. Those three officers, with their uniforms, the Prince, with a dark blue business suit, the doctor, dressed in old, as always, Lewis, with a large straw hat, without which I could not walk for its castle, and He wrapped his solemn frock that seemed to scare the pigeons in the eaves refugees and ruined walls! …