Chapter Twenty-Eight: To the MillThe band the mayor collected together seemed a motley crew from where Luis stood. He glanced over them. Pablo stood some way off, holding Constanza. Beside him, three old men, two of whom held pitchforks, the other an ancient musket. Polishing a sword was Carlos. He was smiling and humming a tune to himself. Luis went up to him.
“Where is Alvaro?”
Carlos shrugged. “I don't know. He said he was going to find the ogre.” He grinned, jutting his chin towards the gallows. “But we found him.”
Luis kept his temper, although he had the sudden desire to smash Carlos in the face. “You really think Salvador was the ogre?”
“Of course.” Carlos held his sword blade up and studied it, the blade glinting in the sun. With a flourish, he thrust it back into its scabbard.
