He never looked back. He was battling for himself and for his family, and his exploits became legendary. Jaime planned and executed daring raids against factories and banks, and carried out the executions of the oppressors. When any of his men were captured, he conducted daredevil missions to rescue them.
When Jaime heard about the GOE being formed to pursue Basques, he smiled and said, "Good. They've noticed."
He never asked himself if the risks he took had anything to do with the cries of "Your father is a coward," or if he was trying to prove anything to himself and to others. It was enough that he proved his bravery again and again, that he was not afraid to risk his life for what he believed in.
Now, because one of his men had talked too freely, Jaime found himself saddled with a nun.
It's ironic that her Church is on our side now. But it's much too late, unless they can arrange a Second Coming and include my mother and father and sisters, he thought bitterly.
They walked through the woods at night, the white moonlight dappling the forest around them. They avoided the towns and main roads, alert for any sign of danger. Jaime ignored Megan. He walked with Felix, talking about past adventures, and Megan found herself intrigued. She had never known anyone like Jaime Miro. He was filled with such self-assurance.
If anyone can get me to Mendavia, Megan thought, this man can.
There had been moments when Jaime had felt pity for the sister, and even a reluctant admiration for the way she handled herself on the arduous journey. He wondered how the other men were getting along with their charges from God.
At least he had Amparo Jiron. At night Jaime found her a great comfort.
She's as dedicated as I am, Jaime thought. She has even more reason than I do to hate the government
Amparo's entire family had been wiped out by the Nationalist Army. She was fiercely independent, and filled with a deep passion.
At dawn they were nearing Salamanca, on the banks of the Tonnes River.
"Students come here from all over Spain," Felix explained to Megan, "to attend the university. It's probably the best in all of Spain."
Jaime was not listening. He was concentrating on his next move. If I were the hunter, where would I set my trap?
He turned to Felix. "We'll skip Salamanca. There's a parador just outside town. We will stop there."
The parador was a small inn set away from the mainstream of tourist traffic. Stone steps led to the lobby, which was guarded by an ancient knight in armor.
As the group approached the entrance, Jaime said to the two women, "Wait here." He nodded to Felix Carpio and the two men disappeared.
"Where are they going?" Megan asked.
Amparo Jiron gave her a contemptuous look. "Maybe they went looking for your God."
"I hope they find Him," Megan said evenly.
Ten minutes later the men were back.
"All clear," Jaime told Amparo. "You and the sister will share a room. Felix will stay with me." He handed her a key.
Amparo said petulantly, "Querido, I want to stay with you, not - "
"Do as I say. Keep an eye on her."
Amparo turned to Megan. "Bueno. Come along, Sister."
Megan followed Amparo into the parador and up the stairs.
The room was one of a dozen set in a row along the gray, bare upstairs corridor. Amparo unlocked the door and the two women entered. The room was small and drab and sparsely furnished, with wooden floors, stucco walls, a bed, a small cot, a battered dressing table, and two chairs.
Megan looked around the room and exclaimed, "It's lovely."
Amparo Jiron swung around in anger, thinking that Megan was being sarcastic. "Who the hell are you to complain about - ?"
"It's so large," Megan went on.
Amparo looked at her a moment, then laughed. Of course it would seem large compared to the cells that the sisters lived in.
Amparo started to get undressed.
Megan could not help staring at her. It was the first time she had really looked at Amparo Jiron in the daylight. The woman was beautiful, in an earthy way. She had red hair, white skin, and was fullbreasted, with a small waist and hips that swayed as she moved.
Amparo saw her watching. "Sister - would you tell me something? Why would anyone join a convent?"
It was a simple question to answer. "What could be more wonderful than to devote oneself to the glory of God?"
"Offhand, I could think of a thousand things." Amparo walked over to the bed and sat down. "You can sleep on the cot. From what I've heard about convents, your God doesn't want you to be too comfortable."
Megan smiled. "It doesn't matter. I'm comfortable inside."
In their room across the corridor, Jaime Miro was stretching out on the bed. Felix Carpio was trying to get settled on the small cot. Both men were fully dressed. Jaime's gun was under his pillow. Felix's gun was on the small, battered table next to him.
"What do you think makes them do it?" Felix wondered aloud. "Do what, amigo?"
"Lock themselves up in a convent all their lives like prisoners."
Jaime Miro shrugged. "Ask the sister. I wish to hell we were traveling alone. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Jaime, God will thank us for this good deed."
"Do you really believe that? Don't make me laugh."
Felix did not pursue the subject. It was not tactful to discuss the Catholic Church with Jaime. The two men were silent, each preoccupied with his own thoughts.
Felix Carpio was thinking: God put the sisters in our hands. We must get them to a convent safely.
Jaime was thinking about Amparo. He wanted her badly now. That damned nun. He started to pull up the covers when he realized there was something he still had to do.