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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 1 ª part

1.

The sands of the beach Covas opened the horizon, hanging in the shadows, in the first hour of twilight. Jesus!, Muttered to himself Lieutenant Matías Gutiérrez del Castillo, makeshift watchtower on a mound of rocks. But he said nothing and remained silent, solemn, as he wrapped stones. Matias was a thin man of mustache and gesture imperturbable aristocrat who have come down, one of those looking to be accustomed to giving orders and gently take the consequences. At his side, Mr. Oscar You know, shivering, with a convulsive hand extended towards the west.

- Do you see well what is going on?

Among the infinite sound of the ocean, rose the sound of the fishermen, with the bustle and network gear, attracting, as if by magic, whispers that come and go with the waves.

-The body of Ambrose. I know. Oscar's voice sounded broken, distant, beyond the grave, as if it were muffled itself contemplated, a newcomer to the coast driftwood.

teammate Matias wrapped in a sullen look, almost feline.

"First we must be sure.

not long before the seamen in unraveling the body. Had died ten or twelve hours ago, judging from your state, murmured their rescuers used their networks to find among the debris of the misdeeds of others. The label body was found, wearing a wide brimmed hat crooked, grave and stately, with a couple of crabs fun clutching his lips.

"That's why not come to the meeting. Sleeping with the fish-ruled Matthias between sardonic and detached.

So era. Farquhar Ambrose, the third member of their group, should have met with them at noon, Serafin, from where they had inspected the road to Covas and then drift towards the Hermitage of Our Lady of the Northeast. They did not want anything left to chance for the day of the meeting. But his companion, as a stickler for schedules, planning, assessment of the land ... had not appeared. Then they knew that something was seriously wrong.

"We should leave living and forget the whole thing. Farquhar is dead. It is a bad omen that we can not neglect, "Oscar said, trembling from head to toe.

- Leave it be? Give up our plan, you mean? You must be kidding.

Oscar stared at the floor with rage. Nothing was as important as life. Voodoo is a religion of life and he knew to respect his commandments. He had been taught that nothing worth the sacrifice of a human soul. The death of his friend should not have happened.

"I'm not joking. How could something like this happen to us?

"I do not understand what may have failed. Nobody knew that we had come. "Matias paused, as if thinking. But, anyway, nothing has changed. We must continue the mission.

"Maybe we should try somewhere else. What about Portugal? No one knows us there. Or in another country Europe, if you prefer.

you know Oscar was a timid man, not many more than twenty years. His face twitched constantly twitching. It was neither blond nor black, but depending on the intensity of light might seem one thing or another. He wore a nice suit but wore wrinkled and without starch. It was one of those people who, after bump into them in the way of life, forget completely. Maybe that's why he had chosen Matthias.

"Do not be stupid," he said, adopting a soft voice, dropping a conciliatory hand on the shoulder of his friend. There's no turning back. We came here with a definite purpose and not to turn back to the first small problem before us.

Oscar nodded, though still doubtful. In fact, they both knew from the beginning that came to change the destiny of a great nation like the English, perhaps a continent. They were not so naive to ignore that there would be some difficulty but does so soon? Oscar was thinking what would the death of everything if I could, if also consider it a temporary difficulty or, as Matthias said, a "minor inconvenience."

-Ambrose was no fool. Not left to catch by surprise. Who killed him should know very well what he was doing.

Matthias had no strength to challenge his friend. In addition, he was right.

"We face an unexpected and powerful enemy. That will give greater value to our victory, "he said, as if to give himself courage.

"I've felt the presence of a young magician, an apprentice. Not an enemy with a power like that would have been needed to kill Ambrose.

"Maybe you caught off guard that Pa-for you speak of.

Pa-for . With that term that Matthias had said, were appointed the priests of voodoo had not yet sufficient knowledge of his office to complete all the rituals.

"Or maybe not a Pa-for . Maybe he wants us to believe that it is only a beginner to get confused, "he concluded Oscar.

slouch, with individual faces lit by a dim little dodge storm moon, Oscar and Matthew returned to the road, wandered silently through pine and took his car back to Serafin, where in their pensions, they expected a long night of preparation.

- Arre! "Said Matthew reluctantly his donkey after it had freed from his bonds and offered a carrot. He squinted at them and walked parsimonious with his eyes on the road, narrow and dark, it was hinted to them.