again! But now you weigh a lot more. You’ve become a real ...”
Mar broke free, and ran to embrace him. “Why did you abandon me?” she asked, tears in her eyes.
“I was no more than a slave, child. What could a mere slave do?”
“You were like a father to me.”
“Am I not that anymore?”
“You always will be.”
Mar hugged Guillem tight. “You always will be,” thought the Moor. How many years had he wasted so far from here? He turned back to the door.
“Dona Eleonor will not see you either,” he heard from inside.
“Tell her she will be hearing from me.”
THE SOLDIERS TOOK him back down to the dungeons. As the jailer chained him up again, Arnau could not take his eyes off the dark bundle at the far end of the gloomy cell. He was still standing observing it when the jailer left.
“What do you have to do with Aledis?” he shouted at the old woman as soon as the jailer’s footsteps had faded in the distance.
Arnau thought he could make out a slight movement in the shadowy figure, but after that, nothing.
“What do you have to do with Aledis?” he repeated. “What was she doing here? Why does she visit you?”
The silence that was his only reply led him to think again of that pair of huge brown eyes.
“What do Aledis and Mar have to do with each other?” he begged the shadow.
No reply. Arnau tried at least to hear the old woman’s breathing, but the countless groans and snores from the other prisoners prevented him from making out any sound Francesca might be making. Arnau looked desperately along the walls of the dungeon: nobody paid him any heed.
As SOON AS he saw Mar come in accompanied by a splendidly dressed Moor, the innkeeper stopped stirring the big cooking pot hanging over the fire. He became even more troubled when he saw two slaves follow them in carrying Guillem’s possessions. “Why didn’t he go to the corn exchange, where all the merchants stay?” he thought as he went to receive them.
“This is truly an honor,” the innkeeper said, bowing to the ground before them.
Guillem waited for him to finish his exaggerated display. “Do you have rooms?”
“Yes. The slaves can sleep in the—”
“Rooms for three,” Guillem cut in. “One room for me, and another for the two of them.”
The innkeeper glanced at the two youngsters with big dark eyes and curly locks waiting silently behind their master.
“Yes,” he said. “If that is what you require. Follow me.”
“They will see to everything. Bring us some water.”
Guillem went with Mar to one of the tables. Only the two of them were left in the dining room.
“Did you say the trial began today?”
“Yes, although I couldn’t say for sure. I’m not sure about anything. I haven’t even been able to see him.”
Guillem heard the emotion choking Mar. He stretched out his hand to comfort her, but in the end withdrew it without touching her. She was no longer a little girl, and he ... well, he was only a Moor. Nobody ought to think ... It was enough to have whirled her round in the air outside Eleonor’s palace. Mar’s hand reached out and took his.
“I’m still the same. I always will be, for you.”
Guillem smiled. “What about your husband?”
“He died.”
Mar’s face did not show the least sign of distress. Guillem changed topics : “Have you done anything for Arnau?”
Mar half closed her eyes and twisted her lips. “What do you mean? There’s nothing we—”
“What about Joan? Joan is an inquisitor. Have you heard anything from him? Hasn’t he interceded on Arnau’s behalf?”
“That friar?” Mar laughed scornfully and said nothing; what was the point of telling him? Arnau’s situation was bad enough, and that was what had brought Guillem to Barcelona. “No. He hasn’t done anything. Besides, he cannot go against the grand inquisitor. He is at the inn with us ...”
“With us?”
“Yes. I’ve met a widow called Aledis. She’s staying here with her two daughters. She was a friend of Arnau’s when they were young. Apparently she happened to be in Barcelona when he was arrested. I sleep in their room. She’s a good woman. You’ll meet them all when we eat.”
Guillem squeezed her hand.
“Tell me about you,” said Mar.
As THE SUN climbed in the sky, Mar and Guillem told each other all that had happened to them in the six years since they had last met. Mar was careful not to mention Joan. The first to appear back at the inn were Teresa and Eulalia. They were hot, but looked happy, although the smiles disappeared from their pretty faces as soon as they saw Mar and remembered that Francesca was still in jail.
