Chapter Thirty-Six: Of Mayors and ThingsLuis limped into the cells in the basement of the mayor's building. They had tended to Klaus and a cart had been sent to the old mill. Mother and Constanza would soon be home. As for the mayor, he was in bed at his home. When he well enough to travel, he would go to Malaga to await trial. As Luis trod his way carefully down the narrow, well-worn steps, he wondered what would become of everyone else. A village without a leader was like a ship without its rudder. It would drift, become lost, finally break up. The future for Riodelgado was not good.
He peered through the bars of the cell towards Klaus, who lay on a rickety bench, one knee propped up, arm behind his heads, staring at the ceiling.
Luis gestured to the keeper, who frowned.
“Open it,” sa
