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To the Reader
THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN Love Beyond Desire are entirely
fictional. However, references to certain characters from Mexican
history are accurate: Montezuma (Moctezuma or Motecuhzoma the
name has a variety of spellings) was the sixteenth-century emperor
of the Aztec nation; Cuauhtemoc, his nephew, succeeded him; Cortes
(or Cortez) was the Spanish conquistador who conquered the Aztecs
and sacked the capital at Tenochtitln; and Don Fernando de Tapia
was one of the Spanish captains whom Cortes appointed governor of
the area north of Tenochtitln.
Cuauhtemoc, Falling Eagle, was elected to the throne by the royal
council after Montezuma had been stoned and his brother died of
smallpox. He was young, wise and brave, but his nation was
weakened by disease and disunity, and he was unable to fend off
ultimate defeat. His wife was the daughter of Montezuma. If her
name is recorded somewhere in history, I have not found it, so I have
given her the name Mrida. The escape and subsequent life I have
attributed to her are fictional.
Don Fernando de Tapia was a wise and compassionate governor. He
took an Indian wife and fathered a son and a daughter. When the
church refused to accept his daughter as a nun, he built the beautiful
convent of Santa Clara at Quertaro and made her the mother
superior.

CHAPTER ONE
ONE HAMBURGER
please.

WITH EVERYTHING,

an order of fries and a Coke,

Right away, sir. Robin Hamilton smiled into the darkly

handsome face of the young man who had given her the same order
at noon for three weeks. He was always in her line, and she had
begun to watch him. When the fast-food shop was not busy they had
sometimes exchanged a few words. Often he brought a notebook in
which he wrote or figured as he ate his lunch.
I missed you yesterday, he said.
My day off, Robin answered, servicing his tray.
What do you do on the day off? There was a slight foreign
sound to the way he put his words together.
Robin flashed an appreciative smile. Customers rarely spoke
personally to the neatly uniformed counter girls. Mostly catch up on
what I should have been doing all week, I guess.
Behind her the manager cleared his throat meaningfully. His
motto was Speed and Pleasant Efficiency. No dallying. Robin
glanced at the lengthening lines in front of each station. That will be
a dollar ninety-two, please.
He extracted a bill from a bulging wallet, hesitating as he read the
sign beside the cash register: No Tipping, Please. Robin rang up the
sale and counted out the change. He pocketed the wallet, and as he
reached for his tray someone jostled him so that he lost his balance
and almost knocked over the Coke. Robins quick eye saw a small
man in a brown suit hurrying toward the side door.
Check your wallet, she said, bending over the tray, is it still in
your pocket?
Her startled customer felt his back pocket. No! he exclaimed,
and then more loudly, My money is gone!
A murmur rippled through the crowded restaurant as Robin turned
to the manager. Its the man in brown, the one going out the door.
Are you sure? the manager demanded.
Yes, hurry! Robin ran through the kitchen to the service door
while the manager and the customer pursued the accused. The man
in brown almost collided with a stout middle-aged woman in the
parking lot before the burly manager grabbed him by the shoulder.
Take your hands off me! What do you think youre doing!
Give back the wallet! That is everything I have! the young
customer implored.
I dont know what youre talking about, the other retorted
coldly. Are you accusing me of thievery?
I saw you push against him, and then you hurried out, Robin

said breathlessly.
And because of this you call me a thief? The man sounded
incredulous. I simply do not like to wait in a long line, thats all. I
pushed out of line because I decided to get my lunch elsewhere. I
imagine you will find the wallet inside, precisely where you dropped
it.
I did not drop it, the customer protested.
Would you like to call the police? That might be a good idea, for
I find this entire situation highly insulting. You can see that I have
nothing that is not my own. He emptied his pockets. Several of the
Burger Barrels customers had come out and were listening
interestedly. He raised his voice. You are damaging my good name
and causing me great embarrassment. Your head office will hear of
the way a customer is insulted and falsely accused.
Now, wait a minute. The manager looked uncertainly at Robin.
My counter girl said she saw you. I was acting on her word.
The little man settled into his jacket with dignity. Next time
something occurs in your restaurant, be sure that the witness is
reliable. You should fire that girl. He gave Robin a withering look.
Here is my card. You will hear from my attorney.
The manager took the card and gasped. Please accept my
apologies. I see that you could not have done such a thing, and I am
sorry for the trouble. I will discharge the girl at once. He turned to
Robin, thrusting the card close to her face. There, you see, foolish
girl? This man doesnt need to steal from anyone. Youre fired. He
put his hand confidentially on the brown sleeve. Sir, come in and
order anything you want while we talk this over.
He turned his back on Robin and her customer as the crowd
opened to let the two men pass.
My money is still gone, the young man said disconsolately,
and now your job, also. Ay de mi!
I was so sure, she said bleakly. He certainly doesnt look like a
banker.
He is small, it is true, he began.
No, no, Robin said impatiently. Its the clothes. They are cheap
and untidy. And I dont think bank officials eat at the Burger Barrel
very often.
Forgive me. I must introduce myself, I am Carlos Lopez. You
were kind to try to help me, and because of me you have lost your
job. I am sorry. His heavily lashed brown eyes swept her face with

frank interest and concern.

But you have lost everything, she countered, wondering why on
earth he would have had so much money in cash. I wish I could
have been of real help.
At that moment the manager appeared at the side door. Heres
your wallet! he shouted. We found it on the floor, right where you
dropped it. His look said that Carlos was a fool and a troublemaker.
And youre still fired, he told Robin. Detectives I dont need.
Especially bad ones. Turn in your uniform and get your check.
I made a mistake, Robin protested uncertainly. But the manager
stalked inside the restaurant without bothering to communicate
further.
It is all here, Carlos said with relief, but I was sure I had
stuffed the wallet into my pocket. However, if he is a man from the
bank is that what his card said?
I saw it for just a moment, but I think it said vice-president in
charge of something at the Chase Manhattan. Of course, anybody
can have cards printed. If he is a professional crook, he could have a
supply just to get him out of jams like this. Suddenly she grabbed
his arm. Mr. Lopez, look!
From the back of the parking lot a rather old, dirty station wagon,
driven by the man in brown, was angling toward the auto exit. As it
paused before joining boulevard traffic, a woman ran forward,
opened the passenger door and climbed inside. Quickly the car
squealed away.
Thats the woman he smacked into when he left the building!
Pickpockets work in pairs, dont they? Ill bet he signaled her to drop
your billfold inside, because he was in a tight spot and thought hed
never get away with the theft.
Come, then. I will help you convince your boss that this is so.
Together they went into the office, but the manager was in no mood
to listen.
You cant provea thing, he said sourly. As far as Im
concerned, hes got a real case against us for what happened today,
and Ill be lucky if he doesnt sue. Now get out of here.
Will you call and verify that such a person is employed by the
bank? Carlos asked.
No, I will not. Why should I doubt that guy and put my faith in
you? Youve got your blasted wallet. What more do you want?
The young ladys out of a job, Carlos said quietly. She is a

good waitress, and she does not deserved to be dismissed.

Let me be the judge of that, if you dont mind. He handed
Robin her check and rose to show them out.
Never mind. Ill find another, better job, Robin told Carlos.
She changed out of her uniform and said goodbye to the girls in
the dressing room. She was surprised to find Carlos waiting for her
at the door. You did save my wallet for me, he told her gratefully,
and you must let me express my thanks. I would like to reward you

No, Robin said quickly, dont speak of a reward. I acted on

impulse. Perhaps Carlos Lopez had dropped his billfold when he
was jostled after all. No, she was sure she had seen the mans hand
slip under Carloss jacket.
May I drive you home? Carlos motioned toward a somewhat
battered blue Volkswagen.
Well. One of the worst things about working clear across the
city was fighting the crowds on the homeward-bound bus.
Nevertheless, she did not know this young man. He was nice
looking, neatly dressed, polite, and she had served him and chatted
briefly with him for three weeks. But in big, impersonal New York it
was not wise to trust strangers.
Tomorrow I leave for my home in Mexico, he told her. That is
why I have the money, so that I can change it easily when I arrive.
Perhaps it was foolish to take it in cash, but for so many years I have
had very little. And this morning I received an advance from my
publisher, to work on a second novel. I was so happy that I packed
my bags and cashed the check and made the plane reservation. And I
came to the Burger Barrel this noon hoping that you would come to
dinner with me tonight to celebrate my good fortune. I do not know
many people in New York. Will you come?
His gold-flecked brown eyes were eager, and his smile was
infectious. Robin began to laugh. You dont even know my name,
Mr. Lopez.
Please call me Carlos, Robin. At her surprise, he, too, laughed.
One day you wore a gold necklace that spelled your name. It suits
you, because you are small and cheerful like the bird.
Its Robin Hamilton. Her laughter began to bubble up again. I
dont know many people here, either, she told him. What a funny
way to make an acquaintance. He nodded, chuckling. Im a
ministers daughter, and Ive led a sheltered life. And within an hour

Ive witnessed a crime at least I think I have chased the criminal,

got fired and accepted a ride with a stranger in New York. It doesnt
make much sense, does it?
Carlos laughed, too. No, it does not. And I have never met a
ministers daughter. I am glad that you have decided to trust me to
drive you home. I hope that you will accept my dinner invitation,
too.
Well she said hesitantly.
Please. It is my last night in New York. You were very helpful to
me. Please let me show my appreciation.
Her impulsive nature wanted to take over. She liked the darkhaired, dark-eyed young man from Mexico. She liked the warm
appreciative looks he had given her each nqon as he waited in line to
be served. She liked his perfect courtesy and quiet friendliness.
Please do not be afraid to say yes, he said earnestly. I wish
only to thank you.
All right. If mother and dad were alive, she thought, they would
warn me that my impetuous nature could bring me to grief.
The gold flecks in Carloss eyes danced.

CHAPTER TWO
JODY JUMPED UP IN SURPRISE when Robin opened Mrs. Sneeds
door. Robins little sister was not quite six. A neighbor, old Mrs.
Sneed, was her sitter. The girls parents had been killed in an auto
accident five months earlier, and Robin and Jody had remained at the
parsonage that was their home until the small upstate church their
father had served had called another minister. Then they had moved
to a tiny, furnished city apartment. Robin hoped eventually to
continue her studies at City College and had found a part-time job at
the Burger Barrel to eke out their meager funds.
She felt fortunate in having found Mrs. Sneed to look after Jody
in the afternoons; the little girls kindergarten class occupied her
mornings. But Jody tended to become bored and restless in the old
womans company, and was sometimes naughty. She wanted to play
outdoors, but neither Mrs. Sneed nor Robin felt that the
neighborhood was safe enough to allow the child to roam free. And
Robin dreaded the approaching summer vacation, when keeping

Jody amused would be even more difficult.

Youre early, Jody said happily. Will you take me to the park?
Can we buy hot dogs?
Tomorrow is our Sunday-in-the-park day, honey, Robin said. If
its warm well take your suit so that you can play in the pooi. You
can help me shop for groceries this afternoon.
Can I spend my lowance? Jody bargained.
Sure. Go get your purse.
Jody drew the chain and key from inside the neck of her T-shirt.
Robin had just given it to her, and she was proud to be trusted with
it.
While Jody was gone, Robin arranged for Mrs. Sneed to care for
her sister that evening. I wont be late, she promised, but I would
appreciate it if you would stay with Jody in our apartment so that
Jody can go to sleep in her own bed.
Then you might be late after all? Mrs. Sneed asked querulously.
It might be ten or ten-thirty, but Jody should be in bed by nine.
I like to get to bed early, too, the old woman said with a sniff.
Get in as early as you can.
Robin sighed as she went down the hall. She loved Jody and tried
to give her the happy childhood she deserved. She remembered only
too well the days of shocked silence in which the little girl had
buried herself after the accident. But gradually she had seemed to
return to normal, except that for many weeks she had refused to talk
about her mother and father.
One spring evening a deacon had come to the parsonage to say
that the new minister was coming and that he would need the house
for his family. The deacon was kind, offering to let the girls stay in
his own home until they found a place of their own. Suddenly Jody
had crashed her small body against him and hammered him with her
knotted fists. No, no! she sobbed. We cant move away! They
wont find us when they, come back! We have to stay here!
Jody had always been especially doted on by her parents, who had
been surprised but delighted by this late addition to their family.
Robin had cradled the child in her arms and tried to make her
understand that her beloved mother and father were not coming
back; not because they didnt want to, but because their time for
living was over.
Jody was inconsolable. It couldnt be over. They werent old,
like grandpa was.

Some people get a long time to live, and others a short time,
honey.
Daddy said grandpa went to heaven. Is that where mommy and
daddy went? Did God make them go? she demanded angrily. They
wouldnt like it much if they had to leave us behind.
Darling, I dont know all the answers, Robin admitted sadly.
Maybe it would have been easier to let Jody go on believing that
their parents would return. Well just have to help each other try to
be happy. Weve still got each other, and were going to make a new
life for ourselves.
But Jody had insisted that Robin help her write a note to their
parents, giving them their address in New York. They might come
back, she said tearfully and hopefully as she propped the envelope
against the kitchen window-. Robin said no more. Death was not
easy to understand. Or to accept.
Robin had dropped out of college after one semester. At nineteen,
and with only high-school business courses, she had been unable to
find an office job in the city. After weeks of weary job hunting she
had been grateful to be called to work at the Burger Barrel. Now that
job was gone.
How come youre home early? Jody wanted to know.
Again Robin sighed. Its a long story, honey. I got fired.
Whats fired?
It means I cant work there anymore. Ill have to look for another
job.
Were you bad? Jodys interest quickened.
Me? Course not, Robin said with a grin. She sobered,
reflecting that she would not be likely to get a good recommendation
from the Burger Barrels manager.
Will you read me a story, Robin? Jody stood with her Uncle
Remus book under her arm. Please?
Sure. She took Jody onto her lap in the big rocker. Worrying
about a job could wait.
At five, after a quick trip to the corner store with Robin, Jody set
the table and patted her own hamburger into shape. Why are you
making yours so little? she asked. Mines nice and big.
I dont want to eat too much now because Im going out to
dinner later, Robin said.
The small hands stopped patting. Am I going, too?
No, honey. Not.this time. Im going with a young man.

I dont like him.

How do you know? You havent met him yet.
Jody looked up, her eyes brimming. Hes taking you away.
Darling, Ill come back. I promise. Robin understood the fear in
her sisters heart. Sometimes loved ones did not come back, in spite
of promises. Mrs. Sneed will stay with you, and the minute I get
home Ill come and kiss you good-night.
Can I stay up till you come?
No, but Ill wake you up to say good-night. Okay?
Jody hung her head, refusing to agree. She barely nibbled her big
hamburger, and she had little to say as she dried the dishes. She
curled up on the bed to watch Robin slip into the pale yellow dress
that had been her fathers favorite. He had said it matched Robins
hair exactly.
Robin decided to pin up her, fair shoulder-length hair, leaving a
few wisps hanging softly from the sides. Her neck and shoulders felt
bare so she addec| her mothers heart-shaped gold locket, which
enhanced her naturally golden-colored skin and emphasized its
smooth contours. She rarely used eye makeup, since her sky-blue
eyes were bright, her brown lashes long and thick. After moistening
her full rosy lips with a touch of gloss and dabbing her wrists with a
whisper of cologne she was ready only moments before the buzzer
sounded.
Ill tell you all about it tomorrow, Jody, Robin said, if youre a
good girl for Mrs. Sneed tonight. She put a tiny dab of cologne on
the back of Jodys hand.
You cant go till Mrs. Sneed gets here, Jody said.
You can wait in her apartment till shes ready to come over
here. Robin held out her hand. Want to come and meet Carlos
first?
Jody shook her head. Ill wait here for Mrs. Sneed, she said
stubbornly.
Robin was losing patience. No, you wont. She picked Jody up.
Here we go, one-two-three. Ill be back in no time, see? The little
rhyme game nearly always brought a smile to her sisters face.
Make another. Just one more, she begged. Her eyes had lost
their sullen look.
Think of tomorrow, our day for fun. And hope that well have
lots of sun, Robin chanted.
Jody clapped her hands. I will, she promised. Ill think about

tomorrow when youll be with me all day. She was smiling as she
waved from Mrs. Sneeds doorway. Ill clean Pennys cage before I
go to bed. Penny was the silky, copper-colored Peruvian guinea pig
that Jody had received from their parents for Christmas.
Robin ran down the two flights of stairs to find Carlos pacing the
small drab hall. His eyes brightened when he saw her. Muy
bonita, he said softly. That means very pretty. Do you know
Spanish?
Robin shook her head. I took business electives in high school so
that I would be prepared to work my way through college. I was
planning to take Spanish next year at City College. Id like to
become an archaeologist, and Spanish would be useful if I work in
the Southwest. But now Im not sure what Ill do. Her voice trailed
off.
Your plans have changed? he asked as he helped Robin into his
small blue car.
No job, no school, she said lightly.
It is my fault, Carlos said as he steered away from the curb.
Not at all* Robin protested. I couldnt let that man just help
himself to your money. Anyway, maybe now Ill find a better job
with better hours and pay.
Perhaps I have a plan that will help you. But let us save it for a
while and just enjoy the evening. My plane leaves at nine tomorrow
morning, but tonight we have much time to become friends, is it not
so?
Robin agreed, wondering what plan he could have that would
involve her. But she was willing to leave her troubles behind and
enjoy the evening, as Carlos suggested. She had not dated since her
parents deaths. At first she had been too occupied with Jodys care
to resume her place in the social life of her school friends; after
moving to New York City she had met no one she cared to see,
especially since that would mean leaving Jody at home with Mrs.
Sneed for such a long time.
The caf Carlos had chosen served spicy Mexican food and fine
wine. They sat in a secluded candlelit corner where the music of the
mariachi filtered from the far side of the room. After a delicious
dinner of barbecued lamb, frijoles and guacamole salad followed by
hot chocolate and flan custard, Robin leaned back, smiling. Thank
you, Carlos. This was a delight.
He looked pleased. In my home, such a hearty meal is served

midway in the day. You like the food of my country? He had a way
of turning a statement into a question.
Very much. We have tacos sometimes, but this meal was an
adventure.
You would like Mexico, I think. He spoke softly, watching
Robin. The candle flame highlighted the surprising gold in his dark
eyes and burnished his glossy straight black hair. Tell me about
yourself, Robin.
It was easy to talk to Carlos. He listened attentively, questioning
here and there, commenting briefly. You would prefer a job as a
secretary, Robin?
If I could find one, yes.
Would you work in Mexico?
Robin gasped. Mexico?
I need a secretary, Robin. Astonishment and excitement brought
the quick color to Robins cheeks. Let me tell you. Carlos held up
his hand to stop her protests. I am a writer, as you know. I have
lived in New York most of the past seven years, since I graduated
from the university. I have a renewable work permit, and I have
worked at almost everything you can imagine. And I have written
stories, articles and now one novel about my country. At last I
believe that I can make a living at writing. A publisher here has
bought the novel, and when I told him about a second book that I
would like to write, he gave me a contract and a deadline. At last I
can go home with honor. I am not rich, but I will no longer need to
write part-time while I wash dishes or sell shoes in order to eat.
Robin felt the longing for home and family in Carloss words, and
she was glad that he could return with pride and self-confidence.
How could I be of help to you? she asked.
If you come soon, you will help me with research. My story is to
be about the royal Aztec family in Tenochtitin when Cortes came to
conquer the country for Spain. I will go to Mexico City for books
and to look at the old manuscripts. When the story begins to take
form, I will dictate to you, and you will type the pages for me. Ah,
what hours you wili save me! I am a very bad typist.
Mexico! The appeal of adventure was strong in * Robin.
Thats another country!
Carlos laughed. 57. A beautiful country. You will come?
I dont know, she said slowly. I need time to think.
Of course. We still have a few hours.

It was Robins turn to laugh. And / have always been called

impulsive! She leaned forward earnestly. Carlos, Im sorry, but I
dont see how I can do it. I cant ask my little sister to uproot herself
again. She is just becoming accustomed to New York. And I have
things pretty well planned. I have a sitter for Jody, so in the fall I
hope to be able to go to night school.
If you find a job.
Ill find one, she assured him with more confidence than she
really felt. The summer will be hard for Jody when Im gone long
hours and she has to stay in with Mrs. Sneed, but Ill be with her all I
possibly can. In the fall she will be in school when Im at work.
Carlos frowned. What about your own life, Robin? Will you
have no time for yourself? For fun with your friends? Perhaps for
love?
Really, you mustnt worry about me, Robin said with an attempt
at a smile. Ill be all right.
But I do, and I will. It is a strange thing, the way fate brought us
together today. I admired you and looked forward to seeing you each
noon, but until today I did not think we would come to know each
other. My mind and heart were wrapped in thoughts of going home.
But now he paused, looking into Robins blue eyes almost shyly
my mind and heart reach out to you.
Because we played cops and robbers together? Robin tried to
break the serious trend the talk was taking.
Carlos disregarded the attempt. Your sister would have a lovely
garden to play in, and the servants have a little boy who would be
her friend. My brother has horses to ride. There would be good food,
and a school. And there would be work for you.
Please, Carlos. Robin touched his hand lightly. Dont tempt
me. It sounds like heaven, and I am truly grateful for your kind offer.
But I must say no.
You could try it for the summer, he suggested wistfully.
That would mean uprooting Jody twice.
Not if you liked it well enough to stay, he coaxed. Please think
about it. Here, I will write down my address so that you can find me
in San Miguel. He scribbled an address on a bit of paper and tucked
it into her purse. Now, shall we dance to this good Mexican music?
There was a small polished floor near the band, and Robin found
Carlos to be an excellent partner. He held her closely and guided her
steps surely and gracefully.

I wish to give you something for helping me today, he said for

the second time.
I told you that I dont want anything, Robin insisted.
I know what you told me, but I cannot listen.
Getting to know you is reward enough, Carlos. The evening has
given me more pleasure than you can imagine.
He flashed a brilliant smile and touched his forehead lightly to
hers. Gracias, querida.
Carlos seemed disappointed that Robin did not ask him into the
apartment when he brought her home. Jody slept in an alcove off the
living room, and Robin did not want her sister to be awakened by the
voice of the young man she professed to dislike.
You will write to me? Carlos asked.
Ill write, Robin promised. He looked at her mouth, and she
thought he would kiss her.
Hasta la vista, then, Robin-bird, he said softly.
i will cherish this day. Heleft her in the dim hallway, and Robin
felt a sense of loss. She paused at the window on the landing. The
Volkswagen was still there. She hurried up the remaining steps so
that she would not see him drive away, out of her life.
Mrs. Sneed was snoring on the sofa. Jody had fallen asleep at the
kitchen table, her feet bare and cold and an empty Coke bottle in
front of her. Robin picked her *up and tucked her into her cot. Jody
wound her arms around her sisters neck. You did come back, she
said sleepily.
I always will, Robin said, smiling. Jody was already asleep.
Mrs. Sneed grumpily accepted her fee and shuffled off to her own
apartment. Robin crept into bed and thought of Carlos. She liked him
and wished that it would be possible to spend a little time in Mexico.
Maybe someday.
On Sunday morning she again felt the glow of pleasure that had
warmed her in Carloss company the night before. She hummed as
she dressed and fixed breakfast. Ill go down and get the paper so
we can read the funnies, she told Jody. Butter the toast while its
hot.
Outside the building, Robin pulled the Times from the vending
box, hardly noticing the old Volkswagen at the curb.
Even on Sundays she automatically glanced at her mailbox in the
hall, and she was surprised to notice a bit of white paper through the
glass. Had she overlooked something yesterday? She inserted the key

and swung open the small door. Inside was an envelope. Inside the
envelope were two keys, the car registration and a note.
Robin, if no, when you decide to come to Mexico, you will need
transportation. The car is yours. In my haste I forgot to dispose of it.
Since you will take nothing else, I leave it with you. I hope it will
bring you to Mexico. Soon.
Carlos

CHAPTER THREE
ROBIN FOLLOWED EVERY OFFICE-JOB LEAD, filling out countless
applications and talking with a score of personnel managers. She
began to expect the usual response, Perhaps later on.
On a hot June afternoon she wearily maneuvered the Volkswagen
through sluggish traffic. She was discouraged, almost ready to take
on saleswork at a mall dress shop. The pay was poor, and she would
have to work nights and weekends. But she remembered the words
of advice from her most recent interviewer.
New York is a tough city to crack, the insurance executive had
told her. Your competition has been trained in business schools and
has the advantage of experience. If you want a business career, Miss
Hamilton, I would suggest that you get further education along that
line. In a couple of years, after you gain some experience, come back
and Ill see what I can do.
Robins temper had snapped. How can I go to school without a
job to pay for it? How can I gain experience if no one is willing to
hire me?
Later, weaving through traffic, she knew that her outburst had
canceled whatever slim chance she might have had in that office. Her
bank balance was getting low.
She parked at the curb and hurried up the stairs of the apartment
building. Mrs. Sneeds door was open. Robin stepped inside,
surprised that Jody did not run to meet her as usual.
Mrs. Sneed?
Robin, Im kind of worried, the woman said. Jody was
naughty, and I had to be cross with her. You gave her a key, you
know, and she ran over to your place and locked me out. Said she
was going to be with Penny.

Robin sighed as she hurried across the hall and inserted her own
key. Jody? Where are you? She looked in the bathroom and the
closet, guessing that her sister was hiding to escape punishment.
Jody was not in the apartment. Frantically Robin ran back to Mrs.
Sneeds. She leaned out of the window and looked into the street,
calling, Jody! Jody!
Robin raced downstairs and down the block. She bumped into
pedestrians hurrying home to supper. She had warned her never to
wander off in the city, never to go with strangers. But Jody had been
raised in a tiny town where everyone knew her. She trusted everyone
and had never learned that trust was not always wise.
Retracing her steps, Robin passed Mrs. Sneed. She had hobbled
down the stairs and was asking a stranger if he had seen a little girl
in jeans and a red shirt.
At the intersection, Robin pressed her hands to her face. Think,
she commanded herself. Where would she go? Maybe the next
corner.
A block away a small figure separated itself from a tall one and
began to run toward Robin. Jody! Oh, Jody!
She gathered the little girl in her arms and kissed the small
tearstained face.
Robin, I wont do it again. I promise. Please dont cry. And
youre squashing Penny. The guinea pig whistled her protest.
Robin loosened her hold. Honey, I was so worried. What made
you run away? You know you are to stay with Mrs. Sneed until I
come home.
I broke a dish, and she spanked me. Are you going to spank me,
too?
This your folks, Jody? The deep voice belonged to a nicelooking but poorly dressed Mexican-American teenager.
Jody nodded. My sister. She turned back to Robin. Penny and
me was lost, and he found us. He knew how to find our partment.
Robin had made Jody memorize the address as soon as they moved
to New York.
Thank you so much, Robin told the boy gratefully.
I told her she ought to stay right by her own place, he said.
That neighborhood and he pointed back the way they had come
aint too good.
I cant thank you enough, Robin said, tears glistening on her
lashes. She thought about their meager supper supplies. Would you

like to have supper with us?

Naw, he said. I got to git on home an fix supper for the kids.
Ma works nights. He turned with a wave. Bye, Jody.
Robin quickly pressed a bill into Jodys hand. Run after him,
honey. Tell him wed like to treat the kids to ice cream for supper.
Hey, Pedro! Jody called, and scampered after the boy. Robin
watched. He reminded her of a young Carlos.
She had written to thank Carlos for the use of the car, promising
to return it or its value when she had saved enough for a Mexican
vacation.
His reply had come quickly with instructions on getting a tourist
card and finding his town and his home.
Jody was subdued at supper. She ate very little. Finally she
blurted, When are you going to spank me? Mrs. Sneed said you
would.
For breaking the dish? Did you do it on purpose?
Course not.
Then I think we can talk instead, dont you?
Jody sighed and climbed into Robins lap. I like you bettern
Mrs. Sneed. Cant you stay with me, Robin?
Well talk about that in a little while. First I want to know why
you ran away, Jody. Were you mad at Mrs. Sneed for spanking you?
You must remember to be patient with her if you expect her to be
patient with you, you know. She was hot and tired and cross, I
suppose. And maybe the dish was a special one. But she didnt really
hurt you, did she?
No, Jody admitted, but she shouldnt spank for accidents. I just
wanted to be by myself for a while, so I came home. Oh, Robin, she
doesnt like me! The tears began to flow. She says Im spoiled and
naughty. She never plays. She just naps and talks cross. Do I have to
stay with her? Jody was sobbing. Robin tried to soothe her, but she
went on miserably, Cant we go back to Fairville? Penny likes to
play in the grass. She needs grass to eat. We went to look for some.
Is that what you were doing today, Jody?
Uh-huh. And we never found none. Theres no grass in New
York.
Jody had forgotten the park that she loved so much. She was
desperately homesick. Robin cuddled the little girl sympathetically,
for she, too, missed the greenness, the friendliness, the smallness of
Fairville. She wondered whether a visit would help. Or would that

only make the longing for home and family worse?

Robin stroked the soft golden hair, so like her own and their
mothers. Jody was tiny, almost frail. It wasnt fair, Robin thought.
Jody had lost not only her parents and her home, but the sunshine
and out-of-doors and other children to play with. Robin had tried to
create a new life in a new place for both of them, but it hadnt
worked out. Jody was bored and lonely, and Robin was exhausted
and jobless.
Robin would have given anything to be able to turn the calender
back, past that tragic January day. She reected that Mrs. Sneed
might also wish for a time that was past. Robin could not pay her
much for caring for Jody, and the old woman might be longing for
the days of living alone. Robin thought she sincerely liked Jody, but
maybe not in large doses.
Jody, she said resolutely, we need a change. Our rent is up at
the end of the week. What do you say we pack up our things and take
a holiday?
Jody sat up, her face brightening with interest. Really? Where
are we going? Can we go to Fair-ville?
No, not Fairville. There is no work for me there. The town is too
small. But well find a town where there is grass for Penny and
children to play with and flowers to pick and a job for me and
someone nice to take care of you while Im at work.
Jody clapped her hands, her eyes shining. The guinea pig whistled
in her cage, and Jody jumped down to pick up her-pet. Penny, did
you hear? Hooray! Hooray! Were going away! Oh, Robin, I made a
poem! she exclaimed in delight.
For the first time in many months, Jody sang herself to sleep that
night. Robin sat by the open window, listening to the clatter of the
city, staring at the brick wall of the next building. The night breeze
never reached the city canyons, and Robin thought about the
summer-long heat that the tiny apartment would harbor.
Her decision, she realized, was not as impulsive as it seemed. It
had been forming ever since Carloss departure, but had become firm
with Jodys rebellion. She would drive the Volkswagen to San
Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where she would work for Carlos Lopez
for the summer. Everything she had promised Jody was there waiting
for them.
It was a daring adventure. Foolish, maybe. Expensive, certainly.
But an opportunity nevertheless. The hopeless feeling that had

gripped her recently lifted.

Robin found and opened her fathers worn road atlas. New York
to San Miguel, roughly figuring twenty-five hundred miles. Interstate
all the way to Laredo, and the roads into Mexico looked good.
The apartment rent was paid until the end of the week. That
should allow enough time to get their free Mexican tourist cards,
change their bank balance into travelers checks, get the Volkswagen
ready for the long trip and pack their belongings. And arrange for
Pennys animal health certificate. Mrs. Sneed had kindly agreed to
store any possessions that would not fit into the small car. She was
no doubt pleased to have time to herself again and was trying to be
as helpful as she could.
What if before the end of the week one of the employers with
whom Robin had registered called and invited her to come to work?
Jody would be disappointed. Perhaps they could take a short trip
anyway. A weekend away from New York. After all, she had not told
the child exactly where they were going. She could explain en route.
Robin smiled ruefully. She was counting more on the trip to Mexico
than she was on a job in the city.
The previous day she had seen Spanish for Beginners, $2.95, in a
downtown bookstore. She would buy it so that they could learn
useful words and phrases on the trip.
When Saturday morning came at last, Robin and Jody stuffed the
trunk and the back seat of the car with everything they might need
for the trip. Robin tucked a letter to Carlos into the mailbox for the
mailmans pickup. She had waited till the last minute to write it, in
case a city job materialized.
Penny whistled in her cage behind Jodys seat. Happily they
headed out of New York on the interstate, Jody hugging the yarnhaired rag doll Mrs. Sneed had made for her.
I guess shell be lonesome for me, Jody said contentedly. I
guess the mailman will, too. I always waited for him on the bottom
step every day after lunch.
They missed the letter from Carlos Lopez that the mailman
delivered that afternoon.

CHAPTER FOUR

THE TRIP was long and hot. Robin had wrapped miniature surprises
and treats for Jody to open several times each day, but as the
sweltering days passed, the child began to long for New York and
Mrs. Sneed. When will we get there, Robin? she asked for the
hundredth time.
Robin had hoped to drive five hundred miles a day, but the
Volkswagen protested. In the Appalachians the radiator developed a
leak, and in the heat of Texas the fuel pump resigned. The repairs
depleted her savings considerably.
Robin told Jody all the stories she could think of, as well as some
that she improvised. She told her, too, everything that Carlos had
told her about San Miguel de Allende. Jody had changed her mind
about Carlos. Since the gift of the VW she had decided that he was
as nice as Santa Claus and as rich and handsome as Prince
Charming.
Where will we live, Robin? Jody wanted to know. In another
partment?
Im not sure, honey. Carlos said living in Mexico was cheaper
than living in the States, so well try to find something nice.
With grass?
With grass and flowers. There are lots of flowers in Mexico.
Sometimes Jody napped on the blankets that covered the luggage
in the back seat. At such times Pennys cage rode up front. The
copper-colored guinea pig tQok the trip in stride, licking her water
bottle to keep cool and rolling in the dewy grass when they stopped
for the night.
Finally they crossed the Rio Grande and inched through customs.
Jody was disappointed in the parched desert and mountains through
which they sped, but Robin felt the excitement of her first venture
into a foreign country. She tried out the phrases she had studied on
the waiters and gas station attendants, and although there was often a
smile at her pronunciation, she was delighted to be understood.
The road into San Miguel wound over the mountains, and then,
quite suddenly, the town was spread before them. It lay in a narrow
river valley and reached up into the slopes to the east. The sun had
set, and the quick night had called out the twinkling lights that made
the valley look as though a cluster of stars had drifted down from the
moon-bright sky.
Robin drove slowly along the narrow cobbled streets that had
been made to accommodate the passing of horses and burros long

before anyone had imagined automobiles. She had studied the travel
books suggestions about places to stay and decided to try the Posada
Galacia. The streets were confusing, since they changed names every
couple of blocks, but she finally found the Spanish colonial house
and was delighted by the huge room with its fireplace, and especially
by its low cost. Jody was happy to discover that their room opened
onto the patio garden.
We finally got here, Jody said with a sigh as she curled up in
the enormous bed. I hope we never have to go that far to get
someplace again.
Robin didnt spoil her contentment by reminding her of the return
trip at summers end. It would be time for Jody to begin first grade.
Time for Robin to find another job. But she would have experience.
That should help.
Jody fell asleep at once, but Robins excitement kept her
unrelaxed for a long while. She thought of Carlos and wondered
about his family. She hoped they spoke English. No doubt they did.
Carlos had attended a university in the United States, and very
possibly his brother had, too. She knew there was a so-called
American colony in San Miguel, so perhaps many of the villagers
spoke English. She was eager for tomorrow.
Pacing around the room restlessly, she stopped before the mirror.
I look sort of tired and old, she whispered to her reflection,
touching two frown lines between her eyebrows. Skinny, too. Id
better press that yellow dress so that Carlos will recognize me.
At the thought of the next days adventure and a new job so near
at hand, the creases suddenly disappeared from her face. Her clear
blue eyes sparkled back at her like glittering sapphires. She stared
intently at her slightly uptilted nose, her small mouth and delicately
pointed chin, turning her face from side to side critically, and then
smiled as she realized how ridiculous she must look inspecting
herself in front of the mirror. At least I look better smiling. Ill have
to remember that tomorrow when I meet Carlos and his family. She
went back to bed and fell fast asleep this time.
IN THE GOLDEN SUNSHINE of the morning, Robins delicate face
took on a glow of anticipation as she made ready to find the Lopez
home, Hacienda Escondida, Hidden Place.
Seor Galacia promised to keep an eye on Jody. I wont be gone
long today, Robin promised over the early breakfast. Carlos will
understand that I need a little time to settle and to find someone to

care for you, Jody.

Okay. Me and Penny will be good. We dont want to go nowhere
today.
Following Carloss directions, Robin took a road east of town that
climbed steeply past modest houses that clung stubbornly to the
hillsides. There were flowers everywhere, tumbling over fences and
out of window boxes. Some she recognized, and more she did not. At
an altitude of over sixty-two hundred feet the air was pine flavored,
fresh and cool.
Although she watched carefully, Robin missed the small arrowshaped sign pointing the way to the hacienda. Already she was
beyond the States colony on the hillside. She peered up the steep
grade, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Lopez place, but there
seemed to be nothing ahead. She considered going back to ask
directions. Perhaps she had misunderstood the directions in Carloss
letter. However, the road was so steep and the drop-off so abrupt that
she had to go on until she found a place that was wide and safe
enough to turn the car.
A quarter of a mile farther, the road turned and dipped into a
hidden valley. Robin caught her breath and braked to a stop. There it
was. Hacienda Escondida. A broad meadow swept down from the
road toward a majestic, pure white Spanish dwelling with wroughtiron gates and balconies and a red-tiled roof.
The house was a great two-story square, and behind it were
several outbuildings of varying size. To the south a long, low
building was apparently a garage; a man was washing cars in front of
it. There were other white structures back of the house; and far to the
north, in the morning shadow of the mountain, was another house, a
smaller model of the hacienda. Its single story was painted a creamy
yellow, a contrast fo the dazzling white of the rest of the compound.
Behind the yellow house was a single tiny cabin.
A broad lane curved away from the road, and Robin followed it to
the hacienda, even more imposing at close view. She stepped from
the car and, smoothing her dress and hair, looked back the way she
had come. San Miguel was completely hidden by the rim of the high
valley. It was as though she had arrived at a small world where only
a fragment of civilization lived in a small cluster of dwellings
scattered on a hidden shelf of the mountain. The Cerro de
Moctezuma the Hill of Montezuma rose protectively behind the
compound, and when Robin looked up at the dark pine slopes the

hacienda lost some of its imposing majesty, and she felt ready to
encounter its family.
She had hoped that Carlos would come out to meet her. Surely her
letter had reached him by this time. Ruefully she glanced at her
watch. Nine oclock. Perhaps even now he was getting ready to go
into town to look for her. Perhaps he had been doing so for several
days.
Robin walked up to the wrought-iron gates and saw that beyond
lay a beautiful garden. Doors into the house were to the left and right
of the entry gate. She rang the bell, and almost at once a pretty young
woman, her blue black hair coiled neatly in braids around her head,
came to the grill. Yes? she said with a smile.
Relieved that the woman spoke English, Robin gave her name and
asked whether this was the home of the Lopez family.
It is, she was told.
Seor Lopez is expecting me, but he did not know what day I
would arrive, Robin explained. If you will just tell him that Robin
Hamilton is here
The woman pressed a catch, and the double gates swung open.
Come in, por favor, she invited, leading the way to the left into a
great high-ceilinged library, furnished elegantly with heavy handcarved tables and high-backed leather chairs. The walls were lined
with books, except for the expanse of an immense stone fireplace.
The maid indicated a chair. I will call the seor, she said in her
soft musical accents. Robin wondered whether she was the mother of
the little boy Carlos had mentioned.
A tall corner clock lazily ticked off the minutes. Was this the room
where Carlos and she would work? There was a huge square desk
near the window, its surface polished to the sheen of ice, its inkstand
and penholder carved from onyx and overlaid with gold.
Above the mantel there was a large portrait of a handsome darkbrowed man. Robin guessed that he was Carloss father. Antique
gold candlesticks stood beneath the picture, and between them was a
squat jade deity.
Robins chair was near the desk, and she noticed that the
mornings mail had been laid neatly beside a gold-framed
photograph. She leaned forward to examine the picture. The man
was the same as the one in the fireplace portrait. Beside him stood a
handsome young woman with classic features. She held the hand of a
boy who looked at her trustingly. In the background stood another

boy, aloof, separated from the rest of the family, his gaze turned
away toward some far-off dream of his own. Which is Carlos, Robin
wondered.
Her gaze drifted to the pile of letters and stopped in surprise. The
top envelope was addressed to her in Carloss broad scrawl, and the
stamped direction was Return to Sender. A letter from Carlos had
arrived in New York after she had left! With her fingertip she moved
the envelope, hoping to read the postal date.
Underneath was her own letter to Carlos, sent the day she had left
New York. Neither of them had received the others message!
Robin did not hear the footsteps on the thick woven rugs that
covered the Spanish tile. Seorita?
She whirled around, her face aflame, but with an eager smile on
her lips. Carlos!
But it was not Carlos who faced her with an angry frown. The
deep voice had a heavier roll to the r and a longer accent on the e
sound. The man was tall, like Carlos, with the same finely chiseled
features and broad shoulders. But there the resemblance stopped.
This man, whom she assumed to be the brother Carlos had
mentioned, had a stern, forbidding look and a strong, more angular
jawline. The jet-black hair and brows were thicker, and the dark eyes
had no dancing golden lights. At least, not now.
He wore a tan shirt that was opened at the collar to reveal dark
matted curls of hair. Casual brown pants tightly hugged his tall lean
frame. He was the most stunningly attractive man Robin had ever
encountered, but at the same moment as the thought crossed her
mind, his presence filled her with a disturbing feeling that she could
not put a name to. He was looking at her more angrily now.
Robin stood up and indicated the letters she had been caught
examining. IIm sorry, she stammered. I couldnt help noticing
that the top envelope was addressed to me. I was trying to see when
it had been sent. You see, Ive been on the road for more than a
week. She stopped in confusion.
I have not yet examined the morning mail, he said stiffly. I am
Ernesto Lopez Aguilar, and Conchita tells me that I expected your
visit. He remained standing and did not invite Robin to resume her
chair.
You must be Carloss brother, Robin said, extending her hand.
It is Carlos who expected me. would like to see him if he is at
home this morning.

Carlos is not at home, and we do not expect him. I am sorry if

there is a misunderstanding. He made a short, stiff bow of dismissal
over her hand without touching it.
Dismayed at the curt treatment, Robin felt angry tears gathering
behind her eyes. Seor, if there is a misunderstanding, it is because
our messages did not reach us. On your desk is Carloss letter, which
must have arrived in New York after my departure. There is also a
letter from me to Carlos, if you will look at them, you will see that I
am telling the truth.
Ernestos eyes narrowed as he allowed his dark glance to take in
every inch of her trim, well-curved figure, her inexpensive dress, her
soft blond hair, and finally her hurt and angry crystal-blue eyes. I
did not say I doubted you, he granted. It is just that I have never
heard of you.
Robin gasped. Didnt Carlos tell you that he had asked me to
work for him?
The mans skeptical smile was infuriating. In what capacity, may
I ask?
As his secretary, she snapped. I am to help him with his book.
A sardonic chuckle ended almost before it began. Ah, yes,
always the book. And you are to help, eh?
When do you expect Carlos? she demanded curtly. And I
would appreciate having the letter that is addressed to me. I hope you
will deliver mine to Carlos when he arrives home.
-Carelessly Ernesto shrugged and gave her the envelope. I do not
know when my brother will return.
Do you have a telephone number where I may reach him, then?
Again he shrugged, shaking his head. Robin didnt believe him.
Frustrated and disillusioned, she turned to the door.
A woman stood there, intently watching the tableau. Her black
hair was streaked with white, and below the high cheekbones her
skin was taut around the mouth and jutting chin. Her wide dark eyes
were long lashed, observant. Tall, stately, commanding, she carried a
basket of flowers on her armband a garden shears in one long,
slender hand. Ernesto, who is our guest? Her voice was delicately
husky.
Seorita Robin Hamilton, mother, a friend of Carlos. A pity that
he is not here to welcome her. His voice lost a little of its stern
cynicism when he addressed his mother.
Seora Lopez crossed the room quickly and extended her hand.

But we can welcome her in his place, no es verdad, my son? How

can we assist you, Seorita Hamilton? She indicated that they
should all be seated.
Robin could have wept with relief at the words of welcome. She
explained again that Carlos had asked her to help with the writing of
a book, and that their final letters to each other had been unreceived.
Seora Lopez listened attentively, studying Robin. As she told her
story, Robin also measured the Lopez matriarch. She was still firm
fleshed and agile. Her skirt and shirt were beautifully tailored; her
hands were smooth, the nails carefully manicured. Her eyes were
deep black pools that revealed nothing.
Bien, she commented when Robin had finished. Well, then,
you shall wait for Carlos to return. Perhaps a few days only. She
pulled a heavy cord beside the window, and the maid appeared at
once. Please make ready the south room for our guest, Conchita,
she instructed.
Please dont go to that trouble, Robin protested. I have a room
in town. But she wondered how long she could afford it if Carlos
did not return soon so that she could begin to work.
Seora Lopez rose with graceful dignity. We cannot allow our
hospitality to be denied, can we, Ernesto? Say no more, Seorita
Hamilton. We shall expect you for supper at nine this evening. We
will talk further at that time about Carloss plans. And yours, of
course.
Ernesto had remained .silent, his expression unreadable. Robin
didnt know what to say. She had no wish to antagonize Carloss
family, and she might do that if she refused the sftoras invitation.
The house was large. She hoped that she and Jody could remain
unobtrusive and that Carlos would return quickly. Why had Ernesto
said he didnt know when his brother would return, while the seora
estimated a few days? Perhaps they really had no idea how long he
planned to be gone, but it was obvious that Ernesto wished her
elsewhere.
Well, she said hesitantly, thinking of the pesos she would save,
I dont wish to intrude.
The seora touched Robins arm and gently drew her toward the
entry. Bring your things so that you will be well settled before
dinner, she said in her quietly precise English. Conchita will help
you unpack. Hasta luego, until we see you tonight, Seorita
Hamilton.

Robin, please.
Robin. A pretty name. Until the cool of the evening, then,
Robin.
Not until she was behind the wheel of the VW did Robin
remember the envelope in her hand. She was tempted to read the
letter before driving away. Looking back toward the majestic house,
she saw that a curtain at an upper corner window was drawn back.
Framed in the long window, a woman in a red robe, her mass of
black hair tumbled around her shoulders, stood watching. She was
young and beautiful she was neither the seora nor Conchita.
Self-conscious under the scrutiny, Robin decided to save Carloss
letter until she reached the privacy of the posada.
As she started the car, she heard the thud of quick hoofbeats. A
small boy on a pony reined even with her open window. Hola!
the boy said with a wide grin. Habla usted espaol?
Un poco, she admitted, dredging up the words for a little.
Okay. I talk English, he said. What you do here, eh?
I was looking for Seor Lopez. Carlos Lopez, she told him.
S, Carlos. Mi amigo friend. His grin was wider than ever. So
long! He clattered away in the direction of the garage where the
newly polished cars gleamed in the morning sunshine.
The boys good spirits restored Robins own. Surely when Carlos
returned, her misgivings about her Mexican adventure would melt
away.
She found Jody curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Good, Robin
thought, for if we dont eat until nine tonight, a rest now will put
Jody in a receptive mood for a visit to the hacienda. She wondered
how her sister would feel about another move.
Quietly Robin stepped out into the patio and settled on a rustic
bench under a tree of purple Jacaranda blossoms. She was alone. The
spatter of the little fountain and the varied calls of the mockingbirds
delighted her, and she smiled in anticipation as she tore open the
envelope with Carloss letter. She smoothed it and read:
Querida avita: For years I have thought only of coming home to
work. However, the tranquillity that I expected to find is elusive. I
must leave in order to sort out my thoughts and plans. When I have
decided what to do, I will write again.
Carlos

CHAPTER FIVE
ROBIN WAS SHOCKED AND HURT. She had come to San Miguel for
nothing. With little money left, what could she do? She thought of
the American colony below the hacienda. Perhaps she could get
work as a maid; but could she earn enough to pay for the return to
the States?
She forced down a feeling of panic. Carlos must have had a good
reason for leaving the beautiful estate that was his home, she
reflected. She thought of the stern-faced brother. Had they quarreled?
Carlos had been away from San Miguel for many years. Was it
because there was bad feeling between the two? Was the seora
telling the truth when she said that Carlos was expected in a few
days?
Robin reread the letter. When I have decided what to do did not
sound as though he intended to return soon. Perhaps not at all.
Robin considered the seoras invitation. If she is right, I should
wait, she said aloud. After coming all this way, I would be foolish
to leave without giving the job I was supposed to have a chance to
work out.
She sighed and trailed her fingers in the cool fountain. I cant lug
Jody another twenty-five hundred miles right away. A new thought
occurred to her. Maybe she could find work in the States, but not as
far away as New York. San Antonio? Austin? If she kept Carloss car
awhile longer, she could get at least that far.
Robin began to feel better. She was not entirely without
alternatives. By the time she awakened Jody for the midday meal,
the hopeless feeling was gone and her faith in Carlos was restored.
To do him justice, she had to admit that she should have written to
him even when the idea of going to Mexico had first crystallized.
Were going to have supper at the beautiful hacienda, she told
Jody. Its almost like a palace. And I am going to talk frankly with
Seora Lopez, she added to herself.
Seora Galacias other guests were friendly and informative over
the thick and delicious soup, served with tortillas and spiced
chocolate drinks. They suggested places of interest that the little
seoritas must see after the siesta.
Whats a siesta? Jody whispered.
A nap, Robin whispered back.

But Im all done napping, Jody said aloud. I got it all done this
morning.
The others laughed, and Jody blushed and hung her head. The
gentleman from Mexico City touched her golden hair. Never have I
seen a more beautiful young lady, he said, restoring Jodys dimpled
smile.
Robin was not ready for a siesta, either. She decided to take Jody
for a walk. They could explore the town, and Robin would take the
opportunity to tell her sister that they had been asked to stay at the
hacienda to wait for the return of Carlos.
It was only a short block to the plaza, called the jardn. Some of
the shops around the jardn were closed for siesta time, but Jody
found one where she could spend a few pesos on a tiny Mexican
doll.
Suddenly the clamor of church bells announced the hour.
Jody covered her ears, for she and Robin stood right beside the
great pink parroquia, the cathedral with its cluster of spires and
towers. There were many churches in San Miguel de Allende, and
their bells were constantly clanging out the time.
Robin told Jody that the village was more than four hundred years
old, and that when the people of Mexico decided that they wanted to
be free, they planned and began the revolution almost where Jody
was standing.The leaders met in the house right next door to the
parroquia.
Robin and Jody wandered around the steep, narrow cobbled
streets, past stately mansions of the families of colonial aristocrats
and past tiny peasant dwellings. Sometimes the door in an unpainted,
weathered wall was left open to reveal a lovely sunlit patio with
hanging baskets of bright flowers, and with tiled paths winding near
a quiet pool.
Lets find the Instituto Allende, Robin said, where Seora
Galacia told us there are arts-and-crafts classes.
I wish we had a burro, Jody remarked, eyeing one tied at the
edge of the street.
Tired already honey?
Nope. I just think it would be neat to have something to ride.
I met a boy at the hacienda this morning who was riding a pony.
I think he is the maids son. Carlos said he would be your playmate.
Jodys face brightened. Maybe he would let me ride hispony if I
let him play with Penny.

Robin slyly made use of the moment to prepare Jody for a

possible move. Seora Lopez said that Carlos might return to San
Miguel in a few days. She invited us to stay at the hacienda until he
comes. What do you think of that, Jody?
Jody wrinkled her nose. Me and Penny just got settled. The
posada is nice.
Robin nodded. Yes, it is. The hacienda is nice, too, though, and
the young boy is very friendly.
Does he talk English?
Yes. And the pony is a little beauty.
Well, I guess it might be nice to have someone to play with,
Jody decided.
Shall we try it, honey, just for tonight? If we prefer the posada,
we can go back there.
Okay, Jody agreed.
They entered the gates of the Instituto Allende and wandered
through gardens with muraled walls, past classrooms in which
weavers, sculptors, painters and tinsmiths were at work. There were
shops where hand-crafted leather, silver, gold, ceramics and wood
products were sold.
Look, Jody exclaimed, kids! She pointed to a room in which
a dozen children were seated at a low table, busily drawing on sheets
of art paper. She looked up at Robin, her eyes bright with inquiry. I
like to make pictures, too.
Well find out about the school tonight, Robin promised.
Lets get ready to go to the palace, Jody suggested.
At the posada, siesta time was over. There was the clatter of pots
and pans in the kitchen, and someone strummed a guitar on the patio.
Jody packed her small case with pajamas, toothbrush and clean
shorts and shirt. Then she fed and watered Penny. Illshow that boy
my guinea pig when he shows me his pony, she planned.
Okay, but not tonight, Robin said.
Jody stiffened. I got to take Penny. Shed be lonely without me at
night.
Now, Jody, youve left her lots of time during the day. She wont
miss you at night when she*s fast asleep.
Jody pouted. Yes, she will. She cant sleep at all if Im not
there.
Sure she can. And well be back first thing in the morning.
The stubborn look was still on Jodys face. Then lets not go.

Robin tried to hide her exasperation. I already said Seeing

tears on her sisters lashes, she switched to gentle persuasion. Lets
try it this once. I promise you that Penny will be fine v We cant take
an animal with us when we are invited guests.
Dont those people like animals?
Thats what we have to find out.
Can we come back here if they dont?
Sure, Robin agreed.
Jody turned away to whisper to her pet. Robin finished packing
and then went to the kitchen to explain to Seora Galacia that they
would be away overnight. When she returned, she found that Jody
had already taken her suitcase out to the car. She picked up her own
case and followed.
She gave Jody a quick inspection. Her face and hands were clean,
her long hair neatly combed and held in place with her favorite
barrette. She had on her best blue-and-white dress and, Robin
thought, looked rather angelic. She smiled at Jody, knowing that
when her sister felt like it, she could be anything but angelic.
At La Escondida, the shortened name neatly set into the entry
grillwork, the man Robin had observed washing cars in the morning
hurried to meet them. I will park the car, seorita, he offered,
holding the door open for her, and I will carry in the bags.
As Robin and Jody stepped out, the small boy scampered out to
meet them. Hola, amiga! he said to Jody. You will be my friend,
no? He rolled his r, and will came out as weel.
Jody grinned. Sure. Wheres your pony?
El Caf? He is in the stables. Come, I show you.
Do not ride tonight, my son, the Mexican called. To Robin he
added, Pablito would ride all day long. I am Roberto. I will put your
car in the garage now.
Robin turned toward the house and found Seora Lopez standing
at the entry. Robin advanced with a smile and was disconcerted to
find the seora pale and withdrawn, her eyes opaque. Seorita
Hamilton, the older woman murmured stiffly.
Please call me Robin, seora, she reminded her hostess. Have
I come too early? Distantly the bells of San Miguel pealed their
evening songs.
Indeed not. We have been expecting you. I will show you to your
rooms. She led the way through the patio to an outside entrance.
There is a small adjoining room for the child. I have sent Conchita

to make it ready.
Robin drew in her breath. That was it Jody. In her morning visit
to the hacienda, she had not thought to mention Jody. Quickly she
tried to think of a way to mend the awkwardsituation.
Down the narrow second-story hallway, doors opened into a
series of rooms. Opposite each door there was an exit onto a balcony
that overlooked the central patio. The seora took Robin into a large
sunny room furnished with heavy hand-carved colonial pieces, no
doubt historical and worth a small fortune. Her bags were already in
the room.
Beautiful, Robin murmured. She turned earnestly to her hostess.
Im sorry I didnt mention Jody this morning. I just didnt think.
Her tentative smile was not returned.
Spots of color returned to the seoras face. She raised the dark
wings of her brows slightly. It is all right.
I guess that I had other things on my mind. The job and Carlos. I
am sorry. Her apology trailed away. The seoras expression
remained unchanged. The letter from Carlos, seora; I would like
you to read it. She withdrew it from her purse.
It is a personal message to you, seorita.
Please. Robin held out the note.
Reluctantly the seora took it. When she looked up, a slight smile
played around her lips. You do not believe that he will come home
soon, is it not so?
Dont you think he could be making other plans? Robin
countered. If he is, then Jody and I must not impose on your
hospitality. I should think of returning to my own country.
The seora seated herself in a high-backed chair and leaned
forward confidently. I am sure that Carlos will return soon. Already
he has been gone almost two weeks. He will not stay much longer.
There are things here at La Escondida that he wants, that he came
home after many years to get. He will comeback.
But when? asked Robin with a frown.
The seora quietly eyed Robins carefully polished sandals, her
simple inexpensive dress. She seemed to consider carefully what she
wanted to say. Forgive me, seorita, but it occurs to me that your
haste may be occasioned by your wish to be employed soon. Robin
blushed as the seora continued. If you will remain as our guest,
you will be ready to work with Carlos on the very day he returns.
Both you and he will find this arrangement most convenient, I am

sure.
Robin still hesitated. It is a great imposition.
The seora held up a slim graceful hand. The pleasure will be
ours. A few days, and then Carlos will be here.
Robin wondered how the seora could be sure. She sensed that
there must have been a serious family quarrel. All right, Robin
agreed. I left some things at the posada, but I can go after them in
the morning.
Roberto will go.
No, Id rather go myself, Robin said firmly. She had promised
Jody that they would return for Penny. She doubted that they could
bring the little guinea pig into this magnificent home, but perhaps the
pet could stay with the boy, Pablito. Mentally Robin was crossing
her fingers that her sister would enjoy her new friendship with
Pablito and the luxurious beauty of the hacienda so much that she
would be happy to stay. Tomorrow was time enough to make
decisions about Penny.
Do not worry, the seora advised. Carlos will come soon, and
I think this time he will stay if you are here. Her eyes were glowing
softly now. You will indeed be a great help to him. And to us. She
rose and went to the door, turning for a final word. I am glad that
you have come. We will cooperate, Robin.
She left the door open. Robin listened to her high heels tapping
down the hall, uncertain of her feelings for the seora. How would
she be expecting Robin to cooperate? What was there about the
woman that she did not understand? Was it unfriendliness?
Animosity? Or simply a wish to dominate, to arrajige things in her
own way? In spite of the seoras careful use of Robins first name
as they parted, there was a coolness about Seora Lopezs manner
that she could not accept as entirely imaginary. She felt that it would
be a mistake to underestimate her hostess.
Robin unpacked her vanity case and took her things into the
bathroom. The door on the far side opened into what she assumed to
be Jodys room. She pushed the door open and found Conchita
making up a narrow bed.
What a pretty room, Robin said, admiring the miniature table
and chairs, the schoolroom desk and the low toy chest. Jody will
love it.
Gracias, seorita. Once it was the playroom. No one has used it
since the boys have grown.

My name is Robin. Are you Pablitos mother? Conchita nodded.

Carlos told me about you. Robin hoped to put Conchita at ease.
Don Carlos is a good man, seorita, the maid murmured.
Please call me Robin.
Conchita shook her head. Doa Josefa would not like that. Nor
Don Ernesto.
With a little shock Robin realized that she was in a world where
customs did not readily change. She hoped that social differences
would not keep Jody and Pablito from a childs carefree
comradeship.
I am to say that cocktails will be served at eight-thirty, Conchita
said as she finished smoothing the bright spread.
Robin thanked her and returned to her room. She hoped that Jody
would return soon so she could be sure the child was neat for dinner.
She turned to the long mirror on the bathroom door. The yellow dress
no longer looked fresh, and she was sorry that she had worn it all
day. She would have to wear the white cotton, which did not lend
much color to her face, but she brushed her long fair hair hard until it
shone, hoping to restore some life to her naturally pretty features.
The months of sorrow and of struggling to make a living for
herself and her sister, the recent weeks of discouraging job hunting,
had etched tired lines around her mouth and eyes. I look older than
nineteen, she said to her image, much older. She touched the
hollows under her cheekbones and eyed with displeasure her too thin
arms and legs. Suddenly she stood pigeon-toed and angled her arms
out awkwardly, tilting her head and crossing her eyes. Scarecrow,
she accused.
A slight sound at the door made her whirl around. Ernesto Lopez
stood there, the corners of his mouth pulled down as though to forbid
mocking laughter.
You might have knocked, Robin snapped, feeling warmth creep
over her face and neck.
Sorry. She didnt believe him. The door was open.
Well? Robin knew she was being rude. After all, this was
Ernestos home. Nevertheless, she resented the intrusion.
If you will come to the patio, we will talk.
She could hardly refuse. As she passed him, she noted the
boldness of his darkly staring eyes. She felt increasingly annoyed
and insecure.
Robin had scarcely glimpsed the patio earlier; it was a lovelier

garden than she had ever seen. Ferns and crimson geraniums hung
from the balconies in mossy baskets. Beside the doors into the house
were trimmed shrubs, and hundreds of multicolored blossoms
bordered the tiled walks. Comfortable rattan lounge chairs were
placed in the shade of palm trees, and the central fountain was
surrounded with low-growing ivy. A mass of orange trumpet-vine
blossoms crept up the wall and over an arched entrance that cut
through the wall below Robins room. Its beautiful, she murmured
for the second time that day.
Please sit down, Ernesto invited, breaking into her reverie. He
cleared his throat. Doa Josefa tells me that there is a child.
Im sorry that I didnt mention Jody this morning, Robin said
ruefully. I guess I wasnt thinking clearly. I told your mother that
we surely do not wish to impose.
You will not impose, Ernesto assured her flatly. However,
there are things to be made clear at once.
Robin waited, puzzled. Again Ernesto cleared his throat. You
must understand that Carlos has no claim upon the Lopez estate nor
on the jade legacy. In spite of what he may have told you, whatever
share he receives of our fathers fortune will come only because I so
stipulate if I choose to do so at all.
Robin stared at him coldly. What has that to do with me?
You expect something, is it not so?
I expect only a position as Carloss secretary, Seor Lopez. You
are mistaken if you think that Carlos and I why, I hardly know
him.
Ernesto made a harsh sound in his throat. He lighted an aromatic
cigarette with hands that trembled slightly, inhaled deeply, then eyed
her through a haze of smoke.
Robin began to seethe with anger, for his sensuous, insinuating
stare seemed to undress her. What right had this man to treat her so
shabbily?
Are you now denying yourassociation with my brother in New
York?
He was a customer in the restaurant where I worked. We were
just friends. Why did she feel so defensive? Why not collect Jody
and return to the posada, leaving this ill-mannered creature with his
suspicions?
A customer? Ah! Of course.
Seor Lopez, I do not care for your innuendo, Robin said,

struggling to keep her voice smooth. I came here because I need

work, and Carlos said that he needed a secretary.
Carlos has neither the need for a secretary nor the funds to pay
her wages, he interrupted. Seorita, you claim that you know my
brother only slightly, a foolish asssertion under the circumstances.
You may as well tell me at once what you hope to gain by coming to
La Escondida.
I told you
I know what you said. I am not deaf. He sounded as angry as
Robin felt. The truth, por favor. It is support for the child, is it not?
What! Robin stood up, her eyes wide.
The child that you forgot to mention until you had been invited
to stay as a guest at La Escondida. I understand now why my brother
tried to claim half the estate. Ernesto rose, his eyes narrow. Tell
me, will you and Carlos marry and provide the Lopez name for the
pretty little bastard?
Robins control crumbled. With all her strength she slapped
Ernesto. You insufferable snob! she hissed. Angry tears coursed
down her hot cheeks. Jody is my sister! I dont care whether you
believe me or not, because I dont ever want to see you or your
precious estate again! She fled up the patio stairway, not caring that
Ernestos hand covered a crimson mark across his jaw.
Neither of them had noticed Jody and Pablito standing wide-eyed
beside the concealing trumpet vine.

CHAPTER SIX
ROBIN FLUNG HERSELF INTO HER ROOM and closed the door. She
paced back and forth, struggling to calm herself. Finally she paused
in front of the mirror and stared at her tear-streaked angry face. With
shaking hands she touched the lines she had noticed earlier around
her mouth and eyes. I do look old enough to be Jodys mother. But
how could they think? She turned away from her reflection.
Robin collected her toilet articles and put them in the suitcase.
She picked up the things she had hung in the closet and tossed them
in without folding them.
The door opened, and Jody tiptoed in. Robin, you socked that
man! Jodys voice was awed. Then she noticed her sisters clothes

tumbled into the suitcase. Arent we staying? Awe changed to

disappointment.
No.
The little girl climbed onto the high, soft bed and bounced a few
times. I thought we were going to stay if we like it.
I dont like it.
Ido.
Too bad. Robin regretted her sharpness immediately. It was
wicked to take her spite out on her sister. She sat down beside Jody.
That man deserved the slap, honey.
Is he mean? Jody reached up to touch Robins wet cheek. He
made you cry.
Robin nodded and put her arms around Jody. But Im all right
now. Well go back to the posada.
Can Pablito come there to play with me?
When his daddy brings my car around, Ill ask if he can bring
Pablito into town sometimes.
Jody jumped off the bed. I better find Pablito, she said
hurriedly. I got to tell him something.
Shut the door, Jody. But Jody was already halfway down the
patio steps.
Robin lay back, weary and disillusioned. No wonder Carlos had
fled this household. Maybe suspicion and dislike had been directed
at him, as it had been at her. The pity was that Robin had not known
about his flight in time to prevent her long fruitless journey.
She put her arm over her eyes to stop the involuntary tears. I
might have found a job by this time in New York, she muttered
bitterly. Ernesto! She spat the word out disgustedly. How could
he jump to such awful conclusions?
It was a terrible mistake, and I wish to apologize, my dear, the
seora said softly from the doorway.
Robin jerked upright, remembering Jodys failure to close the
doof. Seora Lopez, I wish to leave as soon as my sister comes in.
I do not blame you. But first you must hear me, Robin.
Uninvited, she seated herself. I hope you will try to understand after
you have listened.
Robin waited. However rudely the Lopez family treated her, she
could not be ill-mannered in return.
Carlos has been gone seven years, the seora began. It would
not be unthinkable that he had found someone to care for in that

time.
I hardly know Carlos. We had one dinner together, just before he
came home a few weeks ago.
Please, Robin. The seora passed her hand across her brow, a
characteristic gesture when she was choosing her words carefully.
There is bad feeling between the* brothers. Carlos has never
accepted the fact that the Lopez heritage must go entirely to Ernesto.
It has been the custom for four hundred years, and my husband
wished it to continue. On his deathbed he said so. We all heard him.
And, of course, there is the will.
If Carlos heard his fathers deathbed wish
He was away at college. He was not here when his father died.
He insists that Don Fernando wrote a will that divided the estate
equally. If there was such a will, we have never found it.
Robin could understand Carloss bitterness more readily than his
familys suspicions. So you assumed that Carlos conspired with me
to defraud you, seora?
It would hardly be fraud if you and Carlos had a child, and you
felt that Lopez money should support and educate her. The little girl
is beautiful. Her gaze wandered away. Once long ago I had a
daughter.
Robin said softly, I am truly sorry that I did not speak of my
sister this morning, seora. That much is my fault. Our parents were
killed in a car accident early in January, and I have tried to take good
care of Jody since then. We have no close relatives, and when I lost
my job in New York, Carlos very kindly offered to employ me if I
would come here. If I had come right away, or if I had explained
about Jody this morning, there would not have been such a terrible
misunderstanding.
The seoras eyes were sad. The blame is entirely ours for such a
hasty and incorrect judgment. I cannot tell you how sorry we are.
We? Robin said impulsively.
Of course. Ernesto will speak to you himself, if you will allow
him. May I take you to him?
Robin couldnt help coveting a humble apology from the haughty
Ernesto, and yet the insult that he had given was so keen and painful
that she dreaded facing him. I think it best that Jody and I leave at
once, she said. Even as she spoke, she thought of her gentle father
who had insisted that forgiveness was at the very heart of goodness.
Well, Im not very good, she thought, and at the moment I dont

especially want to be.

Im sorry, the seora said again. I had hoped that we might
become friends, and that you might even help Carlos become
reconciled with us. Sighing, she added, I will send someone to
help you with your things. Then she left.
Robin went to the balconied window to see if Jody was in view.
The two children were bent over a treasure or a game in the long
grass beyond the driveway. Robin watched them for a while, and
then she let her gaze sweep over the grounds. The setting sun was
turning the mountains to purple, and the white buildings took on a
golden tint that made them appear less prim and proper. She was
about to call Jody when she heard the man come for the bags.
Thanks, Roberto, she said. Ill have them closed in a minute.
But first I must apologize. It was the gruff voice of Ernesto.
Robin turned in surprise, then slowly swung back to the balcony.
You still have not learned to knock, she reminded him icily.
You have not learned to close the door when you wish privacy,
he countered.
I dont wish privacy. I wish only to leave your house, seor.
Will you not accept my apology? he asked. I admit to being
hasty and unjust.
She faced him then, curious. Does it really matter whether I door
not?
A corner of Ernestos mouth twitched briefly. Robin could not tell
whether he smiled or sneered. In spite of his apologetic words, his
demeanor was still uncompromisingly proud. He did not answer her
question at once. You are an unusual woman. If everything you say
is true
If! Returning anger made Robins cheeks flame, but Ernesto
ignored the interruption.
then you have come hundreds of miles into a land foreign to
you, he continued, and of which you know very little, to work for a
man you scarcely know. And when you feel wronged, you fight. You
have courage, seorita. The twitch appeared again, introducing a
smile of chagrin. No woman has ever struck me until today.
No one has ever spoken to me as you did today, she retorted.
I have apologized, he said, and yes, it does matter to me
whether you accept or not.
All right, I accept, Robin said, studying the toe of her shoe.
If I sounded as insincere in offering an apology as you do in

accepting it, I should be slapped a second time.

Glancing up, Robin suspected that his grave look hid secret
amusement. I honestly dont know whether to detest you or pity
you, she said impulsively.
Pity me! Ernesto registered shocked disbelief. Why on earth
should you pity me?
Because I dont think you know how to get along with other
people, and that must make you a very lonely person.
Ernesto was silent for several seconds. Perhaps he was offended,
but Robin didnt care. At last he said, It may be that you have many
mistaken thoughts about me, seorita, just as I had about you. Why
not stay so that we can understand each other a little?
What? After all that we have said to each other today? Robin
demanded incredulously.
You accepted my apology. Now I will accept yours.
Robin couldnt stop a startled laugh. Im not sorry for anything!
Not for striking me? Ernesto asked, frowning.
You deserved it.
Madre de Dios, he said under his breath. How old are you?
Nineteen.
Is that the truth? Si, of course it is. Suddenly he laughed aloud.
Of course you are not that childs mother. Unless at twelve or
thirteen. He laughed again.
Robin stamped her foot. Are you still looking for proof, Seor
Lopez?
He sobered at once. Forgive me again. Ah, must I forever make
apologies to you, Robin Hamilton? I was laughing at my own
foolishness. Now will you please unpack the bags and come down to
supper?
Exasperated, Robin sat down. I dont suppose that Roberto has
been told to drive my car around or to come for my suitcases.
He awaits my instructions, Ernesto admitted. He stepped closer
and looked down at Robin. And I await yours, seorita.
The fading light gentled the outline of his face. Robin could not
retrieve the extreme anger and hurt that she had felt only an hour
earlier. She glanced at her watch. Arent you missing your cocktail
hour? she asked.
He reached out and touched her chin, tipping up her face to study
it. Will you come with me, Robin?
His touch sent a little shock,through her. She drew away self-

consciously. I will call my sister. She is probably hungry. Well be

down in time for supper.
Jody sidled in from the hallway, her hands clasped behind her
back. I been sitting on the stairs, waiting to come in, she said. I
am hungry, too. Is that our bathroom? Ill go wash my hands. She
scurried away as Ernesto chuckled.
She takes care of herself as ably as you do. Why not come down
with me while she gets ready for supper? You can come back for her
in a short time.
Robin refused to capitulate completely. Well be down at nine,
she said firmly.
Again that exasperating amusement showed in his eyes as he bade
her adis until nine. Robin quickly got her makeup kit from the
suitcase and called to Jody to hurry. When youre through, let me
see your hands and face.
Jody mumbled something Robin could not understand. Then,
Whose room is on the other side of the bathroom, Robin?
Yours.
Honest? I get a room all to myself? Jody asked gleefully.
Robin heard her open the far door. If youre through in the
bathroom, Im coming in. She washed her face and applied fresh
lipstick. Smoothing the simply cut white dress in front of the long
mirror, she thought critically that she did look at least twenty-five.
When I find a job, Ill get a bright, swirly Mexican dress that will
make me look young and ready for dancing, she promised herself.
She fluffed out her hair so that it fell in pale golden waves around
her oval face. Jody, whats taking you so long?
Im ready.
Robin inspected her sister hurriedly; except for a splotch of dirt at
the hem of her dress, she looked neat. Robin scrubbed away at the
spot. The wets gonna look worse than the dirt, Jody complained.
Maybe youre right. Anyway, who cares? Robin reasoned.
Were going back to the posada.
Tonight?
Right after dinner. Whats the matter? You said you liked the
posada.
Well, I like it here better. Its more fun. Pablitos my friend. I
thought you made up with that man.
Eavesdropper, Robin accused.
Whats an easedropper? And, Robin, whats a bastard?

What? Where did you hear that word? From Pablito?

No. I heard the man ask you if you were going to marry Carlos
and call the pretty little bastard Lopez. Am I the pretty little bastard?
What does it mean?
Robin sighed. Ill explain it to you on the way home, honey. W
really should go downstairs now.
Ernesto was waiting for them in the patio. Beside him stood the
tall slender girl that Robin had glimpsed in the upper window that
morning. Her long jet-black hair was now pulled tightly back into a
smooth oval chignon. Her low-cut black gown revealed a daring
expanse of creamy skin. Diamonds sparkled at her earlobes, throat
and wrists, duplicating the gleam in the depth of her dark eyes. My
fiancee, Seorita Ynez Consuela Gonzalez y Gaspar, Ernesto
announced.
The proud arrogance was again in Ernestos every tone and
gesture. How do you do, Seorita Gaspar, Robin murmured,
momentarily forgetting the order of Spanish names.
Gonzalez, the beauty corrected her haughtily. She raised her left
hand to her necklace, and Robin saw that her third finger was halfcovered with an immense square-cut diamond ring.
Seora Lopez stepped forward. We are happy that you have
consented to dine with us, Robin, she said, and you, Jody. She,
too, wore a long gown of sheer silk in a delicately flowered pattern.
She indicated an older woman who stood just behind Ynez Gonzalez.
Let me present the seoritas companion, Seora Gutierrez, and in a
moment ah, here she is. My dear friend, Mrs. Helen Scott.
The white-haired American woman approached with a warm
smile, her hands outstretched. Josefa has told me about you, Robin,
and I am delighted to meet you. To the seora she added, I hope
Im not late. I had to stop to chat with Conchita and Pablito for a
moment. She stooped close to Jody. Pablito told me about Penny. I
hope to meet her very soon.
Jody grinned and said, Okay.
Robin regretted being the only woman without a beautiful dinner
gown and expensive jewelry. As they went into the dining room, she
couldnt help but feel dowdy. And poor.
A tall portly gentleman slipped in through the kitchen and took
the chair between Jody and Seora Lopez. My husband, Bill, Mrs.
Scott said across the table to Robin. He always oozes in through the
kitchen so that he can tease an advance sample from Luz and

Conchita.
Mr. Scott winked at Jody. How else can I tell whether I should
stay for the meal?
The roast cabrito, the mellow wine, the delicate little pink cakes
were delicious. Robin lost her self-consciousness as pleasant talk
ricocheted around the table. Ernesto divided his attention
meticulously between Ynez on his right and Robin on his left. Robin
was fascinated by his svelte, glittering fiancee, whose full scarlet lips
spoke and smiled mainly for Ernesto. Seora Gutierrez was quietly
content to concentrate upon her meal.
Robin especially enjoyed the warm friendliness of the Scotts and
wondered briefly whether they had been invited especially to put her
at her ease. When they all went into the library for coffee, Bill Scott
settled into a corner rocker and took Jody in his lap to hear a story. It
wasnt long before her head drooped sleepily against his shoulder.
Seora Lopez motioned toward Jody as she spoke quietly to
Robin. The little one has had a long day, Robin. May I suggest
again that you spend the night? Robin began to shake her head, but
the seora went on, It is already almost eleven oclock, and her bed
is ready. You could tuck her in and come back to us for a little while.
If you are afraid she might waken and be frightened, Conchita can sit
with her.
That would not be necessary, but you are very kind. Robin
meant it. In spite of everything, she was beginning to like the
seora.
I hope you will come to see us on Calle Real, Mrs. Scott
invited. Have you thought of letting Jody attend the childrens
classes at the Instituto Allende during the mornings? teach there,
and we would love to have her.
Im not sure how long we will be in San Miguel, Robin
demurred.
Placing his empty cup on a carved mahogany chest that served as
a coffee table, Ernesto turned to Ynez. Querida, if you will excuse
me, there is a matter of business that I must take up with Seorita
Hamilton. His eyes flicked over Robin.
Ynez looked annoyed but decided to be gracious. Of course, my
darling. Return to me soon.
Ernesto rose. Shall we go into the study, then?
Surprised, Robin excused herself and followed him. He led her to
the two deep leather chairs before the fireplace. What matter of

business? she asked curiously.

Ernesto switched on a lamp between them and sighed. You
North Americans are too direct. You do not know how to preface a
serious discussion: you do not make an art of conversation.
I am sure you did not call me aside to criticize our national
shortcomings, Robin snapped.
The twitch at the corner of Ernestos mouth was again noticeable.
Once more I have said the wrong words, no? You think it is I who
fail in the art of conversation.
Robin said nothing, and the line deepened beside Ernestos
mouth. Very well, then. He rested his arms on the chair and get
her. You had hoped to and he is absent. You will then.

CHAPTER SEVEN
ROBIN GASPED. What did you say?
As you know, I am in the export business. I am also an
archaeological consultant for work done by the University of
Mexico. I need an assistant to help me classify and catalog artifacts,
someone reliable whom I can trust to treat even the smallest ancient
fragment with extreme care.
Speechless, Robin put her hand to her throat.
The job does not appeal to you? Ernesto, too, turned statements
into questions.
Oh, but it does! I had planned to study archaeology.
Ah, what a piece of luck, then. He leaned forward with renewed
interest. Then his eyes narrowed. But perhaps you do not wish to
work for me?
Robins smile was roguish. For a chance like that, I think I could
manage.
His dark eyes reflected the lampshine. Then you accept, Robin?
Wait a minute. Carlos is expected home in a few days, and I will
be working for him.
Did you promise? Ernesto demanded.
The understanding had been that if she came to San Miguel, she
Vuld help Carlos with his book.
Robin regarded that as a promise. Yes, I did. She studied
Ernesto closely when she asked, You do not believe that Carlos is

coming back, do you?

He shrugged. I do not know. If I were he, I would not. Why not
work for me until he arrives? When or if he does, perhaps we
could share your work. Surely Carlos would not be so cruel as to
dictate all day long, and I myself will be satisfied if you will assist
me in the mornings. If he does not like the arrangement, I will be the
one to look for a new assistant.
Seor Lopez
Ernesto, por favor.
Ernesto, why are you doing this?
What? Offering you a job when I need someone to work for me?
That is a foolish question, is it not?
You know nothing about me. You dont know whether I am
careless or unreliable or dishonest. Such relics must be worth several
fortunes. Arent you afraid that I might steal a bagful and flee the
country?
You would not get a hundred miles, he said with a chuckle. It
is a crime to take such things out of the country. And our jails are
notorious. No, I do not think you would steal from me.
It was difficult for Robin to comprehend the about-face that
Ernesto had made in his evaluation of her. Frowning, she wondered
whether he was planning to make use of her in some way that she did
not understand. We have exchanged harsh words, she reminded
him.
Ernesto touched his jaw, remembering more than harsh words.
That is true. Perhaps they can never be forgotten. But sentiment
should not enter into a business arrangement. I will warn you that I
am an exacting and often irascible employer, no doubt the reason
why I am frequently looking for a new assistant. But you already
know something of my nature. Perhaps you are not flexible enough
to cope.
The challenge had been offered. The next move was Robins. I
would like a little time to think, she said.
He rose and bowed slightly. Of course. If you decide to work
with me, I shall expect you in this room at seven tomorrow morning.
Conchita lays out a buffet breakfast at nine-thirty, after which we
will work until dinner, near two oclock. Your afternoons will be
free, of course. You will have room and board for you and your sister
plus a weekly salary. The amount he mentioned was more than she
had earned at the Burger Barrel. For six hours work plus meals and

lodging!
Ernesto, she said anxiously, I wont be worth that much, at
least not till I have learned to do the work. I know very little about
Mexican archaeology, although I will be eager to learn.
Ernesto held^up his hand. I prefer to teach an assistant my own
way of doing things. I am impatient with those who have been
schooled in methods other than my own. You have my terms. Think
about them. Now shall we join the others?
Robin preceded Ernesto into the living room. She caught the
seoras questioning look at her son and turned in time to see him
answer with a slight nod.
Was there a conspiracy to keep her at La Escondida? What could
the purpose be?
Robin crossed the room to where Bill Scott sat in the shadows,
gently rocking Jody and conversing in low tones with Seora Lopez.
You see, the little one has fallen asleep, the seora said. Can I
not persuade you to remain with us so that she need not be
awakened, Robin?
Very well, Robin acquiesced slowly, and thank you. You arc
very kind. If she decided to work for Ernesto, at least until Carlos
returned or until Ernesto found another assistant, the early work hour
would not seem so formidable if she needed only fifteen minutes to
get ready. Besides, Jody wanted to stay at the hacienda.
Shall I have Conchita help you with the child?
No, thank you, I can manage. But it was Bill Scott who carried
Jody upstairs while Robin expressed her pleasure in the evening and
said goodnight. She was anxious to be alone with her thoughts.
Bill Scott was tiptoeing from Jodys room when Robin gained the
upper hall. She is a darling child, he murmured. You must bring
her to see us soon. We are two thousand miles from our niece and her
children, and we miss them.
I will, Mr. Scott.
You must call us Bill and Jean, he said. I hope you decide to
stay in San Miguel for a long time. It is a happy place to live.
Ernesto has offered me a job, she confided impulsively.
He chuckled. Ernesto wont be the easiest boss in the world, but
perhaps not the worst, either. Well, if there is ever anything Jean and
I can do for you, you must not hesitate to come to us.
Thank you, Bill.
Robin partially undressed Jody and tucked her under a downy

quilt. The nights descended swiftly and coolly in the mountains,

although the days were clear and sunny. The posada guests had
spoken of almost daily summer showers, but so far there had been
none.
In her dressing gown Robin sat before the window a long while.
Her room overlooked the shrub-lined driveway that looped around
the south side of the house and led to a cluster of whitewashed adobe
outbuildings. One, she knew, was the garage, and one must be the
home of Pablito and his parents. In the moon-drenched stillness she
speculated about the others. The small one beyond the garage could
be a toolshed, and the big one far back in the meadow might house
the horses that Carlos had said his brother owned. There was another,
long and low, behind the house, and its identity she could not guess.
She could not see the yellow house to the north. She wondered
whether anyone lived there.
If she stayed to work for Ernesto, she would learn a great deal
about Hacienda Escondida and about the Lopez family. The thought
of working with precious ancient artifacts thrilled Robin. Not at all
sleepy, she wished she could begin reading at once about the history
of the Indians and the Spanish colonists of Mexico. The great library
downstairs must surely contain scores of volumes on those subjects.
Restlessly Robin opened her door and listened to the distant
voices downstairs. There would be no opportunity to get a book
tonight. She stepped across the hall to the-balcony overlooking the
patio. Moonlight bathed the fountain and the tiled walkways with
pale silver, but the shadows were thick under the tall palms.
Shivering in the chilly air, Robin was about to turn back when she
heard footsteps on the tiles directly below her. Someone spoke softly.
Abuelita, dnde est usted? Where are you, Robin translated
mentally. Through the patio entry that ran beside the kitchen a man
stepped into the moonlight. He paused and looked into the shadows.
Aqu, Roberto. The voice was quavery and old. A bent form
rose from a bench near the steps. Roberto gave the woman the
support of his arm, and together they moved slowly down the path
and out past the trumpet vine, their soft musical Spanish blending
into the night.
Robin watched them emerge from the arch and walk out to the
driveway. The woman leaned heavily on Roberto, apparently lame
with age. Abuela. Abuelita little grandmother. A term of affection?
Or of relationship? What was it Bill had said something about

visiting Conchita and Luz in the kitchen. Abuelita Luz must have
been helping in the kitchen tonight. Robin pulled her robe more
snugly around her and returned inside. *
In bed she listened to the guests voices as they called their
goodbyes from the driveway. A quarter hour later she heard Ynezs
husky good-night to Ernesto not far from her door. Apparently Ynez
and her duenna were also house guests.
Robin wondered whether she could work compatibly with
Ernesto. At their last encounter he had been polite, businesslike. And
tolerable. But it was hard to forget his earlier treatment of her. Her
face burned at the memory of his insult.
If she refused his offer, she did not feel that she should remain at
La Escondida. With only enough money to pay for a few more days
lodging at the posada, she would need to find a job somewhere,
unless she returned to the States almost at once.
Guess Ill give Ernestos job a try, she whispered into her
pillow. It really would be too bad to come all this way and then turn
right around and go back. She yawned and hunched her shoulder
comfortably into the blanket, knowing that what she really wanted
was to see Carlos again. And Ernesto? He infuriated and intrigued
her. She had never met anyone so regal in bearing. In fact, she had
never met anyone who treated her with such rudeness and contempt.
What sort of person was he under all that haughty exterior, she
wondered drowsily. She guessed that he was the cause of Carloss
leaving San Miguel; perhaps if she waited for his return she could be
of help, not just as a secretary but as a friend.
THE SHRIEK THAT TORE THROUGH THE NIGHT had Robin out of
bed in one frightened leap. She flung open her door and raced into
the hail. A second scream led her to the room next to hers at the
front, where she found Ynez and Seora Gutierrez clutching each
other and staring wildly at the open closet.
Ernesto strode into the room, pushing both Robin and the duenna
aside. He grasped Ynezs shoulders. What is it? When she did not
respond, he shook her. How can I help if I cannot understand what
is the matter?
Ynez made an effort to control a hysterical sob and muttered
something in Spanish.
Impossible, Ernesto commented flatly. There has never been a
rat in this house.
The duenna clutched his sleeve. But it is true, seor. With my

own eyes I saw it!

Then where is the creature, my darling? Ernesto demanded.
Whatever it is, I will destroy it.
Jody appeared beside Robin, apparently awakened by the
commotion. No, no! she shouted. Dont kill it!
Robin tried to put her arm around Jody, but she pulled away. The
seora, too, was in the hall, pale and distressed. A rat, she
muttered. How can it be?
Jody ran to Ynez and tugged at her gown. Where is she? she
cried. What have you done with her?
Ynez fastidiously pulled away. What are you talking about? The
thing, the rat, ran in there. She pointed to the closet and shuddered.
Ernesto went to the closet, but Jody was there before him. She
dived past his legs and disappeared beyond the long silk an^ satin
gowns. In a moment she emerged, cradling a red guinea pig in her
arms. Penny got lost, she said, her eyes big with pleading. She
didnt mean to scare nobody. Penny whistled her fright.
Jody! Robin exclaimed, her face scarlet with embarrassment.
How on earth did Penny get here?
When you were telling Seora Galacia goodbye at the posada, I
put her in the car in a little box in the back. She doesnt whistle after
shes been fed, cause shes sleepy, and I knew shed be real good. I
I couldnt leave her, she finished in a subdued voice.
Robin remembered that Jody had been in the car with her
suitcase, ready to go.
I just had to show her to Pablito, Jody defended, seeing Robins
stern frown, and then I brought her upstairs when you were talking
to Ernesto.
When you sneaked in with your hands behind your back, Robin
amended.
Uh-huh. And I put her in my closet with the door open just a
little so that she couldnt get out. Only she did, but I didnt know it
till I heard all the noise and I went to look for you but you were gone
so I went to get Penny so that she wouldnt be lonesome and I
wouldnt, either, and she was gone, too.
The others were spellbound by Jodys recital. Robin looked at
Seora Lopez helplessly. Im sorry. I had no idea. And to Ynez and
Seora Gutierrez, I am sorry.
Ynez looked scornfully at the tiny animal. What a disgusting
creature, she said. Just get it out of my room.

Anxious to win approval for her pet, Jody took a step toward
Ynez and held Penny up. See? Pennys not dust-gusting at all. Shes
aa pretty little bastard.
Robin gasped. She knew where Jody had heard the term; she
knew how her sister liked to hoard strange-sounding words and
surprise her elders when she thought they could be used
appropriately. What would the seora think?
She glanced at Ernesto, meeting his eyes over Ynezs shoulder.
The corners of his mouth were drawn into the familiar stern lines.
Another small visitor you forgot to mention, he accused. Suddenly
the lines deepened, and he burst into great peals of laughter.
The tension was broken. The seora smiled as she said, Please
do not punish Jody. It is all right. There is no harm.
I cannot allow Robin began, but the seora quickly
interrupted, her eyes on Jodys stricken face.
The boys loved animals, and this house has had birds, fish,
hamsters, dogs. Even a few garden snakes. We welcome Jodys
Penny, is it not so, Ernesto?
Why not? he said.
Thats nice, Jody said contentedly. See, Robin, they do like
animals. We can get her cage and food tomorrow.
Just keep her out of my room, Ynez said petulantly, pressing
against Ernesto.
In the privacy of her room Robin said to Jody, Im not pleased
with what you did, Jody. I specifically told you to leave Penny at the
posada tonight.
But I couldnt. I had to take her. Or else go back to her after you
went to sleep. But I thought I might not find the way.
Jody, you promised that youd never run away again, Robin
said, distressed. Have you forgotten?
I never runned away, Jody said soberly. I went to look for
grass that other time. This time I wouldve just gone to be with
Penny so she wouldnt be lonely. I wouldve told Pablito so he could
tell you first thing in the morning so you wouldnt be worried. She
patted Robins face. I dont want to make you worry. Thats what I
promised. Not to make you worry.
So you thought the best way was to sneak Penny in here, Robin
said, still disapprovingly.
Yep. And it turned out just fine, didnt it? she said happily.
Oh, go to bed! Robin gave her a hug. Jody had her own brand

of logic, and even when she didnt especially like it, Robin found it
understandable. But lets talk over all big decisions from now on,
okay?
Okay, Jody agreed sleepily. Dont forget to let some of them
go my way, though.

CHAPTER EIGHT
AT 7:00 A.M. Ernesto sat at the great desk in the library, paging
through a book. Buenos das, Robin said, experimenting with her
Spanish.
Ernesto rose. He eyed her snug-fitting dark green pants and
matching mint-colored blouse with a flicker of approval. If you stay
in Mexico for a time, you may wish to study the language at the
Instituto or the Academia.
Robin felt a hot flush bathe her face. Perhaps she had
mispronounced her greeting, but why did he always choose to
embarrass her?
This book will tell you the basic characteristics of the various
cultures the Olmec, the Mayan, the Toltec, the Aztec, and .the
minor groups. Try to familiarize yourself with them as soon as
possible.
I havent agreed to work for you, Robin said sharply.
Ernesto raised his heavy brows. He was wearing black-rimmed
glasses that increased the brooding darkness of his face. A freshly
cleaned white shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, provided a stark contrast
to his deeply tanned neck and arms.
Why else would you be here at seven oclock? If you had not
come, I would have assumed that you were rejecting my offer. A
foolish decision on your part, of course.
Robin laughed. Of course. The fact that he had found her
sisters guinea pig amusing rather than annoying had mellowed her
opinion of Ernesto. She held out her hand for the book. I would like
permission to find other helpful books in your library. I warned you
that there is a great deal that I dont know about the history of your
country.
Come with me, Robin. She thought he looked pleased at her
request. He led the way across the hall to a second, smaller library.

Most of my volumes on prehistoric Indian culture are in this room.

They are rare, valuable books, many of them no longer in print. I
shall be pleased to have you use them.
He explained that most of their work would be done in a
workshop situated at the back of the house. A great deal of the work
is for the university, but some of it is of a personal nature, he told
her. There is a collection of exquisitely carved items of jade that
have been handed down in my family for generations. I am doing
research on them, and it may be that I have found additional pieces.
Soon I will show you the jade room. He indicated a door at the back
of the small library. But now it is time to go to the laboratory.
Robin followed him out to the patio, where dew sparkled on every
leaf and petal, and through the dining rooms double doors and
across the driveway to the long, low adobe building beyond.
Half of the structure housed a showroom for a variety of Mexican
craft articles. Piatas in the shapes of animals hung from the ceiling,
and bright, woven serapes, rugs and mats were piled on low tables.
Samples of almost everything we export are here for the buyers to
examine, Ernesto told her. We maintain a large warehouse and
offices in Mexico City, of course, but I prefer to do as much of the
work here as I can. I had hoped that Carlos would manage the city
office, but. He shrugged, the corners of his mouth turned down.
Carlos wants to write, Robin replied defensively.
Ernesto brushed the remark aside. One cannot always choose the
path that life must take. One adapts.
Surely it is right at least to try to follow ones choice, Ernesto.
Frowning in annoyance, Ernesto said roughly, Must you always
argue with me? What do you know of the matter? Did not my brother
crawl back after seven years, no better off than when he left?
Seeking again to claim an inheritance to which he is not entitled?
I cannot believe that Carlos crawled. When I saw him he was
looking forward to his homecoming, eager to tell you about the sale
of his book.
Ernesto had been walking toward the door, but he stopped so
suddenly that Robin almost bumped into him. What did you say?
I said I dont believe he crawled.
No, no, he said impatiently. About the book.
He was happy about the sale of his book and wanted to share the
news with his family.
Ernesto took off his glasses and pocketed them. But after all he

did not tell us.

What terrible quarrel had kept Carlos from discussing his book
and his good fortune? What had sent him away in dejection and
silence? How pitiful to be deprived of ones family. Especially when
they were still alive, she thought sadly.
I will show you the archaeology lab, Ernesto said quietly.
Through a connecting door they stepped into a large room with
shelves that rose to the ceiling. There were tables covered with
sheets of thin spongelike material. Each table was equipped with a
high-intensity lamp and a container of small tools and brushes. Filing
cases stood in each corner.
Divisions of the shelves were marked, and behind the markers
were carefully wrapped and bagged artifacts and fragments. All of
these Ernesto indicated the specimens lining one wall are
classified and cataloged. They are waiting for the university staff to
make them available to schools and museums all over the world. But
these pointing to rows of shelves at the back have only
general identification according to the location of the find. When
they are completely identified and cataloged, they will be moved to
the labeled bins.
To Robin the job looked tremendous. Do you really think I can
help you with this? she asked diffidently.
Of course. You are not stupid.
But I have no training.
I will train you, he said confidently.
It looks like a job that will take years.
Ernestos elusive smile appeared for a moment. Good.
He selected a division marked Texcotzingo, Level 1, Dwelling 4,
and lifted out one of the sacks. He carefully removed its contents to
the spongy table covering. He showed Robin how to brush away
sand and dirt and cleanse the fragments, how to weigh each piece,
and how to coat it with a thin preservative if it were in danger of
disintegrating. He showed her how to check through classification
lists and photographs and how to label and catalog. I will check
over everything you do at first, of course, to be sure that you are
careful and accurate.
Robins eyes sparkled. This is what I have always wanted to do.
Ever since we vacationed at Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado
many years ago, I have wanted to become an archaeologist.
Much of the work is painstaking and tedious, he warned.

Not for me. Someday I will return to school, maybe in the West

Ernesto interrupted, Our university has an excellent department

of archaeology.
I suppose that is where you studied? She was beginning to copy
the Lopez way of turning a statement into a question.
For the doctorate, yes. I went to Arizona for the undergraduate
work.
Dr. Lopez! Robins respect for her employer mounted. Then
you could teach, couldnt you?
I am teaching, and my one student must get busy if she expects
to accomplish anything today, he replied sternly, turning back to his
own desk.
Robin bowed her head obediently over the precious artifacts,
touching them reverently. Just when Ernesto showed a bit of interest
and friendliness, he invariably closed a door that isolated himself and
rebuffed Robin. Well, who cares, she thought. I am doing work that I
know I will love, and the pay is good. And Jody is happy. Dr. Lopez
can stay as aloof as he pleases.
Ernesto worked at the reconstruction of a delicately fashioned
small jar. Robin had many questions as the morning wore on and was
glad that Ernesto was patient. His answers were short but thorough.
She dreaded the time when she would make the mistake of asking for
information that he had previously given her. She could anticipate
the scathing retort.
At nine-thirty Ernesto announced, Conchita will be ready for us
now. He locked the door after their exit. By the way, Robin, it
would please my mother if you would address her as Doa Josefa.
The request delighted Robin, for she knew that don and doa
were titles of respect often used when addressing close friends and
relatives. In spite of a poor beginning, perhaps this was a sign of
acceptance.
Ynez was waiting at the broad double doors for Ernesto. You
promised to take me riding into the hills, she reminded him. I will
make ready as soon as the meal is finished.
Another time, querida, Ernesto told her. I told you that I must
work with Robin until the dinner hour today.
If she cannot work by herself, I doubt that her work is of much
value, she said maliciously. I wish to ride today.
Perhaps I neglected to tell you that I always train my assistants

thoroughly at the beginning of the work, he explained a bit stiffly.

I cannot expect Robin to work independently just yet. Later
I wish to ride this morning while it is still cool, she repeated
petulantly.
Then you shall have to ride alone.
Ynez ate little, pouting. The seora tried to smooth the
atmosphere with small talk, but Ynezs responses were minimal.
When will the wedding take place? Robin asked, sure that this
topic, at least, would bring a response from Ynez. How beautiful she
would look with her tall, dark loveliness framed in swirls of fine
Mexican lace, Robin thought.
In late September. We will live in a large city condominium, and
Ernesto will take over the Lopez Exports offices. He will no longer
need to grub in the dirt for useless old things.
Robin shivered at the possessive, resentful tone, sensing that she,
too, was the target of Ynezs impatience. She looked at Ernesto with
pity. Would he be willing to abandon his San Miguel laboratory?
What kind of marriage would that be?
Can I play with Pablito when he comes from the Instituto? Jody
asked. Can I go with him tomorrow when his daddy takes him to the
class?
I will be glad to call Jean and arrange for Jody to attend the art
class while you are with us, Doa Josefa offered.
Robin agreed that the opportunity, however brief, to be with other
children would be good for Jody. Only one thing worried her. Do
you know the cost, Doa Josefa?
She will be a guest until you decide what to do. If you decide to
stay, the charge is very slight. Please allow me to make the
arrangements with Jean.
All right. Robin was grateful for the seoras interest in Jody. If
she hadnt happened to glance across the table into Ynezs furious
and scornful eyes, she might have relaxed into a sense of
contentment and security such as she had not felt since coming to
San Miguel.
It must be, Ynez said, her smoldering eyes running
contemptuously over Robins bargain-counter shirt, unaccented with
expensive jewelry, that the tuition rates have decreased. Or that
special permission is given to transients.
Ynez! Ernesto rasped, making the word a reprimand. You
forget that many things in San Miguel have changed over the years.

Of course, my darling. Instantly she became the acquiescent,

adoring fiancee as she touched Ernestos hand. I did not mean to be
offensive, she added with wide innocent eyes. And to Robin,
Forgive me, please, if I said anything bothersome.
You didnt, Robin said tersely, knowing that the apology was
for Ernestos benefit rather than hers.
The sky had darkened during breakfast, and spatters of rain began
to spot the tile path beyond the open doors. Since its raining, Jody,
Robin said, youd better stay in. Jody had hated rain since the
storm that had caused the accident that claimed her parents lives.
I meant to stay in, anyway, Jody said. In my room with Penny.
Pablito and me can play with Penny up there.
Robin hesitated, glancing at the seora. I will come up and read
to you, Doa Josefa promised.
You can read to Pablito and Fenny and me in the big window
seat, Jody suggested happily.
The seora smiled stiffly. Pablito would be uncomfortable, Im
sure. He has never been beyond the kitchen.
Hell be comf table. Its a nice room.
Robin was about to tell Jody to stop arguing. Obviously Pablitos
family was not expected to be in the hacienda unless there was work
to do. This would take some explaining to Jody in private. But
suddenly the seora sighed and said, There is a storybook in
Spanish, one of Ernestos childhood favorites. Pablito may come in
to hear the story and help you to understand it. We will make a game
of learning some words, eh, Jody?
Robin caught Ernestos wry grin and Seora Gutierrezs shocked
look. Doa Josefas armor of tradition had cracked a little.
Ernesto asked Robin to come with him to the rare-books library,
promising Ynez that he would not be long. Do you mean that we
will go riding after all? Ynez demanded sweetly.
Perhaps a drive into town after dinner, he suggested. By then
the rain should have stopped, and I will have finished in the
laboratory for today.
She said nothing, but her eyes betrayed her fierce annoyance.
Ynez did not like to have her wishes denied.
Ernesto unlocked the library door. When I am in town later
today, I will have a key made for you so that you can use this room
at any time. He closed the door and crossed to the narrow door
between the bookshelves on the opposite wall. He inserted another

key into that lock. It is time now to show you the jade legacy.
The inner room was small, its only entry from the study. Two
comfortable leather chairs faced the center of the room where a low
round table held the Lopez collection of very old priceless jade.
Ernesto touched a switch, and soft pale green light from a shaded
chandelier brought out the startling beauty of the various pieces.
What wonderful treasures, Robin said, her voice a whisper.
Ernesto drew the chairs close to the display and waited for Robin
to be seated. They were once housed in the royal palace of the
Aztecs. They have been handed down in my family for more than
four centuries.
Robins eyes widened. This could only happen if your ancestor
was a trusted friend or servant at court.
Ernesto smiled. The thought swept through Robins mind that he
should smile more frequently.
He was handsome when his face was relaxed in pleasure. You
are perceptive, Robin. My ancestor was neither a friend nor a
servant. I will tell you the legend.
After the death of Montezuma Motecuhzoma, he was called
his brother was elected to the throne. However, in a few weeks the
plague of smallpox took thousands of lives in the Aztec capital, the
kings among them.
The council then elected his nephew, Cuauhtemoc. His name
means Falling Eagle, a prophetic name. His wife, Mrida, was
Montezumas daughter. They were.young and brave, and they had a
little son. Cuauhtemoc tried to form an Indian alliance against the
Spaniards, but he came to power too late. The conquistador Cortes
had already forged an alliance of all but one of the Indian cities.
When Cuauhtemoc saw that Tenochtitln, as Mexico City was
called then, would soon be isolated and besieged, he sent his wife
and son, in the care of a trusted servant, out of the city. They were
dressed like the poorest of peasants in the hope that they would pass
unnoticed, and that the prince would live to reclaim his kingdom
someday.
And these treasures escaped with them, Ernesto?
Yes. Jade was considered the most precious of all things, more
valuable than gold. Only the nobility might own it. I believe Mrida
took these items for protection and for identification. He picked up
a squat, almost square figure carved in pale green. It was a miniature
of the idol on the library mantel.

Carrying the little god with her must have given her a feeling of
closeness to one who would watch over her. And, of course, if the
gods did not favor her, he added sardoncially, she could always try
to buy protection with the jade.
Robin shivered. The deformed, flat-headed creatures arms
hugged his knees and his mouth was open as though about to tell her
something that she did not want to hear. I would not have taken this
one with me, she said.
Ernesto turned the little idol over and stroked the smooth, lined
surface with his thumb. Rare jadeite, he told her, cradling the
three-inch piece in his hand, perhaps a thousand years old. The
Aztecs included many gods from the nations they conquered,
adapting them to their own religious customs. This fellow may be an
Olmec magician. They were dwarfs with slanting eyes and narrow,
pointed faces, thought to have occult powers. Perhaps she was afraid
that he would work terrible magic against her people if she
abandoned him to the Spaniards. Ernesto indicated a ten-inch
stocky figure with protruding eyes and laughing mouth. That is
Tlaloc, the rain god. You see, his crown is an incense burner. This
idol was four hundred years old when the palace was sacked.
Robin touched an intricately carved bowl, so sheer that the light
shone through it. A vessel to hold food for the souls journey after
death, Ernesto said. She knew that she might need it. He picked
up a delicate white cup and a tiny lavender flower.
Those arent jade, are they? Robin asked.
Oh, yes. Ernesto put the little orchid in her hand. Lavender
jade is extremely rare. Perfect for this lovely blossom.
The last piece was an exquisitely detailed carved head of a
beautiful young girl. Her necklace of round beads was carved in
relief. Her hair was loose, with a braid from one side wound like a
ribbon to keep it in place. Her eyes were deep-set, the mouth serene
and slightly open to reveal small even teeth. The earlobes were
enlarged with plugs of a darker jade. Robin looked questioningly at
Ernesto.
I believe it is a likeness of the queen herself, taken along for
identification. For another young woman had taken Mridas place at
the side of Cuauhtemoc so that the Spaniards would not suspect that
she and the prince had fled.
Did they escape?
Ernesto nodded. They must have traveled, by night two hundred

miles until they came to this area. I believe that the child, the prince,
did not live to maturity. There is no record of him.
And Mrida? Is there a record of her survival?
One of Cortess captains, Don Fernando de Tapia, became
governor of this area and insisted that the Spanish colonists behave
toward the Indians with compassion and goodwill. One of this
servants was an Indian girl. He had a son and a daughter by her.
The bastard son, of course, could inherit nothing from his father.
However, Juan, as he was called, was educated in Spain and became
a wealthy merchant in the New World, respected by both Spanish
and Indian people. He kept a journal, begun in 1550, in which he
recounted the death of his mother and recorded the items of her gift
to him of the royal jade from the Aztec court.
And you think that Mrida was that servant of Don Fernando,
the mother of his children?
Don Fernando called her Mary, very close to Mrida. And she
had the jade.
Ernesto, Robin said slowly, then you are a descendant of
Montezuma. No wonder you are proud!
But not of Montezuma, Robin. He was foolish and overindulged.
He did not know what to do about the invasion, so he did nothing,
Ernesto said contemptuously. Had Cuauhtemoc been the leader,
history would have been different. It is in Mrida that I take pride.
His eyes shone with admiration. She must have suffered much in
body and spirit, and yet she endured.
And left this beautiful legacy. I see why it should never be
divided, Robin said slowly. Divided, the pieces would become
lost. The story, too. But she could understand Carloss
disappointment that no part of the jade legacy could be his.
Ernesto pulled open a shallow drawer in the table and indicated a
slender leather-bound copybook. A copy of the journal of Mridas
second son. The original is very fragile and is in the museum at
Mexico City. When you have mastered Spanish, you may examine
this. He closed the drawer. My ancestor made a strange stipulation
in those pages. The eldest son, the one who inherited the jade, was to
marry a highborn woman of Aztec ancestry. The next heir was to
rnarry a girl of excellent Spanish blood, and thereafter the heirs were
to choose alternately Aztec or Spanish mates.
Isnt it getting hard to trace ancestry by this time? Robin asked
with a grin.

Not at all.
Robin was nonplussed. Do you mean that you still follow that
custom? When do you investigate a girls background? Before you
date her or before you fall in love?
Ernesto ignored her sarcasm. Love need not be present in
courtship. We arrange our marriages more carefully than you
northerners do, I think.
Most of us would not marry without love, Robin assured him.
Yet your divorce rate is far greater than ours, Ernesto pointed
out. Something is wrong with your concept of marriage.
Robin bit bak a retort. Instead she murmured, Ynez must be
very proud of this legacy.
She has not yet seen it. A bride views it for the first time on the
wedding day. He paused, caressing the smooth jade cheek of the
Indian girl with a fingertip. Ynez is a proud woman, he continued.
That is why she is here. She would not allow herself merely to be
drawn into marriage by arrangement. She insisted upon becoming
reacquainted with my family. That is why I brought her here shortly
before Carlos came home.
Reacquainted?
Our families have known each other for years. The Gonzalez
family has a summer home in San Miguel, but they have not lived
here for more than ten years. Carlos, Ynez and I grew up together.
We taught her to ride.
There was a sharp rap at the library door. Ernesto? It was Ynez.
There is more to the story of the jade, Ernesto said, which will
explain why I have shown it to you.
Ernesto! The call was more importunate.
Robin and Ernesto left the little room, locking the door. I will
speak with Ynez before returning to the workroom, he said.
I am honored to have seen the jade legacy, Robin said as they
crossed the book-lined room.
While we work I will tell you about a jade necklace that I
recently found. Your fingers are nimble, and I want you to piece it
together for me.
The hall outside the book room was empty. Ynez? Ernesto
locked the door and strode toward the patio while Robin turned
toward the stairway. She climbed slowly, thinking about the many
things she had learned in San Miguel. Ernesto was going to trust her
with a key that would give her access to his precious library, and

even Ynez had not seen the lovely jade collection. Somehow that
gave Robin satisfaction.
She washed her face and hands and ran the comb through her hair.
She had learned something about Ernesto and Carlos, and about
Ynez, too. They had ridden together; they had been close. Perhaps in
time the differences beween the brothers could be bridged. Robin
sincerely hoped that this would be true. She thought about Carlos;
even though she had known him only a short time, she had liked him
immensely, and she grieved at his unhappiness and isolation from his
family.
Now that Ernesto sometimes dropped his arrogant, critical pose,
Robin was beginning to like him, too. He was obviously a complex
man, capable of intense anger and sarcasm as well as keen humor
and insight. Perhaps in some small, still unknown way she could
help the brothers come to an understanding.
Robin glanced at the time and hurried downstairs on her way to
the lab. She smiled when she saw Doa Josefa and the two children
on a deep wicker settee, a large book spread across their knees.
As she passed through the dining room, she heard angry voices.
Ernesto and Ynez were in the living room, quarreling.
I need some of your time, too, Ernesto! I am stifling in this
hidden valley, always under the eyes of your mother and the
duenna.
Perhaps tomorrow or the day after that, when I have taught
Robin what to do.
Robin! Robin! I am tired of hearing that name! What about me,
your fiancee? Now that she is here, you do not wish to be with me at
all! *
You are talking foolishly, Ernesto snapped. Robin slipped out of
the house and crossed to the workshop. The door was locked. No
doubt Ernesto would give her a key to that door, too, after he had
been to San Miguel.
Within a few minutes Ernesto and Ynez emerged from the house.
Ynez ignored Robin, her high wooden heels tapping out a staccato
rhythm on the tiles as she hurried to the road leading to the
outbuildings.
Ernestos scowl was devilish. We will not work today after all,
he flung at Robin as he hurried after Ynez. You are free until
tomorrow.
Disappointed, she watched them until they disappeared into the

garage. Ernesto and his bride, she thought, were sure to have plenty
of hot battles, bred as they were with imperious manners and Latin
temperaments. In a moment Ernestos sleek sports car shot down the
driveway, headed toward town. Ynezs hair was like a dark halo
around her head. Her harsh high laughter echoed triumphantly on the
wind of their passing.
Already the sun was drying the wet tiles and stones. Idly Robin
walked out to the driveway. When she came to the fork, she thought
about walking east to the large building that might be the stable. It
would be fun to see the horses. But they might be grazing in the
meadow farther up in the hills, a long walk from the hacienda.
The left fork of the driveway led north to the yellow house. She
was curious about it and decided to stroll in that direction. It was
perched on a gentle rise of ground a quarter mile to* the northeast;
she could see where the narrow road wound through the rocky
hillside, sometimes out of sight as it twisted around giant boulders
and stands of trees.
As Robin approached the house, she thought that it looked sadly
deserted, lonely. A pleasant house, but neglected. She noted again
that its plan seemed to copy that of the main house, except that it had
a single story.
Weeds and grass had pushed up between the flagstones near the
entry to the patio, but they were bent and crushed. Someone had
walked there recently. Roberto, Robin guessed, and perhaps Luz, his
grandmother. Surely the family would not let this dwelling fall into
ruin.
She followed the stones into the patio, her rubber-soled moccasins
making no sound. Roses, clematis, geraniums and weeds struggled to
survive. How beautiful it could be, she thought. She dropped to her
knees beside an overgrown blossomless rose bush and tugged at the
choking undergrowth. Handfuls of weeds came out of the rainsoaked earth quite easily.
There! Robin said aloud, sitting back on her heels. Now you
can breathe! She busied herself weeding for several minutes until
she heard a step behind her.
Robin stood up and turned around. On the narrow stone walkway
that flanked the patio stood the bent old woman whom Roberto had
called abuelita grandmother. Behind her stood a tall frowning
figure with his hands on his hips.
His face cleared in glad surprise as Robin gasped, Carlos!

CHAPTER NINE
YOUVE COME HOME! Robin went to Carlos with outstretched
hands.
Carlos took them in his own, smiling. It is good to see you,
Robin. Suddenly he clasped her in his arms. t/ abrazo, a
welcoming hug, is surely not out of place, avita, he murmured.
Robin returned his embrace warmly. Have you just arrived? she
asked, gently pulling away. Where have you been? How did you
travel? I brought your Volkswagen, you know.
Carlos held up his hand, laughing. Come with me into the house,
and perhaps Luz will make us a cool drink while we talk.
Luz nodded and shuffled toward the kitchen. Carlos led Robin
into a large room at the front of the house, a combination study arid
living room. Im sorry I cannot take you into the library, he said,
indicating a closed door across the open hall. None of the rooms on
that side have been used for many years.
Whose house is this, Carlos? Robin settled into a deep leather
chair.
It is mine, he said with a sigh. I was born here. It is sad that it
has been neglected. Luz lives in the little cottage at the back, but she
is too old and crippled to do much work. I do not ask it of her. I had
planned to live here, but. He shrugged, letting the idea drift away.
Carloss wide gold-flecked eyes rested on Robin unhappily. She
tried to direct his thoughts to the pleasure of his return. You have
not told me when you arrived or where you have been, Carlos.
An inquisition, Robin?
Taken aback by the sharpness of his voice, Robins smile faded. I
didnt mean to be inquisitive, she faltered. I was interested.
Did my brother send you?
Of course not. Im sure he doesnt even know that you have
returned.
I came very late last night. Ernesto knows.
Didnt he tell you that I was here? Why didnt you get in touch
with me this morning? Have you forgotten that you asked me to
come to San Miguel? she demanded.
I have not forgotten. Robin heard the slight emphasis on I.

Ernesto sent this with Roberto this morning, although last night he
said nothing about you. He handed her the letter she had sent from
New York. Across the envelope was written, She is here, working
for me.
I needed a job, Robin said defensively. When you werent
here, I didnt know what to do. Ernesto offered me employment until
your return. He wasnt even sure that you would return. Did you
expect me to beg on the plaza in order to support my sister and
myself until you returned home?
Of course not, avita, Carlos said quickly, his look softening. I
regret that I was not here.
Ernesto should have explained that I will be glad to work for
both of you. We agreed that if that proved to be impossible or
difficult, then I would work for you as I promised.
I see. Ernesto is finally willing to share something with me.
Bitter sarcasm clung to his words.
Look, Carlos, I dont know much about the quarrel between you
and Ernesto, Robin said firmly, but I do know that you will never
settle it if you dont talk to each other frankly. And what is that word
you called me avital
It means little bird, Robin, my own name for you. Do you
mind?
She smiled at him over the tall glass of fruit juice Luz had handed
her. Ive never had a special name before. I like it. To Luz she said
gratefully,, Muchas gracias, and the old woman looked pleased.
Does she speak English?
She understands it, but she avoids speaking it. She doesnt know
how to read or write in either language.
Carlos put his glass on a low table and leaned toward Robin, his
face alight with pleasure. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you
have come, avita. I should never have suspected that you would be
unfaithful to me. His choice of words startled her. I am sorry that I
was not here to greet you. I should have telephoned you before I left
here. I did not believe that you would come. I could not see you at
La Escondida, where everything is my brothers.
Not this house, though.
Casa Amarilla, Yellow House, he said softly. Yes, this is
mine.
This valley is lovely, Carlos*. I love it, and so does Jody. Your
mother has been very kind to us.

Carloss glance sharpened. Do not trust her interest. She has

never been interested in anyone but Ernesto.
How bitter he was. Robin tried to soothe him. She likes Jody.
She said Jody reminded her of her own little girl. I surmised that
your sister died when she was very young.
Carlos laughed harshly. My entire family is dead. He stood up
and held out his hand. Come with me.
Robin rose and took his hand. Where are we going?
He did not answer. She could feel the electric force of his
suppressed emotions. He led her into the patio and along the
flagstones skirting the untended garden. They passed under the
archway, beside Luzs cabin, and up a barely discernible narrow path
into the forested mountainside. They climbed steadily for a quarter
hour until they emerged in a little clearing.
How lovely, Robin said softly. From a cliff a hundred feet
above, a thin waterfall cascaded into a clear pool that spilled over its
banks and disappeared into a rocky grotto almost hidden among the
vines.
In the little dell the grass was short and dotted with tiny alpine
flowers. There was a long flat boulder near the pool, and Carlos led
Robin to it. They rested from the exertion of the rapid climb,
listening to the murmur of the cool mountain winds and the gentle
splash of the falls.
Carlos pointed to a sunny spot near the edge of the clearing where
yellow daisies grew. My mother lies there, he said.
Robin thought she had not heard correctly. Your mother?
Ernesto did not tell you about that, eh? Carlos looked at her
searchingly. Why not? It would show that he is right to claim
everything. A bastard has a right to nothing.
His pain and anger seared Robin. She wanted to erase his anguish.
Ernesto didnt tell me, she said soberly. Will you? It might help to
talk.
Carlos shrugged. Nothing helps. But I would like you to know
about me. It is only fair when you have come so far to find me.
Again Robin found his choice of words disturbing. She sat
motionless, waiting.
Doa Josefa did have a little girl, and she was told that she might
never bear another child. When the little one died, the seora almost
lost her mind. This was long before I was born, but I have heard the
story from a dear friend, Jean Scott.

Robin nodded. Ive met the Scotts.

The seora closed herself away; she would talk to no one, not
even her husband. She refused to share her grief. Eventually, after
several years, my father, Don Fernando, found comfort with my
mother.
Understandably, Robin murmured.
My mother was warm and beautiful, with golden hair like yours,
Robin, and with laughter like music. She was a teacher at the
Instituto and lived in the American colony. When Doa Josefa found
out about her, she quarreled savagely with father. He left her then,
intending never to return, even though she refused to divorce him.
Don Fernando built this house for us, and I was born here. There
was plenty of money; father continued to support both houses,
although he rarely saw Josefa for a time. She left San Miguel to
travel and, Im sure, to recover her pride. Carlos seemed to retreat
to a distant place where Robin could not follow. It is a hard thing,
rejection, he said.
But she did come back? Robin prompted.
Yes. Idly he looked to the southwest, to the hacienda whose red
roofs he could not see because of the tall pines. I was three months
old when she sent a servant to inform my father that she had returned
with his son, my half-brother, Ernesto.
How could that be? Robin exclaimed.
I told you that Josefa and father quarreled bitterly. All night.
Josefa is a passionate woman. I am sure that she tried to hold my
father with her body as well as with her legal claim. Nevertheless, he
continued to live with mother and me in Casa Amarilla until mother
died.
Carlos told her about his childhood, happy years in which he was
secure in the love of his family. When he was nine years old, his
mother, Carla Mar-tenson, died. Grief bound him even more closely
to the father he adored.
Carlos had often seen the boy who lived in the big house, and it
was inevitable that they would meet. On his eighth birthday, Carlos
was overjoyed to receive a pony from his father. When he was riding
the uplands, he met the boy on a pony almost exactly like his own.
For a long time they met and rode and played in secret, delighting in
their comradeship and in their conspiracy of silence; for each mother
had long ago warned her son to stay on his own property and to shun
contact with everyone from the other house.

As we became friends, though, I wanted to tell my parents about

Ernesto. And yet I was afraid they would discourage our friendship.
It was the first time I had tried to hide something from them, and it
made me sad.
One day father asked quietly what I thought of my riding
companion, Ernesto. I was relieved, for he was smiling. I asked how
he knew about us, Carlos recalled. He said that he had bought each
of us a pony so that we would ride together and get to know each
other. But he said his father gave him the pony! I cried, grieving
that Ernesto had lied to me.
That is correct, father said. I am his father, too. Ernesto is
your brother.
I do not think- father had seen very much of Ernesto until that
time. He tried to see more of him that year, but Ernesto was never
close to father, as I was. I suppose Josefa had poisoned his mind.
Ernesto preferred to ride with me alone and avoided father whenever
he could.
Robin rose and went to the patch of golden daisies.
Almost hidden among the flowers was a small stone marker:
CARLA MARTENSON DE LOPEZ 1909-1944
You are named for her, Robin said softly.
Carlos came and stood beside her. My father registered my name
as Carlos Lopez Martenson. Once more his thoughts were far away.
When she died, my life changed. Nothing was the same.
I know. Robin knew the terrible sense of loss that came with
death. She knew that for a child it was devastating.
Don Fernando had to be away on business frequently, and he did
not like to leave me alone with a servant. Eventually he took me to
the hacienda to live. I did not want to go, because I knew that the
seora and my mother had not been friends, but father insisted that
La Escondida was his, and that his wife would make a place there for
me.
Poor little boy, Robin said involuntarily.
For the first time, Carlos smiled. Well, I had Ernesto. We were
glad to be brothers, glad to share our lives more closely. But Doa
Josefa never really accepted me. Perhaps I should not blame her. One
cannot always help ones prejudices.
She likes children, Robin said. She was reading to Jody and

Pablito when I left the house.

Conchitas boy? You must be mistaken.
Its true. She should not have withheld her love from you.
That is all past, Carlos said with a sigh. I was not unhappy
except when she was around. We tried to avoid each other.
Just as Ernesto tried to avoid your father?
Ernesto never forgave our father for preferring my mother to his
own. Father made a point of treating us boys equally, but I knew in
my heart that I was his favorite. Ernesto and I never quarreled about
that. It was all right, because his mother favored him.
Father saw to it that this house was kept clean and open, but after
his death. Carlos spread his hands in a hopeless gesture. Luz has
been living in the little house behind Casa Amarilla, but she was not
asked to take care of the casa. She helped me clean one room so that
I would have a place to stay. I do not know whether I have the heart
to make the place livable again. Casa Amarilla was a gift to my
mother, so of course it is mine now. It is all I have left of my
parents. The bitterness had returned to his voice.
It is a lovely house, Carlos, Robin said. I hope you will stay. It
is your home, the right place for you to work out your next book.
You have faith in me, avital His smile was slow and not quite
straight.
Of course I do, she assured him. I will help you all I can.
I was not wrong about you, Robin, Carlos said quietly. When I
watched you at the restaurant where you worked, and when we
finally met in that strange way, I knew that you were a remarkable
girl.
A girl I had been looking for and never hoped to find.
His serious, brooding manner troubled Robin, and she tried to
lighten the mood. She stooped to pick a flower from the grave and
tucked it into the buttonhole of his denim jacket. You offered me a
job, and Im ready to take it. Nothing remarkable about that.
He covered the hand on his chest with his own. Thank you for
coming. Gracias. He would not respond lightly. Something drew
me back to San Miguel, though I had not intended to come here
again. I am glad that I returned. If I had not, we might never have
found each other. Once more fate has drawn us together. Keeping
her hand in his, he led Robin back to the boulder near the waterfall.
Carlos, are you angry because the jade treasure belongs only to
Ernesto?

He clasped his hands around his knees. No, I have always known
that the Aztec jade would be his. But when I was ready to go north to
college, father took me up here to our quiet place. It grieved him, he
said, that so little of what he had worked for and so few of the things
he loved would come to me at his death. Tradition, he said, should
be a servant, not a master. He reminded me that Mridas son had
started the tradition that the inheritor should marry an Aztec or
Spanish descendant in alternating generations. I have respected that
tradition, he pointed out, but now I am about to make a change
Doa Josefa must be Aztec, Robin interrupted.
She is. She traces her ancestry back to the royal consulate.
Carlos turned to Robin, his dark eyes somber. I want you to believe
me, for this is the truth. My father thought it unjust to leave
everything to Ernesto. He told me he had made a will stating that
everything would be divided between Ernesto and me, except the
jade. In my opinion it should be in the museum for the whole world
to see and enjoy, he told me, but I know how much it means to
Ernesto. Perhaps if he has that and the hacienda, he will not mind
sharing the vast business holdings with you.
Then what happened?
I do not know, Robin. The following summer I stayed in the East
where I had a job between semesters. Father was killed when he was
thrown from his horse. He was an excellent rider, but the horse was
new and wild. Roberto saw father ride out of the stable as though the
demons of hell were after him. When he was angry he would ride
like that. Why was he angry? What made him ride so carelessly that
he was thrown to his death? Carloss eyes were tormented. If only
I had been here!
Carlos, you mustnt blame yourself. Robin touched his arm.
Again he covered her hand, and she did not move away. She
hoped to communicate sympathy and understanding. This was only
her second talk of any length with Carlos, but she felt closer to him
than to any man she had ever known.
When the will was read, everything went to Ernesto. Except
Casa Amarilla, of course, he said bleakly.
Wasnt Ernesto as shocked as you were? How did he explain
your fathers change in the will?
Carloss voice was flat. He said that father had never, as far as he
knew, made any other will than the one that was read, dated when we
were children. He pressed his lips together grimly. He offered to

let me work in the Mexico City office, a job neither of us wanted or

was trained for. And I was allowed to finish my undergraduate
studies. I was supposed to be grateful for that.
You did look for a later will? Robin asked.
Everywhere. In the houses, the banks, the offices. I never found
it. I suppose something or someone changed fathers mind. Or
perhaps the will was stolen and destroyed.
Robin didnt want to believe that Ernesto or his mother would do
such a thing.
So I stayed in New York, Robin. I worked as a dishwasher, a
dockworker wherever I could get a job and I paid back the
education money. I was hurt and angry. If everything was rightfully
Ernestos, then I did not want to owe him anything. At night I wrote
stories and articles. I hoped someday to be a successful writer so that
I could come back to San Miguel with my head high.
And you did, Carlos. You did it.
But it took seven years. For a time I was ill, and I had to accept
charity. That is when my bitterness was almost too much to bear. I,
too, am of Aztec royalty, and to be subjected to such poverty, such
humiliation! I became obsessed with the thought of coming home
with plenty of money. Robin, I do love San Miguel, and I knew I
could write well at Casa Amarilla.
Then why did you leave so soon after you came home? You
hadnt even told Ernesto and Doa Josefa that you had sold your
novel, Robin said. How do you expect them to appreciate
something they know nothing about?
Carlos dropped his head into his hands. When I saw my
abandoned casa, with Luz living in my servants cabin, I felt like the
nobody I had always been. No one was glad that I had come back.
Josefa had always thought that writing was a foolish occupation with
no financial future, and Ernesto had thought I should go into the
business of Lopez Exports. Suddenly my writing didnt seem to
matter. I felt that I could not say or write anything significant in this
environment, so I went away. I went to Mexico City, but I could not
write there, either. I did some research for my book if I ever write
it. And now I am here. Because of a strange, compelling urge that I
could not deny. The urge to find you, Robin.
They sat quietly for a long time. The falling water made a kind of
music, blended with the soft sighing of the wind in the pines and the
joyous songs of the birds. It was peaceful here. Carlos had called it

the quiet place, an apt name for the sylvan highland dell. Robin
sensed that a measure of serenity was being restored in Carloss
troubled spirit, and she was glad to share in the healing.
There must be a reason why the new will was never written,
Robin mused, and you would feel better if you knew what it was.
According to Doa Josefa, ,on his deathbed Don Fernando said that
everything would go to his son. But you both were his sons. She said
Roberto was there, and Luz, too. Did you question them? Do you
know exactly what your father said?
Characteristically, Carlos shrugged. What does it matter?
Did you speak with your fathers lawyer?
No, he died just before the accident. It was his son who read the
will to us.
Robins eyebrows lifted. If there was a new will, he might not
have known about it.
It doesnt matter anymore, Robin. I am no longer ill or poor.
When I needed money I felt as though I had been robbed of-it. I do
not need it anymore. I do not need Ernesto or anything that is labeled
Lopez!
Robin knew that Carlos was wrong. He was still ill because of the
festering bitterness in his heart, and he was still poor because he did
not have the support of a caring family. His need for the warmth and
strength that lay in the Lopez name was great indeed. Her hand was
still in his, and impulsively she carried his hand to her cheek.
Oh, Carlos, things are going to come right for you. I know it.
Please try to be patient. And-happy.
Carlos looked at her wonderingly. S, querida ma, he said
huskily, I am happy now that you are with me. He took her in his
arms and kissed her. This time he did not apologize. And Robin did
not resist, for she knew that he was reaching out to her from the
depths of lonely discouragement.

CHAPTER TEN
ROBIN HOPED to discuss Carloss return with Ernesto, but neither he
nor Ynez appeared for supper. She waited impatiently for Doa
Josefa to speak of Carlos and finally said, I talked with Carlos
today?

By telephone? Where is he? Doa Josefa looked genuinely

startled.
At his house. She watched her hostess closely. He returned last
night, although I didnt know it. I met him quite accidentally.
Nor did I know it. The seora crumbled the edge of a crisp
tortilla.
Was it possible that Luz had not mentioned Carloss presence?
Why had Ernesto kept it a secret? Or was it that the seora preferred
to pretend that her stepson did not exist?
Why did he not come to the hacienda? Ernesto should be
informed of his return, Doa Josefa said stiffly.
Jody relieved Robin of the need to answer. Can Pablito and me
visit him tomorrow, Robin? Where is Carloss house? Can I take
Penny? Hes never seen her.
Yes, Jody, you may go with me in the afternoon.
Seora Gutierrez was becoming querulous. Seorita Ynez should
not wander around alone at night.
She is not alone, Doa Josefa said, her tone slightly impatient.
It is not late, and Ernesto will take excellent care of her.
I do not even know where they are, the duenna continued
petulantly. I am responsible for her.
Please do not worry, Doa Josefa said. They are adults. They
will return in good time.
If you will excuse me, I will go to my room. I can watch the road
from there. Seora Gutierrez nodded curtly to her hostess and
rustled from the room, Jody close behind her.
Doa Josefa turned to Robin, frowning. Carlos is a bitter young
man, she said abuptly. Perhaps he has told you.
Robin wondered how much to admit. I know that his mother is
buried near the beautiful waterfall on the mountain, and that he loved
his parents both of them very much.
And his brother, Ernesto, too. But not his stepmother, Josefa
added sadly. Robin, it was not entirely my fault. Her eyes pleaded
for understanding.
It is not my place to make judgments, Doa Josefa. I am glad
that Carlos can talk with me; I hope it eases his unhappiness.
Ah, yes, the seora said softly, one always needs someone to
talk to.
I do hope Carlos will stay and work on his book. This is his
second novel, you know, and I will type it for him. I can continue to

help Ernesto, too.

Robin, did you say his second novel? The seora clapped her
hands together, her eyes wide. That is wonderful! Ernesto used to
tease Carlos when he wrote stories instead of playing games or
riding the horses, but I had no idea that he was serious, that he would
be successful!
How sad, Robin thought, that Carloss family had not understood
him. Conchita brought fresh coffee then, which they carried into the
patio. The early blue night was softly warm, and the scent of
honeysuckle and jasmine was sweetly heavy.
Do you have a copy of Carloss book? What is it about? the
seora asked.
I havent seen it yet, Robin returned. Since he sold it only a
few weeks ago, I doubt that it has been published this early. I know
only that the second book will be about the Aztecs and the coming of
the Spaniards. I am eager to hear more about it, especially since
Ernesto has been telling me about the familys descent from the royal
Indians.
Indeed? Robin could not see the seoras face clearly, but she
detected surprise in the word. Surprise that Ernesto had shared the
family legend? Or surprise that Carlos was going to make the legend
public through his novel? You have learned much about us in a
short time, my dear. Perhaps your being here will bring the serenity I
have always hoped for. They sat quietly for a while, and then the
seora added tensely, as though there had been no pause, God
knows that everything I have done has brought nothing but chaos.
She rose and walked quickly toward the stairs to her room.
Robins belated Good night, seora, went unanswered, and at
last she, too, slowly climbed the stairs.
Jody chattered happily as she got ready for bed. Jean Scott had
called to welcome her into the childrens class at the Instituto, and
she would begin the n.ext day, riding to town in the big bouncy truck
with Pablito and his father.
Jody told Robin about the fiesta that was to be held in a few
weeks, with parades and bands and clowns and a sky full of
fireworks. Roberto is going to take Pablito, and Im invited, too.
Nobody takes a siesta during fiesta, Robin, honest. I can go, cant I?
.
Sure, but be sure to hold tightly to Robertos hand so you wont
get lost.

Okay. Cant you come, too? Itll be lots of fun!

Robin had no intention of missing a fiesta. Ill probably have to
go later in the day, honey, because Im going to be working for
Carlos in the afternoons.
I just love living here, dont you, Robin? Jody asked
contentedly when she was tucked into bed. Its lots bettern New
York. Almost as nice as Fair-ville. Suddenly she sat bolt upright.
Robin, you got to let people in Fairville know where we are so they
can tell mommy and daddy when they come back.
Robin put her arms around her sister and kissed her. Just when she
thought Jody had adjusted to the fact of their parents death, the child
reverted to a frantic insistence that their absence was only temporary.
Honey, theres no way I can reach them, she said, holding her
close for a moment. Mother and dad are very far away, you know.
Well, you try, Robin. Jody lay back against the pillow, her eyes
closed as though to shut out things she did not wish to see. Will you
sit with me for a little while? Just till I fall asleep?
Since their parents death, there were times, less frequent as the
months wore on, when Jodys loneliness and sense of loss were
unbearable to her during that dark, memory-ridden period between
consciousness and sleep.
Sure, honey. For a half hour Robin sat silently beside Jodys
bed, staring at the patch of pale moonlight spilling through the open
balcony door. She became aware of the sound of an automobile
approaching. Ernesto and Ynez must be coming home.
The little girl was asleep. Robin tiptoed to the balcony and
watched the lights of the sleek sports car sweep across the driveway
and pause before the garage. The lights died, and the car was
outlined darkly in the moonlight. The screen door of the tiny house
across from the garage squeaked open, and Roberto emerged. He
opened the car door, and the driver got out. It was Ynez.
Roberto put the car in the garage, and Ynez started toward the
house. At the fork in the road she paused. Robin thought she was
waiting for Ernesto, who must be talking with Roberto. She pressed
into the shadows.
Roberto closed the garage door and returned to his house. Ernesto
was nowhere in sight.
Ynez stood at the fork, looking toward the dark mountains
looming over the Lopez valley. She put her hands to her head, and in
a moment the long dark tresses were tumbled around her shoulders.

With one backward glance she began to walk up the road that led to
the yellow house.
Robin wondered whether Ernesto had told her that Carlos was
there. Where was Ernesto? She sighed and went to her own room.
Its none of your business, she told herself.
Not at all tired, Robin found a sweater and went down to the
patio. It was pleasantly cool, but the high walls protected the inner
garden from the sharp, chilly night winds. She settled on one of the
low steps and tried to sort out her thoughts and impressions.
Jody was obviously very happy here; and that made Robin happy,
too, for Jodys adjustment was her first concern.- She was glad that
Carlos had returned. He gave her a sense of security, of being cared
for. She had always felt safe and comfortable in his presence.
Ernesto was a far more disturbing man. Aggravating was a better
adjective. Although Carlos had had his moment of doubt, he could
never exhibit the blunt rudeness that Ernesto sometimes showed, of
that she felt sure. Well, even Ernesto seemed to be at least courteous,
once he had got beyond his initial suspicions of her. He did have a
sense of humor. She smiled, remembering his laughter at the Penny
prank.
The patio garden seemed etched in black and silver. Not a leaf
stirred, and Robin felt as though she was in the background of a
three-dimensional picture, framed by the adobe walls of the house. A
peaceful, harmonious picture. But she knew that pictures can be
deceptive.
She became drowsy at last. Dozing, she thought that she dreamed
about approaching footsteps. Id better go up to bed, she thought.
Im beginning to imagine things.
Ernesto came through the grilled front entrance. His broad
shoulders were stooped, and his steps were slow. His jacket was
wadded into one fist. He crossed the patio to a stone bench near the
fountain and sat down tiredly.
Something warned Robin to keep silent. Something had
happened. Something that the proud Ernesto wished to keep to
himself.
Suddenly Ernesto flung his jacket on the ground. Damn! Damn
little bitch! His low growl was tense with suppressed anger. He bent
to remove his shoes and socks, tossing them after the jacket. Then he
walked to the little pool surrounding the fountain. To Robins
astonishment, the dignified, proper Ernesto waded into the pool,

groaning with pleasure as the cool water bathed his feet.

Robin leaned forward, hardly believing what she saw. When
Ernesto turned, he saw her. What are you doing here? he
demanded, stepping out of the pool.
He looked so unlike himself with his wet upturned cuffs and pale
feet, his hair tousled and his face struggling to maintain its
customary dignity, that Robin couldnt help grinning.
Nothing. What are you doing?
Not that it concerns you, but I am finishing a long dusty uphill
walk, and I am bathing my blistered feet.
Surely you didnt walk all the way from San Miguel! Robin
exclaimed.
I could not find a cab this late. I thought Ynez would come back
for me. Or that when she came home alone, someone would meet
me, he said petulantly. He glanced up at Ynezs room. I suppose
she is sleeping soundly, damn her.
Do you mean that that Ynez left you?
Ernesto lowered himself wearily upon the step beside Robin. In
my car, he said angrily, my own car! We had quarreled. I left her
for a moment while I paid the attendant at the gas station, and she
drove away. He clenched his hands. I would like to strangle that
girl!
Robin felt the laughter bubbling inside her before it reached her
lips. She dapped her hand over her mouth to stifle it. Ernesto turned
to her, astonished. Why are you amused. Am I ridiculous to you?
Robin could only shake her head helplessly.
I do not understand nor do I appreciate your mirth, Ernesto
growled. I leave you to enjoy it. He attempted to pass her on the
steps.
Wait, Ernesto: Please. Impulsively Robin reached for his hand,
and her sudden clasp in the * darkness caused him to sit down
suddenly and hard on the step above hers. He jerked his hand away,
muttering, What now? Have you not had enough amusement at my
expense?
His wrath steadied her. Ernesto, dont you see? I didnt mean to
make fun of you. Its just that you are always so poised, so perfectly
groomed, and now suddenly you are almost undone!
Perhaps you mean to say almost human, he commented sourly.
Well, maybe. Oh, Ernesto the laughter began to slip out again
forgive me, but you did look funny. Like a small boy sneaking

home from a secret fishing spree. And mad because the fish got
away! She covered her face to muffle the laughter that would not
stay hidden.
Ernesto pulled her hands away and did not release them. She
looked up, expecting a harsh order to stop being childish and foolish.
Instead she looked into the dark pools of eyes that she could not
read. She could just discern the deep crevice at the corner of his
mouth. It is funny, is it not? he said.
Y-yes!
S, es cmico. The crevice deepened, and Ernesto began to
chuckle.
His laughter invited more of Robins own. We mustnt wake the
others, she managed to say.
Ernesto pulled her head against his knee. She felt the shaking of
his body as he laughed heartily but quietly. He bent to muffle the
sound in her hair.
When Robin would have pulled away, his arm tightened. It is
good to laugh-at oneself sometimes, no? Tonight you have taught me
to do that. He became sober. Laughter soothes away the anger,
does it not? I have not laughed much since my brother and I became
strangers to each other. Perhaps I had forgotten how.
Robin raised her head. Are the problems between you and Carlos
so great that they cannot be resolved? she asked quietly.
Carlos refuses to accept the will of our father.
He said that Don Fernando wanted the estate to be divided
equally.
Ernesto stiffened, and his hand dropped from her shoulder. You
have spoken with him? You know that he has returned to San
Miguel?
Yes. The warmth of their shared laughter was gone. Why
didnt you tell me?
I sent him a note so that he could notify you himself. I did not
wish to have him think that I was hiding you. Robin shivered, for
the night seemed suddenly to have grown colder. I suppose you will
work for Carlos now and have no time for my work. Perhaps you
will prefer to live at his house, too. For convenience, of course.
There was no mistaking the intended slur. Robin felt hot anger
rise within her. If the first slap didnt improve your manners,
another is useless, she snapped. Are you telling me that you do not
wish me to continue working for you now?

The choice is yours. A cloud hid the moon, and she could no
longer see Ernestos face. His voice was dull and unfathomable.
Oh, Ernesto, she wailed softly, struck with the futility of their
quarrel, must we always misunderstand each other? Im beginning
to feel like a yo-yo, pushed away and drawn back with every
disagreement. I told you I would help both you and Carlos, and I
will. You know that I love working in your laboratory, but I did
promise to help your brother, too. I can do both.
Ernesto bent closer, trying to see her more clearly. Very well,
Robin. But I want to get one thing right with you. My brother told
you that I will not share our fathers fortune with him, is it not so?
He did not wait for her response. That is unfair. I offered him an
honorable place in the Lopez business, but he refused to take it. He
called it charity from the legitimate son to the bastard. You do not
understand the proud Lopez blood, Robin. It is in both of us. Carlos
insists that Don Fernando, our father, made a new will that has
disappeared, and he accuses me of destroying it. I tell you, I know
nothing of such a will.
The moon reappeared, and Robin read anguish in Ernestos strong
features. He and Carlos had been friends and brothers; they were
both suffering because of the chasm between them. I want to
believe you, she whispered.
A momentary look of relief was replaced by tenderness. He took
her upturned face in his hands. I am glad, he said softly before he
kissed her.
The shock of the warm contact of his lips, electrified Robin. For a
second she could do nothing, nothing but accept the pressure with a
kind of glad dismay. Then, without her conscious volition, her arms
crept upward. She clutched his knee, willing her arms to stop their
upward reach; but when Ernesto released her face so that he could
draw her close, she could no longer withhold her response.
His kiss became ardent, caressing her lips in a circular movement
that made her heart pound in a rhythm to match his own. Her hands
reached the back of his head as he drew her onto the step beside him,
and she pressed her mouth against his with a little moan. Everything
within her leaped to meet him. She felt weak with a desire that she
had never before known.
At a slight sound, Ernesto lifted his head.
Dallying with the help? Ynezs low, scornful voice came from
the shadows of the trumpet vine over the archway. Then she laughed.

But of course! It is a little drama you have staged for my benefit,

eh, Ernesto? It is to punish me for my naughtiness this evening. Well,
my darling, tonight I shall be generous. I will control my jealousy,
for I know that thisthis peasant can mean nothing to you. Let us
forget all the troubles that we have had today, querido. All of them
were because of this woman, were they not? Send her away, and we
will have a little time alone to talk, no?

CHAPTER ELEVEN
IT WAS A LONG SPEECH for Ynez. Robin did not know what reaction
she had expected from Ernesto, but his silence had chilled her. He
had straightened at Ynezs first words, but he had kept his arm
around her, his taut fingers gripping her shoulder. She doubted that
Ynez could see that, however.
Robin had faced Ynez, stunned as much by the Mexican womans
appearance as she had been by Ernestos embrace. And her own
response. She could think of nothing to say. Too late she remembered
that Ernesto was engaged to Ynez. She, Robin, had no right to be in
his arms. She had no right to the feelings she had for him. Ynez was
justified in shaming her.
When Ynez had finished her speech, the three of them remained
motionless and silent for a full minute. Finally Ynez approached and
stood waiting at the foot of the stairs. Well? she said coaxingly.
Ernesto still said nothing, but slowly his grip on Robins shoulder
relaxed. His hand slid down her arm and found a hiding place at her
waist.
Robin stood up. I do not need to be dismissed by you, she said
in a low tone to Ynez, or anyone. She slipped away from the
confrontation with as much dignity as she could muster. Ernesto did
not try to stop her. She heard Ynezs sly laugh as she ascended the
steps.
Lying sleeplessly in her bed, Robin knew that Ernestos kiss had
stirred feelings deep within her that she had not known existed. The
kisses she had exchanged with Fairville boys had been light, casual.
They had awakened no sleeping fires, as Ernestos had done. Its just
that Ernesto is older, more sophisticated, she told herself. Besides,
hes engaged to be married. Hes a man of the world. Hes not for

me. I am not to blame for that kiss.

Robin knew that was not entirely the truth. She had allowed
Ernesto to draw her head against his knee. When he kissed her, she
had not resisted. She had returned his kiss and his embrace eagerly.
She knew what Ynez must think of her. And Ernesto did he, too,
think that she was easy? Without moral fiber? Was that why he
said nothing in her defense? Or did he simply not care?
What did I expect, she asked herself. For Ynezs self-respect as
well as his own, he had to let it seem to be my own flirtatiousness
that precipitated that embrace. Thats probably all it is to Ernesto,
anyway just a flirtation.
But her heart protested. Robin wanted to believe that Ernesto
cared for her. But thats not right, she said into the darkness. He
belongs to Ynez. Tears welled in her eyes as she added, But if he
were free, I could learn to love Ernesto. Its not reasonable, but its
true. What happened tonight must not happen again.
She forced herself to think about Carlos. He was by far the more
considerate and open of the two brothers. Her sympathy had been
entirely with him until tonight, when she had discovered the unhappiness that Ernestos inheritance had cost both of them. She longed
to help the brothers become friends that they had once been. She
cared for both of them. Both were intelligent, fiery men, but both
were capable of gentleness, too. What assistance and strength they
could give each other, if only they would. But that.fierce Lopez pride
had got in the way of cooperation and understanding.
What does Ernesto really think of me, she wondered. That Im
young and a little stupid, I suppose. I know that I aggravate him at
times, but he makes me as mad as a poked hornet, too. How can I
feel the way I do about such a man, especially since Ive known him
such a short time? I should give up the lab work and just work for
Carlos. Then I could avoid Ernesto and forget about him.
As sleep claimed her, she knew she wouldnt do that. To avoid
Ernesto she would have to move out of La Escondida, move Jody
again. No, the easiest, most workable plan was to stay at La
Escondida and work both jobs, saving carefully so that returning to
the States and taking time to find another job in the fall would be no
problem.
IN THE DAYS AND WEEKS FOLLOWING, Ynezs attitude toward
Robin remained decidedly cool. But Ernesto made no reference to
the night in the patio, and for that Robin was grateful. His manner

was courteous and pleasant, and she found the comradeship that
grew between them a delight. She became convinced that the
embrace in the patio had been impulsive and casual on his part, and
that made it easier for her to tuck it away in her memory, a private
treasure with no importance to anyone but herself.
Ernesto was deeply absorbed in the archaeological work that he
loved, and far more patient in teaching Robin what to do than she
had expected him to be. More and more he allowed Robin to work
independently. Your work is good, he told her. She flushed with
pleasure, for he did not praise lightly.
One hot, breathless morning Ernesto asked abruptly, Robin, do
you ride?
Ride? she repeated blankly. Horseback?
Of course, he answered, as thought there was no other choice.
Y-yes, I have ridden a few times, she admitted hesitantly,
recalling a high-school admirer, a boy who had proudly taught her to
saddle and ride his prize-winning sorrel mare.
Good. Today we will take a break.
Now? she asked, astonished. During work time?
Of course now. I would not presume to have you break into your
time with Carlos, he said sardonically. He eyed her trim, newly
purchased burgundy slacks and the snug pale pink knitted blouse that
hugged the gently firm curves of her body. You will not need to
change. Let us go.
All right, Robin acquiesced uncertainly. She hoped that she
would not make a fool of herself, that she would remember how to
mount, how to post, how to stay on with a fair amount of grace.
As she hurried to keep up with Ernestos long stride on the path to
the stables, she noted that he was dressed for riding. He looked more
like an old-world caballero than ever in his figure-fitting black riding
breeches tucked into square-toed, hand-tooled leather boots. The
creamy fabric of his embroidered gaucho shirt, snug across his
muscular shoulders, accented the bronze of his sun-darkened skin
and the ebony gleam of his hair.
The hacienda stables were on the rise of ground that swept
upward into the grazing pasture. Robin stumbled when her openheeled huarache slipped off and clattered down the incline.
With a sigh Ernesto retrieved it. Frowning, he handed it to her. It
is so small, he muttered. It will not do for riding.
I was unaware of the change in schedule for today, she retorted

wryly, and he grinned.

That is true, he admitted. No matter. Perhaps a pair of boots
from the tack room will fit you. At any rate, we are closer to the
stables than to the house, so we shall proceed.
And since I do not own a pair of riding boots yes, lets check
the tack room.
Ernestos grin widened. Ynez has several pairs for you to try.
Surely you will find a good fit among them.
Robin glanced apprehensively back toward La Escondida. Ynez?
Robin doubted that the Mexican beauty would be willing to lend so
much as a shoehorn to her, to say nothing of a pair of expensive
boots. Or her fiance for a relaxing morning ride!
Do not he concerned, Ernesto said softly, reaching out to steady
her as she slipped into the retrieved shoe. Ynez and Seora
Gutierrez are overseeing work at the Gonzalez house today.
Now Robin, too, smiled mischievously. She felt like a conspirator,
bent upon slipping out from under the imperious, demanding control
of a governing force Ynez. Lets go, she said. She would ride
with Ernesto, drinking in the beauty and joy of the carefree morning,
holding it to her like a precious and unexpected gift.
Ernesto retained her hand as he led her up the ramp, past the
vacant stalls and into the dimly lighted tack room where he surveyed
the row of polished boots. He chose a slender pair in cordovan
leather, heels slightly slanted forward to grip the stirrup. Robin
kicked off her woven Mexican sandal and tried on the boot. Maybe
we could stuff the toe, she suggested.
Ernesto knelt to feel the fit of the boot. That will not do at all,
he murmured. It must be molded to the foot so that it is part of the
rider.
But Robins eyes were already on the last pair on the rack. They
looked to be her size, small, worn tan boots, hand-stitched in brown.
Maybe those, she said, pointing.
Ernestos face brightened. My mothers, of course. She rarely
rides anymore, but I like to keep those here. He helped Robin push
her feet into them; the fit was nearly perfect. Now we are almost
ready, he said with satisfaction. Come with me.
He led her into the corral where Roberto was working. What do
you think of La Mancha for the lady? Ernesto asked the groom.
Perfecto. Very good, Roberto agreed as he put his hand on a
brown-spotted mare. Shall I saddle her now, Don Ernesto?

Ernesto nodded as he turned slowly toward a magnificent, proud

thoroughbred stallion. He held out his hand coaxingly, and the great
horse galloped playfully toward him and nuzzled it for the treat he
knew was there for him. This is Tronido, he said. It means
thunder. He permits no one else to ride him. He patted the
animals nose affectionately and led him into the stable to be
saddled.
Robin was chagrined to discover that Ernesto was leading her
onto the narrowing trail that wound steeply up the mountainside
above the pasture. She was reluctant to let him know of her
inexperience in horsemanship, but she held her breath and clung to
the pommel as she followed his lead around the sharp switchbacks.
Looking back, Ernesto smiled reassuringly. Do not worry, Robin.
La Mancha knows the trail and is quite surefooted. Let her have her
head, and keep your eyes on me.
Robin did as he suggested and found herself relaxing as she
forced her gaze away from the steep drops. After a while she began
to enjoy the ride as she matched her movement to La Manchas,
trying to emulate Ernestos easy grace in the saddle. She found
herself admiring the way he sat his horse the slim waist and broad
shoulders; the dark, well-shaped head; the apparently easy and
complete communication between man and mount. Ernesto and
Tronido moved as one entity, proud and strong and sure.
Eventually the trail led through a thick grove of pines on a level
spread of ground. We are almost there, Ernesto promised over his
shoulder. Robins heart beat faster, but whether it was due to the
rarefied air or to an inner, expectant excitement, she could not tell.
Suddenly Ernesto and Tronido were out of the high forest, waiting
for Robin and La Mancha to join them. For a moment Robin blinked
in the blinding sunlight. Then she looked down into a lovely high
valley, its floor carpeted with flower-dotted green, its walls a
continuation of the pine woods through which they had just come.
Rising above the far wall to the east were the ragged snow-crested
peaks of the mountain range, standing like brooding guardians to
protect the little valley from unwelcome intruders. Robin could see
glacial streams threading their way down the rugged cliff faces like
tears that collected in the heart of the enchanted place, forming a
small, quiet lake. The intense blue of the water sparkled like a
gigantic sapphire that some mountain god had dropped when he
blessed the lush green valley.

Robin was so moved by the sheer natural beauty of the place that
she was unable to speak for several minutes. When at last La Mancha
shifted her stance, the spell was broken, and Robin turned to Ernesto
with shining eyes. I didnt know such a place existed, she
whispered.
I wanted to share it with you.
Robin looked wonderingly at Ernesto. He, too, had whispered. It
was as though neither of them wished to disturb some aura of magic
that pervaded the lovely valley. The look in Ernestos dark eyes was
softer than she had ever seen there, and the smile on his lips had no
trace of its usual mockery. Its very special to you, isnt it? she
asked.
Yes, he said quietly. Come, Robinita.
They continued side by side down the gentle incline to the shore
of the lake. Carlos and I came here as boys, he told her. Once our
father came with us, and we swam and fished. I almost almost
loved him that day. And once, much later, my mother offered to ride
with us. But Carlos found an excuse not to come. After a while she
did not ride anymore.
Now Robin understood the change in Ernesto that coming to the
valley had caused. There was an underlying sadness in his sunbronzed face that told of half-forgotten regrets for love denied, and
of a boys disappointment when he learned that a parent and a child
might never really understand each other. She longed to comfort him
for old hurts with a touch or a glance, but she could only say, You
and Carlos must have loved this place. It must have seemed
enchanted to two young boys.
Ernesto helped her to dismount. After tethering the horses in the
dappled shade near the edge of the forest, he joined her on an
enormous rock at the shoreline where she was pulling off her boots.
Going to try the water, Robin?
For answer she rolled up the legs of her slacks and slipped into
the clear blue of the lake. Gasping in the icy shock, she stumbled out
and into Ernestos waiting arms.
Laughing heartily, he held her for a moment. You might have
warned me! she sputtered, pushing him away. That is ice water,
and Im frozen to my knees.
You did not ask, he reminded her, still laughing. Let me help
with the circulation.
Robin was about to protest haughtily, but Ernesto picked her up

and set her back upon the stone. Kneeling, he massaged her numb
legs and feet until they began to tingle with renewed life. There, I
guess youve repaired the damage, she admitted with a half smile.
The lake is fed by the mountain snows, Robin. I am sorry I did
not tell you.
Perhaps Ill catch pneumonia, she said solemn-. ly, enjoying his
rare contrition.
Then I shall care for you myself, he promised, and restore you
to health so that you will come here with me again. Next time to
swim.
Swim!
You do not swim?
Of course I do, better than I ride! But in that frigid water, dont
you just congeal?
Ernesto laughed, and Robin had to join him. No, chiquita, it is
quite exhilarating after the first plunge. And it does warm up a bit
later in the day. And in the early evening this is indeed a magic place.
Yes, we will come again, and we will swim together. I did not think
of suits this time. It has been a long time since I have come here.
Robin turned her gaze to the mountain peaks. Did you ever
climb up there? she asked, motioning to the east.
I have been as far as the eagles aerie, he told her. A pair of
them live up there, and their nest is magnificent! Taller than I and
almost as broad as it is tall; a great unruly mass of sticks and
branches in a deep crevice among the crags. I waited until the young
were able to fly, and then one day after I watched them take to the
sky, I scrambled up an adjacent cliff to see their home place.
Alone?
Ah, yes! His eyes shone with remembered pleasure. Carlos
would not come. It is dangerous, he said, and besides, they are
only vultures. But I knew that they were eagles. The heads are large,
and they hold their great wings straight out. Yes, I knew they were
eagles.
Ernesto brought a blanket that he had tied behind the cantle and
spread it over the thick, cushioning grass. Then he brought the
saddles, and Robin found hers surprisingly comfortable to lean
against.
This is the most peaceful, beautiful place I have ever seen, she
said. Heaven could not be more lovely.
Ernesto said lazily, his eyes fastened on some remote spot in the

blue dome of the sky, Ah, then we will come again to visit you, my
friend.
Robin propped her head upon her elbow as she looked at her
companion. Do you talk to the valley, Ernesto?
His chuckle was low and mischievous as he turned to her, his eyes
like deep dark pools in which she was afraid she might willingly
drown. Not to the valley, chiquita. To the king of the valley. He
took her face in his hands and turned it to the sky. If you will look
just there, you will see my eagle, like a speck close to the sun. It was
to him that I spoke, Robinita.
Yes, I see him! She leaned back once more, and together they
watched the distant bird trace a pattern of immense circles against
the blue. Do you suppose he sees us, Ernesto?
Of course he does. His eyesight is beyond belief. I have watched
him plunge like a stone from immense heights and rise with a fish or
rodent that he had spotted in flight. He is the monarch of this valley.
We are his guests.
Oh, Ernesto, I understand that eagles are an endangered species
now, isnt that true? I hope nothing ever comes to disturb or harm
our eagles! she said fervently.
Ernesto turned onto his side, and again Robin felt that she might
drown in the depths of his rich brown eyes. A little smile played
around his mouth, but for a long moment he said nothing. Then he
reached out and took a lock of her silky hair between his fingertips.
Finally, I think there is something of the mother eagle in you,
Robin. She is fiercely protective of what she loves her nest, her
children and her mate. Eagles mate for life, and they maintain their
nest for life, rebuilding it and making it strong and safe for their
families. They are wonderful creatures.
Color mounted into Robins face as her long lashes veiled her
eyes. That was the way she wanted to be constant in love,
protective of the loved ones who depended upon her, happy in a
lifetime home. Ernesto had compared her to the eagle mother. Now
she found herself likening him to the male eagle, master of his own
high valley, strong, alone except for his own family, independent,
protective, the provider. A pair of eagles, soaring joyously together
Ernesto and she. Stop it! she whispered to herself.
Instantly he replaced the lock of hair. I did not mean to offend,
he said softly. I meant it as praise.
Please dont take it back, she said, contrite. What you said was

beautiful, and I will always remember it. But I dont deserve it. I I
was speaking to myself. I needed to stop my own thoughts, not
yours.
I see, he said kindly, but she hoped that he did not. She must not
let him see how much he was beginning to mean to her.
For a long time they lay quietly, watching the eagle. At last the
bird swung gracefully toward its aerie among the cliffs. After a short
disappearance it seemed to glide back toward the mounting sun.
That is the female, Ernesto explained. See, she is larger than
the first bird. It is the males turn to mind the eaglets for a while.
Good. She isnt stuck with the housework and the kids all the
time.
She enjoyed his rumbling chuckle. You would not allow such a
thing to happen to you, either, would you, Robin?
Must you compare me to your lady eagle?
You do not suffer by the comparison, chiquita.
They drifted again into companionable silence in the sunny
tranquillity of the valley of the eagles. They were lulled by the
lapping of the wavelets on the shore and the sweet song of the
mountain meadow-lark, punctuated occasionally by the splash of a
fish breaking the blue surface. Robin dozed.
She opened her eyes to find Ernesto looking down upon her with
a strange expression in his. eyes. What time is it? she asked as her
stomach did little somersaults under his unnerving scrutiny. I must
not be late for work with Carlos.
The gold of your skin, he said slowly, has deepened in our
Mexican sunshine almost to bronze. If it were not for your yellow
hair and your blue eyes, you could pass for one of us.
Oh, dear! she mocked playfully.
Mexico is a good land, he persisted, and you could learn to
love La Escondida.
I do already, she said as lightly as she could, pushing him away,
and immediately wishing she didnt have to do so. But she had never
been so dangerously aware of his strong lean form, and she had
sensed that one moment later his arms would be around her. Robin
did not want to be a casual flirtation to Ernesto again. Now we must
go back, she insisted, for I have work to do this afternoon.
With a sigh Ernesto got to his feet and collected the blanket and
saddles. We will return to swim one day soon, no es verdad, Robin?
And to watch our eagles?

You are the boss, she reminded him with impish humility, and
I dont see how we can neglect the work at the lab, but if you can
find a way
I can find a way, he said with an edge of exasperation. Do you
think that we must work every day of the week? And I told you that
the evening is best, when no one works. Not even you. He stopped
short, eyeing her as he pulled the girth tight. You are teasing. You
love this valley as much as I do. I could not make you stay away, is it
not so?
It is so, she said earnestly. Even if you are too busy, I would
like to come back sometimes.
We will come together, he said, helping her to mount. And
when the young have flown, perhaps I will take you to see the nest.
We will not go close enough to disturb, only close enough to see.
Will you be afraid, Robinita?
Not if you are there. When will we do that, Ernesto?
He pursed his lips as he looked down the trail toward La
Escondida. In the autumn, he said tersely.
Robin knew that, under the spell of the valley, they had forgotten
for a little while everything but themselves. And the eagles.
In late September Ernesto would marry Ynez. He would leave his
valley domain just as the young eagles forsook their own high aerie.
Would there ever be a time to return to the valley of the eagles
with Ernesto?

CHAPTER TWELVE
EVERY DAY Robin enjoyed her new life in San Miguel more. Some
of the days were hot, but the relaxing siesta time eased her through
the worst of them, and the frequent rains and the mountain breezes
often brought welcome relief. The brilliant blossoms in the patios of
La Escondida and Casa Amarilla were a constant source of delight to
her, and she cherished the times when she could help to tend them.
Robin was increasingly fascinated by her work with both Carlos
and Ernesto. The story that was unfolding under Carloss dictation
gripped her imagination as he wove together history, legend and
creative fiction with intricate care and skill. The result would be a
saga of great proportions, the story of the royal family of the Aztec

nation at the tkne of its downfall; it was to be interwoven with the

recorded perceptions of one of Cortess lieutenants, a compassionate
man trusted by his superiors and respected by his captives. Carlos
appreciated her keen interest and careful help. We are a good team,
he told her. I did not know how much I needed you, avita. I did not
think I needed anyone anymore.
But it was her morning work in the laboratory that absorbed her
most completely. Although Robin and Ernesto had not yet returned
to the upper valley, the memory of the beauty and camaraderie
shared was between them, establishing a sense of closeness and
understanding.
One day he carefully emptied a bag of small pieces of jade onto
Robins table. Some of the pieces were round with tiny, slightly offcentered holes, but most of them seemed to be fragments. Beads,
Ernesto? Suddenly she knew what they were. You mentioned once
that you had found a necklace. Is this it? she asked excitedly.
Where did you find it?
Ernesto touched a tiny, perfect bead reverently. I believe that I
have made a rare find right here on the property. This valley is part
of a large grant of land that was given to my family many, many
years ago. When such grants were divided, my family arranged to
keep this part, because legend says that it is where Mrida found
sanctuary when she fled from Tenoch-titln. There are several caves
on the mountainside, and I examined them many times, but I never
found a hint that Mrida had hidden there.
Four hundred years is a long time, though, Ernesto.
Shortly before you came to San Miguel, I found a cave that I had
not seen before. In it there were human bones. They had been
disturbed, perhaps by an animal. I found these beads among the
bones.
Mridas! Robin remembered the exquisite carving of a
necklace in relief on the bust of the young woman in the legacy
room.
I doubt that we could prove it. I took the bones to the university
for study, for I believe they are very old. The carbon 14 test will
establish their approximate age.
The jade beads mean that the person was noble or royal, dont
they? Robin felt her excitement rising. Oh, Im sure it was
Mridas hiding place!
Ernesto held up his hand in caution. No doubt many from the

court escaped to the north. It would be hard to prove that the bones
are Mridas. Although she may have hidden near here with her
servant and the little prince, she later went into the household of Don
Fernando de Tapia. It is possible that at her death she would have
been placed in an old cave. However, the body may have been that of
some other court personage. The establishment of the date will be
important. Meanwhile, I want to go back to the cave. I had no light
with me the first time.
I want to go with you, Robin said eagerly.
Of course. I will need you to hold the light and carry the camera
and to make careful notes.
Whats left for you to doT she teased.
The boss has all the fun and none of the work, he said with a
grin.
Robin bent over the jade pieces. Nearly all of the beads were
chipped or broken; only a few were perfectly round and smooth. She
began to clean them carefully, doubtful that she could ever match the
bits and fragments and arrange them according to their graduating
sizes.
If I ever get them repaired and strung, will they go to the
university museum? she wanted to know.
I think not, Ernesto said gruffly. I found them on my own land,
so I will keep them.
A part of the jade legacy. You think that, too, dont you,
Ernesto?
It is not scientific to form an opinion until there is adequate
proof, he warned. He sat opposite her, and together they worked on
the delicate lustrous beads. She watched his long slender hands,
amazed at how precisely the fingers worked, choosing, matching,
cleaning, fitting.
Ernesto, she said impulsively, breaking the companionable
silence, are you really going to work in the Mexico City office?
What will become of your work here? Surely you will not give up
your research?
Ernesto put down the tiny bead and pushed back his chair. His
heavy brows were pulled together in a deep frown. Ynez requires
the busy social life of the city, Robin. She herself is like a jewel, and
she requires a bright, rich setting.
But she is not jade. Not cool, deep jade, Robin thought. Diamond,
maybe. Clear and cold and sparkling.

We will not spend much time here. Perhaps a few weeks in the
summer, he finished. That is why I work here long hours now and
why I am grateful for your help. Do you think you can finish the
necklace before the wedding?
Before I return home? Robin said. I will try.
She was unprepared for the shock on Ernestos face. He rose and
paced to the door, turned and came back to stand over her. I thought
this valley had become your home, Robin.
I told you that Jody must go to school.
We have schools, excellent schools.
Ernesto, you will not even be here. Why should it matter to you

It does matter, he said gravely. You have been here how long?
Six weeks? You have no ties to the North. Your ties are here now.
You are one of us. My mother will need you and Jody when I am
gone.
Thats not fair, she protested. Jody and I cant take your place.
It is your work and your mother that you are leaving behind, Ernesto.
Your mother is an able woman; she will be all right. But your work
will suffer.
He looked at her strangely and left the workroom. She sighed and
looked down at the beads. She could hardly see them, for tears had
crowded into her eyes suddenly. Silly, she scolded herself, brushing
them away. How can I work when I cant see?
She worked steadily for two hours and then sat back to stretch her
cramped muscles. She wondered what had become of Ernesto. He
rarely left the laboratory during her work hours and often extended
his stay into the siesta time. Ynez constantly complained that he
neglected her, shifting angry glances at Robin as the obvious cause
of his neglect. Nevertheless, Ynez prolonged her visit to the
hacienda, enjoying morning rides on her favorite palomino from the
Lopez herd and spending considerable time supervising the cleaning
and refurbishing of her familys summer home. Many of the
Gonzalez relatives would stay in the spacious cottage during the
week of the wedding.
Robin supposed that Ernesto had had enough of her for the day. I
guess I had no business criticizing his decision to live in Mexico
City, she muttered, though it wasnt really any more meddlesome
than his telling me where I ought to live. She shrugged, turning
again to the jade beads. If he wants that social butterfly, and wants

to let her tell him what he should do and where he should live, who
cares?
She picked up a tiny bead that looked almost perfect and brushed
away a few grains of sand. Her sensitive fingers felt a rough spot,
and she put the little globe beneath a magnifier.
I care, she continued aloud, answering herself. Its wrong, that
marriage. Ive been here six weeks, and I have not seen much
affection between those two. It was an arranged marriage, dictated
by an ancient and, as far as Robin was concerned, outmoded custom.
Theyll fight all the time, she predicted. Ernesto is capable of
tenderness and fun and appreciation, and oh, why cant I keep my
life separate from these people? In a few weeks Jody and I will be
gone. We will probably never see any of the Lopez family again.
Robin had allowed the days and weeks to flow pleasantly, not
thinking about the summers end. Suddenly the sadness of leaving
was almost too much to bear. She and Jody had been happy and
busy; even more, they had been warmed by the affection they felt in
Doa Josefa. And in Jean and Bill. And Carlos. And yes, in Ernesto,
too. And Pablito was devoted to Jody. Ernesto was right about one
thing; their ties were all here.
Wiping her eyes once more, Robin turned her attention to the
magnified bead. The rough spot proved to be a carved symbol, rather
than a chip. She quickly put the bead in a nylon sieve and took it to
the washbasin. When it was cleaned and dried, she put it under
Ernestos high-powered glass.
Robin was enchanted at the beauty that the glass revealed. Two
perfectly matched, curled feathers were carved into the bead, the
shafts inlaid with a thread of darker jade. The work was so delicately
lovely that she could hardly take her eyes from the artistry.
Why would this one be different from the rest, she wondered.
Could it be the jewelers signature? Or an emblem of the owner?
That could be it! She cradled the bead on a square of cotton and
put it in a box on Ernestos desk. She hurried across to the house and
slipped through the dining room to the patio. The seora was talking
earnestly with Luz.
Have you seen Ernesto? Robin asked.
The seora looked startled. No, Robin. Wait, yes, I remember
now. He said he was going to the library.
Robin thanked her and made her way to the front of the house.
Ernesto? He was not in the library after all. Perhaps he was in the

rare-book room. She tried the door and found it locked. She was
about to turn away when she heard a slight sound from within. She
used her key to open the door. Ernesto stood glowering at the open
door to the jade room.
When I lock a door, it is because I want privacy, he said.
Ive found something, Ernesto. Maybe it is important. Robins
eyes shone with suppressed excitement. She told him about the
feather carvings on the bead. Maybe there is something like that on
the other pieces of the jade legacy. Is there, Ernesto?
I dont know. I dont think so, for I have never noticed anything,
but we will look again. He had caught some of her excitement.
Together they went into the jade room. Ernesto picked up the
iovely death bowl and held it to the light. Shaking his head, he
indicated that Robin should examine the idol, Tlaloc. This is your
discovery, he told her. You have the right to see where it leads.
She found nothing on the god with the protruding eyes. She
turned to the white cup. There is nothing on the orchid, Ernesto
reported. On the cup she found a tiny mark, but it resembled a
hieroglyphic. It was not the feather mark.
Disappointed, Robin sank into a chair. She felt the spell of the
legacy room even more strongly than she had previously. The
remarkable eyes of the young woman seemed to focus upon her, the
intaglio pupils slightly dilated as though in recognition. Robin felt
herself responding to the jade-carved smile. She reached out to touch
the narrow braid artfully looped around the glowing tresses.
Go ahead, check her, Ernesto said.
Robin picked up the head and turned it over. She was sure that she
would find the feather marks. She gave a little gasp of dismay when
they were not there.
Ernesto knelt beside her chair. Let me help, he offered. He ran
his finger over the base of the bust. Perfectly smooth there, he
murmured.
There was a place at the back of the neck where the hair fell
divided to show the continuation of the string of beads. Robin
touched each bead, searching. Here it is, she said, so quietly that
she might have been speaking about a lost safety pin.
Youve found it? Ernesto, too, spoke quietly, but his eyes blazed
into hers. Let me see. With his right hand he took her fingers from
the bead and held them tightly, while with his left he read the marks
as a blind man might read Braille. Yes, yes, you are right. There it

is.
It is her mark, Robin said. Mridas own mark.
We cannot be sure. It is too tiny. We will take it back to the lab to
magnify the mark. But, yes, it is curved; I believe it is the same.
It is the proof you were looking for.
Robin, none of the other pieces have the mark. Only the head. I
believe the double feather is the mark of the sculptor, not of the
owner.
But if he made the bust of Mrida
We are not sure it is Mrida.
It is, Robin insisted stubbornly. Ernesto grinned, and she did,
too. I know. Im not an archaeologist like you. But I know were
onto something.
You want it to be true as much as I do, Ernesto said. But why
should it matter to someone who will soon be hundreds of miles
away from this valley?
I dont know, except that its such a beautiful story. Its as though
all the suffering that Mrida and her people went through is
symbolized in the jade legacy.
Does it say nothing of the Spaniards who also mixed their blood
with the soil of this country? he asked softly.
Oh, yes, they are part of the passing down of the legacy, too. And
of combining the two great nations in one family.
Ah, then you approve the arranged marriages in this family after
all, he pointed out slyly.
Well, she temporized, I can marvel at the way it works in your
family, but I can also be glad that I am not involved. She had
spoken sharply. Apologetically she added, I have no right to be
critical.
Ernesto smiled slightly. Nevertheless, you are. He released her
hand and stood up. He went to one of a pair of deeply carved corner
cabinets; when he unlocked and opened it, Robin could see
microscopes and trays of magnifiers and archaeologists tools. He
selected a high-powered glass and fitted it into its eyepiece. Bending
to examine the jade mark, he said coolly, You are right. The jade
does not concern you. Unless you do as you once suggested and try
to steal it.
Robin did not bother to correct him. She had not suggested that
she might steal the beads, only that he might worry about it. She
would consider it a sacrilege to take the tiniest bead. Mridas jewels

were a part of the legacy.

Tomorrow we will go to the cave, Ernesto planned. The next
day is the beginning of fiesta, when we will do no work; and after
that I must take Ynez and the duenna back to Mexico City. There are
fittings and parties that require her presence.
Robin let a small sigh of relief escape her. Ynezs eyes seemed to
smolder when she looked at Robin; and Robin always felt a
quickening of tension when Ernestos fiancee was near her. If her
jealousy had been stirred by Ernestos kiss so long ago, she was
indeed a foolish woman, Robin thought. With her matchless dark
beauty she could be secure in knowing she could command the heart
of any man.
Any man? Any man she chose. But was she really choosing
Ernesto, or was she simply marrying him? There was a difference.
And if Ynez did not love Ernesto, did she love someone else? Surely
her fiery-Latin nature could not exist on money and position alone.
Robin glanced at Ernesto as he bent over the jade. How could
Ynez be unfaithful to such a man? Then she recalled Ernestos caress
the night Ynez had abandoned him in town. Could Ernesto be
unfaithful to Ynez?
Suddenly Robin set down the rare lavender jade blossom, for her
idle speculation had brought her to an uneasy conclusion. She
remembered the night Ynez had stood at the fork in the road,
loosening her cloud of hair, and then taking the dim left road to the
yellow house. Carlos? At the time she had wondered whether Ynez
knew that Carlos had returned.
The brothers and Ynez tad grown up together. Surely Carlos, too,
had been captivated by Ynezs beauty and vibrancy. Perhaps the
reason for the animosity between the brothers was far deeper than a
quarrel about the estate. If Carlos owned half the estate, he might
win Ynez for himself. Robin felt a keen sense of despair and loss.
She thought of Ynez as basically empty and self-centered. Its not
fair, she said aloud.
What is unfair, Robin?
Nothing, she said quickly, moving away from him.
Ernesto came to stand before her then. Look at me, amiga. You
have made a fine discovery, and you should be proud and happy. But
you are brooding about something. What is it?
His dark brown eyes were warm upon her. She felt her color
mount as she thought angrily of the woman who wanted to pour this

strong, talented man into a mold that was not of his choosing. A
woman whom she suspected of cheating him of the love and loyalty
that she owed him. Must you give up your work here? The words
were wrenched from her. Why cant you be the one to decide where
you will live and work?
Robin recognized the dangerous gleam in his eyes. She had gone
too far. The decision was mine, he said tersely. Have you never
learned that one must make compromises in order to gain whatever it
is that one prizes? Do you think that I do not want the beautiful
Ynez, the toast of Mexico City? And the jade legacy? I have
considered carefully, and my life is arranged as want it to be. His
eyes narrowed as he bent to lean upon her desk. His face was so
close to her own that she could feel his warm breath in his next
words. What right have.you to question the direction of my life,
seorila?
His harsh anger and his use of formal address crushed Robin.
Im sorry, she whispered.
His eyes continued to flash close to hers. She could almost feel
the electric impact. Perhaps there is one thing I have overlooked,
one thing I thought of small value, too elusive to consider. It was you
who reminded me of love. Perhaps that, too, shall be mine.
Robin did not doubt that Ynez was a passionate lover. But
somehow the thought of Ernesto and Ynez together was painful. It
was wrong. Robin shut her eyes against the fiery probing gaze. Yes,
of course, she murmured. Instinctively she knew that Ernesto v/ould
demand and give a great deal of love. In spite of his cynicism, his
passion would match that of the tempestuous Ynez. I am inclined to
meddle where I have no right. Of course you will have Ynezs love.
Look at me, Robin, he commanded in a low tone. She forced
her eyes to open and found his look quizzical now. Why are you
concerned with .what happens to me?
His eyes compelled her to answer. She put her hand to her throat
in an effort to prevent words that she could never recall, words that
she did not want to utter, words that she could neither condone nor
permit.
Its just just that I admire your work and your talents, and I I
want you to be happy, seor.
He took her face in his hands, and a faint smile touched his
mouth. We will not speak formally to each other ever again, Robin.
Forgive me. My anger is a wicked thing sometimes. And for your

admiration and your wish for my happiness, mil gracias, querida.

He kissed her lightly, but it was as though he had kindled a ame that
quickly encompassed her body. She felt trapped, unable to rise
because her legs had lost their strength. With a little gasp she turned
away from him.
Ernesto straightened at once. He walked to the door with a little
laugh. Do not be alarmed, Robin. I was touched by your kindness,
that is all. A small kiss is not cause for a troubled heart, is it?
No, she managed. But she knew that she lied.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AFTER LUNCH Robin lay upon her bed for a brief siesta before going
to Casa Amarilla to work with Carlos. Jody was curled up on her
own bed.
Robin scolded herself for having allowed her emotions to run
wild when Ernesto kissed her. She felt quite sure that casual
flirtations, even full-blown affairs, were as much a part of Ernestos
life as she suspected they were of Ynezs; but she had no intention of
being added to his list of conquests. Her feeling for him was too
deep. An affair that would have to end with his marriage would only
leave her devastated.
She promised herself that she would avoid all personal
discussions with Ernesto. She would put him out of her mind and
heart; it took only willpower. Everyone had it, but too few used it.
That had been a favorite saying of her fathers. Well, the next time
Ernesto took her face in his hands, she would find an excuse to busy
herself elsewhere. He would soon see that she wanted no more of his
kisses.
Robin got up and went to the dresser to brush her hair. She
examined her face and noted that the good food and clear mountain
air had brought a sparkle to her eyes and softened the angular
cheekbones. I look younger and healthier, she whispered, and I
have even put on some weight, she added, brushing her hands down
the fuller curves of her figure. La Escondida has been good to Jody
and me.
Robin was delighted with her sisters steady development. At first
the daily gentle rain showers had disturbed the little girl but she was

no longer afraid of them. Jean, always sensitive to the childrens

worries and fears, had told her class stories about happy, funny
adventures in the rain.
Miss Jean said she used to be scared of storms, Jody reported
with satisfaction. Then her teacher told her that when people are
afraid of something, its cause they dont see it right. She said we
could see lots of nice things in the rain.
I was the first to look. I wasnt scared, Pablito had chimed in.
I looked, too, Jody said quickly. See my drawing? We were
sposed to draw the pretty part, so I drew the silver rain, and trees
bowing, and bags of water.
Bags? Robin was thankful that Jody was identifying all the
hasty nervous splotches on her paper.
Sure, Jody said patiently. The clouds are black bags of rain.
And God cuts em with a gold knife, an then theres a bang. See
mine?
Lightning and thunder, Robin said. Of course. She was glad
that the showers had been gentle, with no displays of golden knives
and noisily split bags. Jody needed more time to adjust to violent
storms.
The little girl had been happy. She loved her class at the Instituto
and the daily rides in the high, bouncy truck, a pleasure second only
to riding El Caf.
The coffee-colored pony was sturdy enough to carry both
children. Once Robin had rescued a terrified guinea pig from what
Jody was sure Penny would consider a real treat. Pennys long
curved claws clung not only to El Cafes mane, but to her neck, as
well; a fact that probably accounted for the wild speed of that
particular ride.
Pablito adored Jody and usually took her word as perfect truth,
but he never stopped wondering at the identity of her pet. Are you
sure it is a pig? he asked Robin privately. I never saw no pig like
that before.
Doa Josefa was genuinely fond of Jody. Pablito was now
allowed to join his playmate in the library for stories and Spanish
lessons. Ernestos childhood storybooks were placed on the lower
shelves so that the children could find them easily.
Like Jody, Robin was happy in San Miguel. She loved her work
and often wished that the brothers would work together on the
Mrida story. Sometimes Carloss affectionate consideration made

her wonder whether he was thinking seriously about her, and she
thought dreamily of how it would be to be his wife, but then the dark
shape of Ernesto clouded over her mind, and she forced herself to
think of something else.
She had visited Jean and Bill with Jody, and it was they who
made her think about staying more than a summer in Mexico.
Why not? Bill asked reasonably.
First grade is so important, Robin began.
Jody is building security again for herself, Jean said slowly,
and that is important, too. Besides, our local schools are very
good.
Robin promised to think about it. However, she really felt that
Jodys schooling should begin in the States. She would have to talk
to her. After all, she had told her sister that they would decide things
together. But of course Jody was too young to know what was best.
In the high valley above San Miguel, the bell-ringing from the
town below sounded pleasantly distant, melodic. Robin had never
heard so many bells rung so constantly. She rose with the earliest,
and they helped her keep track of time through the day. Today they
seemed to be more rollicking than usual, for the village was
preparing for the grand fiesta.
The rumble of thunder to the west, beyond the river, competed
with the midafternoon bells. The sky darkened as Robin finished
getting ready for her work at Casa Amarilla. She paused in the
kitchen to ask Conchita to sit with Jody in case the child woke up
before the storm blew itself out.
Robin was just past the lab when the first spatters of rain touched
her. She turned to glance toward Jodys windows in time to see
Conchita close them.
Robin! Ernesto stood in the laboratory door, gesturing
imperiously.
I dont mind the rain, she called cheerily. Ill run.
He held the screen door open. Come here, please. It was the
tone he used when he would accept no argument.
The rain was coming down harder now, and Robin raced to the
open door, her hair streaming. Drops fell from her nose and chin. She
pushed her hair back, laughing. What a lovely rain! Do you have an
umbrella for me?
You will please never leave this door unlocked again, Ernesto
said angrily.

What? I I. Suddenly she remembered her haste in leaving

the lab in order to check the feather marks in the jade room. Oh, Im
sorry.
Have you no sense of values? Everything in this room is,
priceless and irreplaceable. Have you no feeling of responsibility to
antiquity? And to me?
Of course I have. I thought we would come right back. I forgot
about eating in my excitement. She looked at him pleadingly, but
his eyes were hard. Ernesto, I said Im sorry. Surely no one here
would take anything.
There could have been visitors to the showroom. Anyone might
wish to steal, given the opportunity.
Is anything missing? Robin asked.
I do not think so. Not this time.
Then please accept my apology. There wont be a next time, she
said stiffly.
That is very true.
Robin paused on her way to the-door. Are you saying that I will
not be working here anymore?
The rigidity left Ernesto then. No, I am not saying that. I need
you. Your work.
Then be reasonable, she snapped. What I did was wrong, and I
said I was sorry. I do try not to make the same mistakes twice, or
hadnt you noticed that? Im glad nothing terrible happened because
of my sin.
A dark flush spread up to the roots of Ernestos black hair. I told
you I was difficult to work for. He approached slowly, and together
they went to the screen door. Too difficult, Robin?
Sometimes.
But then, like the storm, my evil nature passes on. And once
again we are friends, is it not true?
Yes. Robin looked out. Already the dark clouds had drifted
across the mountains, and the afternoon was trying to banish the last
streaks of rain.
Ernesto put his hands lightly on her shoulders. The rain has
almost stopped, he said. See how it floats across the valley like a
silver curtain.
Jodys silver rain. Yes. This time it was a whisper. She
remembered her resolve to step away when Ernesto touched her, but
she hesitated, not wanting him to think that she was still angry.

Every day it comes, sometimes closing us in with our treasures,

away from the rest of the world for a little while. Dont let it shut
you away from me, Robin.
Sensing a need in Ernesto, and in herself, as well, that was greater
than she could deal with, Robin put her hand on the screen. Ill try
not to.
His hands tightened upon her shoulders, and he drew her away
from the door. Her heart was beating rapidly; the desire to touch his
hands reassuringly was almost overpowering.
He turned her around to face him, and once more his great dark
eyes burned into hers. A little moment with me, please, Robin.
He pulled her close, one hand smoothing back her wet hair. Tears
of anger and hurt blurred her eyes. Let me go, she said, trying to
keep her voice steady. This is nothing to you, but I dont play this
sort of game. She succeeded in pushing him away and turned to go.
Robin, wait.
I will not be a plaything for you or anyone else, Ernesto. If you
can understand and accept that, I can work for you. If not. She let
the implication stand silently.
As you wish, Ernesto said. Was it laughter that she detected in
his voice? Or was it something else? She was shaken, but she would
not turn to look at him. His eyes might melt her resolve. She could
feel them studying her.
Quickly she opened the screen door and escaped.
By the time she had walked to Carloss house in the hot sun, her
clothes and hair were almost dry. As she entered the patio, a flash of
red disappeared into the house.
Carlos touched her damp sleeve. You started out in the rain. You
could have waited, avita. My hours are not strict.
Next time you can count on it, she snapped, for she knew that
the red skirt belonged to Ynez.
Carlos looked puzzled, then amused. This lovely garden that you
have helped me restore attracts many birds and butterflies, he
remarked with a smile.
Was that a cardinal, she asked demurely, or a monarch?
Carlos laughed. Ynez is leaving after the festival. This was
he hesitated slightly a goodbye visit.
There is no need to explain, Robin said primly, heading for the
door to the study.
Carlos blocked her way. Wait, avita. There are things I wish to

say to you. Please sit down for a moment. Always we are so busy
with the book that there is no time. And then at night I remember that
I have not said them.
Robin sank into the new wicker swing and Carlos took the stone
bench. Was he trying to give Ynez time to escape unnoticed? For
what purpose, since Robin knew of her visit?
I have much to thank you for, Carlos began. Your faith in my
story, your help and especially your friendship. And this garden
patio, too. It is a gift, avita. You and the children and Luz have given
me this beautiful place with the work of your hands.
We loved restoring it. Robin looked around, drinking in the
fragrance of roses and honeysuckle and the songs of the
mockingbirds. It is the heart of the house, Carlos, she said
dreamily, a place where a family can be happy together.
Sometimes Carlos had needed an hour alone to work out a knotty
sequence in the story. At such times Robin went into the patio to
weed a patch of flowers. Luz often joined her silently.
Jody and Pablito had helped, too. Sometimes they played noisily
until Luz scolded them in rapid Spanish, afraid that they would
disturb Don Carlos. Then, after putting them to work with a weeding
claw or a dust cloth, she would set them down with fresh cookies and
milk.
Carloss book was progressing well. Robin was enchanted with
the story as it unfolded, and she admired the meticulous research and
care that he put into the historical background.
Jody loved both Carlos and Ernesto. Carlos let her and Pablito
romp through the house and hung a swing for them in one corner of
the patio. Ernesto was more reserved by nature, but it was he who
helped Jody learn to ride and encouraged his mother to relax the
rules where Pablito and Penny were concerned.
Tomorrow we will not work, Carlos told Robin. We will spend
the day in San Miguel at the fiesta, you and I.
But Im behind in the typing, Robin exclaimed in dismay. I
thought I would catch up tomorrow while you are in town. I can go
to the fiesta in the evening.
No one works during fiesta, Carlos said, frowning.
Ido.
Robin, is there no frivolity in you? No desire to shed
responsibility just once? To enjoy laughter just for its own sake?
Robin looked away. Even still, it seemed wrong to be carefree. It

was not easy to relinquish grief.

Carlos was at once contrite. Avita, if I have hurt you, I am sorry.
I wish that you could let a part of the joyful tomorrow belong to the
fiesta and to me. Let me show my appreciation. Let me show you
San Miguel in a party mood. Let me buy you a gift, and let me speak
to you from the heart and not from the pages of my book. The
golden sparks danced in his eyes. It is time, Robin, to put away
sadness. Please, let us enjoy the day together.
She looked up with smile. Youre pretty hard to resist.
You go! The guttural voice belonged to Luz; she had crept up
beside the hedge, and neither of them had noticed her. I make magic
for you, him. The old woman pointed to Robin and Carlos. Good
magic. You go.
Robin felt herself blushing, but Carlos grinned. Thanks, Luz. I
will take all the help I can get with the seorita.
Throughout the afternoon of work, Carloss desire to attend the
fiesta with her warmed her heart. Sharing the holiday with him
would be fun. Jody had been invited to go to San Miguel with
Pablitos family, for Robin had supposed that she would be working.
The afternoon would belong entirely to her and Carlos.
At eight oclock when Luz brought in the steaming coffee that
signaled the end of the workday, she muttered again, I make magic
for you. Got strong hechizo now.
After Luz had left the room, Robin looked ques-tioningly at
Carlos. What does hechizo mean? She was proud of her ability to
understand Spanish, but the word was new to her.
It means a charm. Luz fancies herself an hechicera, a sort of
witch. She uses articles that belong to a person and conjures up a
spell. It is a harmless practice that keeps her busy. Some people will
even tell you that her magic works, he added with a grin.
Ill bet you thought so, too, when you were small, Robin teased.
Luz wasnt here then, he reminded her. She came just before
my fathers death. I was not here when she came, but it was that
summer. Old sadness touched his voice. If she can magic
happiness for us at the fiesta, let her. Jody and Pablito have faith in
her spells. We shall see how powerful she is, eh?
Carlos walked partway to the hacienda with Robin, but the
lightness of his mood was gone. Whenever he thought of his fathers
death and the ensuing struggle with his brother, his mood became
heavy, brooding.

Soon Jody came scampering to meet them, and Carlos left to

return to Casa Amarilla. Robin, Jody said breathlessly, its going
to rain again, and anyway, suppers ready, so lets hurry up.
Youre not afraid of the rain anymore, are you, honey? Robin
asked.
Not if its quiet. Then its kind of nice, Jody confided. Last
time there was noise, but Conchita sang a song with me, loud so we
couldnt hear it. When its quiet Id like to go out in my bathing suit.
Can I?
May I, Jody.
Sure, you come, too.
Robin laughed. I was trying to improve your English, not your
plans, honey. I guess splashing around in the warm puddles would be
fun for you. Why not see what Pablito thinks of the idea?
He does it lots of times. Only he hasnt got a bathing suit. Jody
giggled. He said, I dont got no bathing suit. You better work on
his English stead of mine, Robin.
Well work on our Spanish, little sister. I imagine its worse than
Pablitos English.
Jody nodded. He says its pretty bad. But Im getting better. He
teaches me. Theyll both be bilingual before the summer is over,
Robin thought. He says Ill be okay by the time school starts.
Jody! Was it possible that Jody did not expect to return to the
States to school? You know that we planned to go home at the end
of the summer, dont you?
New York, you mean? Jody was astonished.
Maybe not New York, Robin said, remembering the crowds, the
loneliness, the noise and dirt.
Then where?
Some nice town where I can find a job and a good school for
you.
I like it here. Jodys eyes were suspiciously shiny in the dusk. I
thought we could stay if we likedit here.
I know, honey, Robin said as they entered the patio, but we are
United States citizens.
Cant we change that? Ill bet Doa Josefa will know how to do
it. She likes us to be here.
Robin recognized desperation in her sisters tone. Now she knew
how much Jody was counting on remaining right where she was.
Robin had promised the Scotts that she would think about remaining

in San Miguel, but she had never considered staying on at the

hacienda. Would Jody balk at leaving the seora?
Well talk about this again, she promised as she took Jody
upstairs to wash up before supper.
The little girl raced ahead and was cuddling Penny when Robin
found her. Penny says she likes it here bettern anywhere.
Frowning, Robin said, Hey, were postponing further talk about
this until later, remember?
Reluctantly Jody trailed down the stairs after Robin, stubbing her
toes noisily over the edge of every step. Dont do that, Jody, Robin
said sharply.
When she caught sight of Doa Josefa, Jody hurried to her and
slipped her hand into the seoras. Robin sighed, knowing that her
annoyance was unfair, and she remained preoccupied through the
meal, trying to think of how she could make Jody listen to reason.
She need not have worried about a confrontation that night, for
Jody did not wish to discuss their future. She was, in fact, strangely
quiet and docile as she climbed into bed. Good night, darling.
Please dont worry, Robin told her. I promised that we would talk
over all our decisions, remember? And we will.
Okay. Night, Robin. The blue eyes were already closed,
shutting out the problems and fears, shutting in the private fancies of
the child.
An hour later Robin descended to the cool serenity she expected
to find in the patio. But Ynez was there, pacing in the deep shadow
of the trumpet vine. Im sorry, Robin said, turning to leave.
No, wait, Ynez commanded tensely. She moved into the
moonlight, and Robin saw that her face was wet. Why did you
come? Why did you steal him away from me?
Oh, Ynez, Robin protested, You must not think that long-ago
kiss meant anything to Ernesto. It didnt. Nor to me, either, she
added hastily. She was glad that Ynez could not see the color that she
knew had suffused her face at the half-truth. She had struggled
valiantly to keep Ernesto out of her thoughts, out of her dreams, and
to keep their relationship on a business level.
She heard the sharp intake of the Mexican girls breath. You are
naive, Ynez stated. You are a pawn in the hands of an excellent
chess player, and you do not even know it. I should be sorry for you.
But perhaps you will not mind the moves that you will be required to
make, eh?

Robin faced Ynez angrily. She was being ridiculed, and she did
not know why. I dont know what youre talking about, she said,
her voice trembling. No one is trying to make me do anything.
Except you! You are trying to make me mad enough to pull your hair
out by the roots!
The lng-lashed black eyes appraised Robin coldly. You are
naive, she said again, but you have spirit. We should become allies
instead of rivals.
I dont recognize that we are rivals, nor that I need an ally at this
time, Robin told her equally coldly.
The full red lips curved in a cynical smile. Fool! Ynez
whispered.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ERNESTO WAS WAITING in the patio at seven in the morning. First
we will go to the cave. Perhaps later there will be time for work in
the laboratory. The bells of San Miguel gaily rang out the
beginnings of the fiesta day as Ernesto added, But you must have
time to partake of the celebration in town. The beads can wait. Will
you ride into the village with Ynez and me?
Carlos still insists on sharing the Volkswagen with me, she
replied.
Ah, then today you will cut short your work with my brother?
Robin nodded absently as she took the notebook and pen and
matched her stride to Ernestos down the left fork of the road. Do
you play chess, Ernesto? Or does your mother?
Ernesto looked surprised at the abrupt change of subject. Of
course. Why do you ask?
Something Ynez said, she said vaguely. I guess it didnt mean
anything.
He pursued the matter. Perhaps you are looking for a chess
partner? It is a game I enjoy. Try me.
! dont know how to play chess, Robin admitted.
Then I will teach you. A winter evening is best.
Winter? Have you forgotten that you will be in Mexico City and
I will be north of the border?
You have become part of our lives here, Ernesto said quietly.

There will be times when I am in San Miguel. I want to believe that

you will be here, too.
Robin laughed uneasily. You are not being realistic, Ernesto.
They had arrived at the base of the hill, and in one fluid
movement Ernesto lowered his bag of tools to the ground and
grasped Robins shoulders. Is it possible that you want to leave?
You and the little one like San Miguel. You like living at La
Escondida, is it not so? And the work that you do is important and
satisfying; I am sure of that. His dark eyes burned into hers. Why
must you run away from everything that is here for you, Robinita?
he demanded softly.
The pressing fingers, the penetrating eyes, required a response,
but Robin drew in her breath, confused. She was increasingly
uncertain about where she would direct her future. Everything
Ernesto had said was true. She loved the village, the beautiful estate
in the high valley and the work that she was doing with both Carlos
and Ernesto. And Jody wanted so much to make La Escondida her
home.
What are you afraid of, Robinita?
His use of the diminutive, an endearment, confused her even
more. My work for you and for Carlos will soon be finished.
There will be no reason to stay, she told him haltingly.
Carloss work will not be finished, and neither will mine. For as
long as you wish it, there will be work. And there will be a place at
La Escondida as long as you wish that, too. The tension of his long,
strong fingers tightened. In your heart you know that. I will make
you listen to your heart.
Ernesto released Robin as suddenly as he had touched her.
Picking up his tools, he began to climb up the steep path behind the
yellow house. Come, he said as he took her hand to help her over
the rough places. It is not far now.
The sun had not yet appeared over the high wall of the mountains,
and the slope was still in deep shadow. Nevertheless, the patch of
yellow daisies danced and bowed in a welcoming rhythm to the new
day. I know this place! Robin exclaimed. It was the high grove
where Carloss mother was buried. I can hear the waterfall. Its right
over there. The thin morning mist hid it from view.
I know. Ernesto shifted the bag of picks and brushes to the other
shoulder. The cave is just beyond the waterfall.
In minutes they were beside the wide clear pool at the head of the

falls. Do you mean there she pointed where the falls spills
out among the rocks? She remembered that Carlos had told her the
overflow disappeared into a cave.
Exactly.
Ernesto, isnt this Carloss property?
Ernesto shrugged. It is part of the land that belonged to our
father.
But now it is
Yes, I suppose it is his now, he conceded, annoyed. He was not
here when I discovered the cave. I am merely returning to finish my
examination of the place. Probably we shall find nothing more.
Robin gasped. Then you never told Carlos what you found on his
property? And removed?
Well, I am sure that you did! he retorted.
I told him about the bones and the beads, yes. But I didnt know
that the cave belonged to Carlos!
His mouth twitched with irritation. Your concern for my brother
is very touching, Robin. Those ancient bones are exactly where they
should be at the university. They could not possibly be considered
something owned by either Carlos or me. Now come with me.-We
will be in and out of the cave before my brother is even out of his
bed.
But the beads, Ernesto! You planned to keep them with the rest
of the jade legacy. You should consult with Carlos about this.
Ernestos frown was deepening. I found those beads, and they
will also be exactly where they should be. The jade legacy should be
of no concern to you, Robin. Now are you coming, or shall I
continue alone?
Ill come, she said hesitantly. But it would be so easy for you
to talk with Carlos, to ask him to come with us, too. Oh, Ernesto, the
two of you are deeply involved with the same story. Both of you
and I, too have almost come to know Mrida; and the things she
left are precious to all of us.
They belong together, he insisted stubbornly.
But she kept the beads for herself. They were separate from the
rest of the legacy. You never knew about them until a few weeks ago.
Would it matter so much if you talked with Carlos about them, and if
he decided to keep them? Wouldnt it be worthwhile if by talking
together the two of you became friends again?
Your loyalty to Carlos is admirable, Ernesto said icily. What

has he done to merit such complete support from you? Before she
could retort, he went on, I must point out that we do not even know
without doubt that the beads are Mridas.
All the more reason to talk to Carlos, she urged.
He did not answer. The veil of mist was thinning slightly, and
Robin cautiously crept after him down the jumble of slippery rocks.
Aeons of the pools runoff had worn a wide groove in the lip of rock
so that the water fell in a thick sheet to the mouth of the cave below.
There it gurgled and splashed into the darkness, concealing and
concealed by the mouth of the burial chamber.
Give me your hand, Ernesto commanded. He stood on a sloping
rock beside the water. Take care. He turned, flattening himself
against the wall of rocks, and slipped behind the cataract, tugging
Robin after him.
Surprisingly, they stood behind the spill of water, and although a
few trickles made their way across the floor of the cave and crept
away into the dark interior, most of it flowed behind an upthrust of
earth and stone and disappeared into a long crevice that took it deep
into the earth. Ernesto eased the pack from his shoulder and turned
on his powerful flashlight.
How did you ever find this place? Robin wondered.
The journal of Juan de Tapia, Mridas son, tells of her wish that
she could be buried in the place where she had found refuge after her
flight from Tenochtitln. It was he who was given the land, and he
left it to his heirs. I suppose I am not the first descendant to explore
the. many caves in these hills. One day I was riding higher up when I
saw El Caf, the pony, tethered down here. I looked for Pablito, and
suddenly he seemed to emerge from the waterfall. When I questioned
him he seemed frightened and would not say how he had found a
cave behind the falls. He said he was afraid there were animals who
used the cave, because he had felt bones in there. When Pablito left, I
went in to see for myself.
Carlos must have known about the bones in his cave.
Perhaps, Ernesto said impatiently. Is my brother always in the
front of your mind? Restlessly he moved around the cavern,
scrutinizing the walls and floor in the light of his flash. I rarely
came to this part of the estate when we were young. After all, it had
been the scene of the part of my fathers life that was not easy for me
to accept. One time I did come. Carlos had disappeared, as he
sometimes did, and I went to look for him. It was not long after he

came to live at the hacienda, so I came this way, thinking that he

might have returned to the yellow house for something. I found him
in the clearing, the place you recognized. He was crying, and he was
angry and ashamed that I had found him.
His mother is buried there, Robin said softly.
Later he told me. That day I did not know. His voice was sad,
betraying regret for cold words beyond recall.
Ernesto set the flashlight down on his pack and turned to Robin.
Sometimes, he said slowly, I have been misunderstood, and I
have not bothered to make myself clear. He moved closer, the giant
dark shadow of him shrinking to life size beside her so that it seemed
as if there were two Ernestos confronting her, overwhelming in their
brooding double intensity. There are things I must say to you,
querida. As Robin took a backward, protesting step, he reached for
her shoulders once more and held her in place. You must let me say
them now, before we probe the back of the cave, the back of history.
I have thought about what you have said to me, and I know now that
you are right.
About Carlos? Robin wished that the light would spread
upward so that she could read his face.
Ernestos fingers dug into her flesh as he gave Robin an angry
shake and drew her closer. Although his face was inches from her
own, the shadow still veiled the features. Nevertheless, she could
sense his scarcely leashed anger in the heat of his breath on her
cheek and the cruel pressure of his fingers. Must Carlos always be a
ghost between us? he demanded harshly.
You had been speaking of him yourself, she defended meekly.
What is it that you mean, then?
His grip relaxed slightly as his fingers moved down her arms. She
could not mistake the caress, nor could she reject it. It is of myself
that I speak, and of you, querida. His voice was deep, intense.
Robin knew that she should change the direction of his speaking, but
she was powerless to do so. She felt almost disembodied, without
substance here in the dimness of the ancient cave; she was one of the
shadows, part of the silence, at the mercy of the double shadow that
held her.
Although I know that Ynez does not love me, the marriage will
take place regardless, Ernesto continued. But perhaps I have not
given sufficient importance to love. It counted for little between my
parents. Perhaps I clung too closely to their example, willing myself

to ignore completely the part of my fathers life that dealt with love.
I did not understand what it is to love. Until now.
Ernesto
Let me finish, querida. Again queridabeloved. He must not
there was Ynez. I have seen your love for your sister. Through
your eyes I have seen the love of Mrida for the king and later for
Don Fernando and for her children. I have even come to respect the
love of my father for Carla Martensen. And now I know that love is
growing between you and me, is it not so?
N-no, she said unsteadily.
Do not deny it, Robinita, he said huskily, his hands moving
down her arms, creating paths of flame where they caressed her.
Did I not feel warmth in your kiss the night Ynez left me to walk
home from the village? I do not think I was mistaken.
Ernesto, Robin pleaded, you were angry with Ynez that night,
so you turned to me; and I was lonely. We must not make anything
more of that time. Please dont say any more.
So quickly that she was not conscious of movement, Ernesto
swept her against his chest and kissed her passionately, demandingly.
With her free arm Robin pushed against him, but it was as though
she struggled with a shadow that enveloped her. She knew that she
could not free herself. It was useless to try. She closed her eyes,
submitting to the moment and to the timelessness of the cave,
knowing intuitively that when it was over, it would be as though it
had never been at all. Ernesto, she murmured, and with the
whispered word his tongue found secret entry, tasting, exploring the
sweet warmth of her mouth, and she found herself giving a
welcoming response.
Her arm crept around Ernestos neck as she drew his head closer.
She struggled to release the arm that he had pinned to her side, and
with a deep groan of pleasure he allowed it to escape. She moved her
hand along the rough fabric of his sleeve, clutching, reaching for
substance.
She needed to know the contours of his face, and her fingers crept
over his shoulders and up his neck, tracing the jawline, the cheek, the
closed eyes, the thick dark hair over his brow. She grasped his hair. It
was substance; it was proof of the reality of Ernestos embrace.
She pressed his head closer, closer, as she opened her mouth to
receive his exploring tongue, glorying in the wonder of acceptance
of a part of his body, her entire self throbbingly aware of her desire

to accept him completely.

It seemed as though the chilly walls of the cave with their alien
shadows receded and that the warm light of the flashlight intensified,
molding Ernesto and Robin into one being in its center. Ernestos
hands moved circularly on her back, pressing her against him.
Impatiently they moved downward, molding her trembling thighs
against his own hard-muscled legs.
With a gasp of shock she struggled briefly to release herself, for
this was beyond her experience. Ernesto laughed softly. Do not be
afraid, my darling. I want you, and I know that you want me, also.
We can be together a great deal, he whispered. I will come to you
often.
Ernesto, please, she pleaded, no, we mustnt.
She felt him go rigid, and his arms were steel bands binding her
against him. Is it that you tease me? he demanded hoarsely. Is it
Carlos again? Has he already claimed you, my pet?
The fire that his caresses had ignited within her flamed into a
holocaust at the insult. It had to be released, and she struck him
across the face, hard.
Instantly she found her arms pinioned once more to her sides, and
she could hear the grinding of his teeth before he spoke, his breath
hot against her ear. I will teach you not to strike a lover! I will teach
you many things, things that my calm and dignified brother does not
know! Roughly he pushed Robin against the rock wall. One hand
moved over her face, knowing its outlines in the dimness,
descending to her throat, feeling for her breast, kneading its softness.
Impatient with the barrier of her clothing, Ernesto fumbled with the
buttons of her blouse as he leaned against her.
Robin felt a strange new and overpowering excitement mingled
with fear. She longed for the taste of his mouth once more, wished
that his hand would quickly touch the skin of her breast, hoped that
she might give herself wholly to him. And yet she was afraid. She
was a virgin, a clergymans daughter, regarded by her youthful dates
with innocent enjoyment and affection, but also with sexual taboo.
She had never been stirred as she was now, and she was frightened.
Her own desires were overwhelming her, and she feared that the path
down which they led was one upon which there was no return.
With a slight tug she freed the arm that had been locked against
the wall. Her skin was scraped, but the pain was nothing compared to
the pain of her longing. She grasped Ernestos hand and guided it to

her breast, arching her body against his, moaning as she reached for
his mouth.
Mi alma, mi vida my soul, my life you must never leave
me, he whispered. Let me make you mine. Now, my beloved.
She felt her knees and her will turn to water. She began to sink
slowly as Ernesto pressed her downward. Please, she begged
feebly, uncertainly, for the last time, no, Ernesto. We must not. But
she knew that the words were useless, for her body was denying their
meaning. With a twist of his hand he caught her pressing fingers and
guided them in a slow path-down his own chest and to his firm, flat
stomach and his slender waist.
She resisted, her fingers struggling away, creeping around his
waist to his back, seeking safety from final betrayal of her
innocence.
Get off my land, Ernesto! Carlos stood just inside the curtain of
water, his voice distorted and magnified with anger as it was hurled
against the hard walls of stone.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE BROTHERS GLARED at each other. Robin slipped away from
Ernesto. I am doing a study of this cave. You have no right to stop
me, Ernesto said.
Carloss laugh was staccato with irony. Your methods are very
strange! Now get out!
I tell you I found Mridas bones in this cave. They are being
tested and dated at the university. Check the truth of this if you
wish.
Carlos snatched the light from the pack and held it high, searching
the floor of the cave. You took her away! he said grimly. You
desecrated her grave. How cfould you, Ernesto? You would do
anything for a little fame, a little.money, is it not so?
You knew about this place, about the body? Ernesto sounded
incredulous. When did you find it? Why didnt you tell me about
it?
Again Carlos laughed bitterly. I discovered it after my mother
died. I thought about telling you, but sometimes I needed to be alone.
You could almost always find me, except when I came to this secret

place. So I kept it to myself. He took a step toward Ernesto. When

I returned from New York, I came here, and it was as I had left it.
When did you rob my cave, brother?
It is not robbery to unearth a valuable archaeological find! I
found the cave after you left for Mexico City.
Carlos let the light sweep over the floor again. You took the jade
beads, too, of course.
If the bones are indeed Mridas, the necklace is part of the jade
legacy, Ernesto insisted coldly.
No, it is not. But you will make it so, Carlos said tonelessly.
You have everything, and yet you want more. He flashed the light
briefly on his brothers face. Even Robin. What sort of monster
have you become? Have you forgotten what it did to our mothers
when they shared a man? My mother had to give birth to a bastard.
And Josefas life has been twisted and selfish.
Do not speak of my mother that way, Ernesto commanded.
She has done much for you.
Stop it! Robin cried. Why must you always fight? A little talk
could settle all but you insist upon making an issue of everything.
Cant you remember the love you once had for each other? Is it
completely dead?
Dead dead dead? The word echoed from the depths of the
cave.
Robin went on more quietly, Please dont antagonize each other
this way. Dont you realize that in one minute it could be forever too
late to make amends? Her voice broke.
You ask the impossible, Ernesto began, but he held out his hand
to Robin.
No, listen to me, she begged, backing away. It can happen. Do
you know why Jody cant bear the loss of our parents? She wanted to
go with them that day in January. When they didnt take her, she was
angry and shouted that she hoped they would never come back. And
they didnt. Robin was openly crying. It can happen to any of us,
and the loss is terrible.
Jody is too little to bear such misery, Carlos said. She must
share her pain.
Ive tried, Robin said. She knows I heard, but she wont talk
about it.
Perhaps I can help. In the midst of his own anger and hurt,
Carlos was concerned for a grieving child, and Robin was deeply

grateful. Meanwhile we will leave this place. Now, he added

firmly.
I am going to explore this cave, Ernesto said decidedly.
We will speak of that later, as Robin suggests, Carlos told him.
Later.
With little grace, Ernesto snatched his light from Carlos and
stalked out through the misty curtain. Without a backward glance he
climbed over the rocks and headed for the road back to the
laboratory. Robin and Carlos left the cave, too.
Robin turned to Carlos. Im sorry, she murmured, sorry that I
went with him when I knew he had not asked permission from you. I
should have got him to talk with you first.
Do not blame yourself, avita. Not for anything. My brother is
used to doing as he pleases.
Robins look was full of gratitude. Carlos absolved her from guilt
for all that had happened in the cave. Yet in her heart she knew that
the guilt was hers as well as Ernestos. She looked after Ernesto,
ramrod straight as he marched down the road. Precise, unbending,
darkly handsome, imperious. A difficult, complex man. Whoever
dealt with Ernesto would have to know how to make compromises
and adjustments. Could she make them? Must she?
Robin recognized her growing love for Ernesto. She dared not
analyze her thoughts completely. She could not deny the stirring of
her own feelings when his lips and arms caressed her. If Carlos had
not intervened.
Id better go, she said. How did you that is, did you see us
enter the cave? she asked, blushing.
Carlos looked at her steadily before answering. Luz told me that
you were coming this way. She always prowls around early in the
morning. I thought you might have convinced Ernesto that he and I
could talk together. I came to meet you, but I saw that you took the
trail up to the grove. followed. He paused to help her over the wet
stones. I am looking forward to sharing the fiesta with you, he said
softly.
She was relieved that Carlos was not going to discuss the scene in
the cave. Ill come as soon as I can, she promised.
She looked back once to find Carlos still standing with his back to
the falls. The sun had risen above the mountains now, and its warmth
had chased away the mists. She waved before rounding a bend that
hid her view of the high grove.

Arriving at the laboratory, she opened the screen door slowly and
stepped hesitantly inside. Ernesto faced her from across the room,
but she could not meet his eyes. She turned toward her desk. No,
Ernesto said, we will not work today. But do not go. We must talk.
All right, Robin agreed, keeping her eyes averted. She dreaded
talking about the cave scene, and yet she knew that it was necessary.
She pulled her chair away from the table so that she would not
disturb the still-covered beads.
Although she could not distinguish the frown on his face, she
heard it in his voice. Your words often disturb me. Too often they
do that.
She waited, not knowing his reference.
I suppose you were right, he said grudgingly. I should have
spoken to Carlos about the cave. Perhaps now I shall never be able to
reexamine it.
Relief flooded over her. She would not have to speak of her
personal feelings just yet. You can still talk with him, she
suggested eagerly. He is reasonable, easy to talk to
And I am not. It was not a question. He sighed then. It is true.
Even when we were boys, I was the impatient one, the proud one. If
there was a quarrel, I always knew that Carlos would come to me.
And this time he didnt. You counted on it, didnt you, Ernesto?
She pitied the proud man who yearned for compromise but could not
inaugurate it.
Of course not. He brushed the unwelcome suggestion aside. He
was silent for some time. She watched the morning light make a
bright background for his head; inadvertently she smiled, reflecting
that the halo effect was becoming, but inappropriate.
You spoke of death, Robin. He stopped abruptly. Why are you
smiling? Sometimes I think you have secrets inside you that I will
never understand.
She sobered and chose not to discuss whatever secrets he thought
she had. What about death, Ernesto?
You were close to your parents; their death affected you and
Jody deeply, is it not so?
Oh, yes. But you, too, lost a parent. You can understand.
I was not close to Don Fernando. I do not think it was the same.
But if I did lose someone, through death or even through separation,
and if I had wronged that one, or let that one go without the
knowledge that I I cared his thoughts came slowly, jerkily,

feeling their way into articulation that would be unbearable. His

voice sank very low. Poor little Jody.
Robin bowed her head. Someone once said that we should live
each day as though it will be our last. I know we cant do that all the
time. But it seems to me that the best thing we have in life is love,
and that wherever we find it, we should do all we can to keep it
alive. She stood up and paced back and forth in agitation; the words
were out before she realized that Ernesto might easily mistake her
reference.
Dont you see, Ernesto? Though Jody is only a child, the angry
words she spoke that day will hurt her for years. But you and Carlos
are adults. You had years of comradeship together, and yet you let
money and property divide you. Is it really worth all the unhappiness
it has caused?
It is a great deal of money, he said dryly. But it is not just the
property. He accused me of destroying the will and of robbing him.
That is a matter of honor.
Neither of you really had faith in the other, did you? Perhaps,
then, you did not really love each other after all. Perhaps you do not
know the meaning of love.
Ernesto stepped away from the window and put out his hand to
make her stop and face him. And you, Robin what do you know
of love?
She drew back. I was speaking of you and Carlos. When either
of you talk of your boyhood, your memories seem warm and
pleasant. And even now your interests are similar. You could enjoy
lifelong friendship, sharing everything.
She looked into his face now, and saw the tuck at the corner of his
mouth, the narrowed eyes with mocking light behind them. Is it
possible that you are in love with my brother? he asked.
If I were, I doubt I would discuss it with you, she said. Why
must the blood darken her face and betray her disturbance at the
blunt query?
There have been no letters from a man in the States, Ernesto
observed coolly, and you will not accept me as a lover without
struggle. What, then, do you know of love, Robin?
There it was, the reference to her near surrender in the cave. She
chose to attack rather than defend. You have been examining my
mail! she accused.
He shrugged. Why not? It is exactly what you yourself did when

you first came to the hacienda.

Lazily he strolled to the cioor and leaned against it, blocking her
escape. You have not answered my question, Robin.
She squared her shoulders and tossed her head. About love?
Maybe more than you do. Maybe less. You spoke of honor a moment
ago, Ernesto. Well, I know something about that. I know that when a
person is engaged to be married, it is less than honorable to to try
to seduce someone else. Whatever love is, it is not a toy to be
enjoyed for a little while and then cast aside. If it doesnt go deeper
than that, it cannot be love.
So you thought I was trying to seduce you! he said angrily.
Yes, she said faintly. After her frank accusation she felt
suddenly weak. She had been unprepared for his anger; she had
expected an apology. Perhaps even ridicule. I told you that
Not five minutes ago you told me that wherever one finds love,
he should do everything he can to keep it alive. But you do not live
by your own rules, do you, Robin? You do not recognize love when
it springs to life within you, do you? Or perhaps you do, and you
have decided to snuff out that life rather than nurture it to fruition.
You are a fool, Robin, and a coward!
Her temper blazed as hotly as his own. What are you saying? Do
you think for one minute that I that I am in love with you?
Who can answer that question better than yourself? he flung
back. When your lips whispered no, your arms and your hands,
your eyes and your heart said yes. No would have been overruled by
your body, and that would not have been seduction on my part, nia
ma!
Robin was almost speechless with rage. She stamped her foot and
managed, No! That was blind passion, not love!
Ernesto straightened, rigid as a statue. Are you saying that your
response was not especially for me? he demanded icily. Is it the
way you respond to any mans caresses?
Yes! she lied. Save yourself for Ynez, Ernesto, and leave me
alone!
She watched the color drain from his face, knowing that she had
succeeded in wounding his pride. Go to Carlos, then, he said
through clenched teeth. Take your pleasures with him. He strode
out the door and down the lane to the stables.
Robin patted cool water on her hot face at the sink. He had no
right to needle her about the episode in the cave. What made him

think that she would welcome his amorous advances, anyway? Could
he read her eyes, hear her quickening pulse whenever he was near?
Or did he simply think that she or any girl was easy to seduce?
She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the truth. Ernesto had been
right. If when she surrendered, and she surely would have, it
would not have been seduction. She wanted Ernesto as much as he
wanted her. Probably more, for he would be her first love. Perhaps
her only love, for she could not imagine caring for anyone ever again
the way she cared for him. And yet he belonged to Ynez. He had told
her himself that he wanted marriage to Ynez. He had meant that his
desire for Robin was immediate but temporary. She had to
discourage Ernesto. For her own sake, and for his, she had to.
Robin sat down at her desk. With a sigh she uncovered her work.
Instantly she knew that something was not right.
She had made a little groove in a strip of Styro-foam, and had
carefully lined up the finished beads according to size to make her
stringing task easy when she had repaired all the jade pieces. The
fragments and unrepaired beads were partially assembled in small
groups. Careful as she was in covering and uncovering her work, her
arrangements were rarely disturbed. Except now, today. Some of the
little finished globes had been spilled from the Styrofoam strip.
Quickly she picked up the small glass cup in which she had
placed the feather-marked bead. It was to be the center bead, flanked
by all the others. The bead was gone.
Robin gasped, shocked. She sat down and counted the finished
beads. As nearly as she had been able to judge, there would be a
string of two hundred and fifteen beads when she had completed her
work. Some would have to be repaired with bits of jade that Ernesto
had ordered from a local craftsman. The new grinding-and-polishing
wheel was already bolted to her table. She had counted eighty-four
finished beads earlier this week. Now there were only seventy-three.
Eleven were missing.
Hastily she checked the floor and Ernestos desk.
It was possible that he had taken them for some reason. She got
the soft dust mop and cautiously went over every inch of the floor,
but the beads were not there. Surely Ernesto must have them! She
hoped he would come soon and relieve her anxiety.
At breakfast time she was disappointed that Ernesto did not join
the others for the meal. His mother had not seen him, nor had Ynez.
Robin could not enjoy the delicious pastry and chocolate and fruit.

She excused herself and went out to check the garage. The gems
were her responsibility. It was she who had neglected to lock the
laboratory door the previous day.
Roberto told Robin that Ernesto had taken the spirited horse,
Tronido Thunder and ridden into the mountains. Like his father,
he rides as the devil rides when he is upset, Roberto said, shaking
his head. Tronido is the son of the horse that Don Fernando rode to
his death. I do not like the way Don Ernesto rode today.
Alarm gripped Robin. Ernesto had been extremely angry at the
cave; and although he had seemed more calm during the beginning
of their talk in the laboratory, the fiery spark of anger had been
rekindled to an even greater heat when he left her.
I offered to ride with him, but he said he wanted to be alone,
Roberto said. Sensing her distress, he added, If Don Ernesto does
not return soon, I will look for him, seorita. Do not worry. He is a
good horseman.
There was nothing to do but return to the workroom. Her own
riding ability was inadequate for the heights, although she had often
ridden alone as far as the lake above the pasture since the first time
with Ernesto. Impulsively she asked, When you found Don
Fernando that day, did he say anything, Roberto? Can you
remember?
Si, he said sadly. He was hurt so bad. He was a good man. We
all loved him. He shook his head to dispel the memory. I dont
think he was clear in the head.
Try to remember what he said, Roberto. Please.
Well, he said, You an Ernesto, and then he cried a little. Maybe
he thought I was Carlos.
Were you with him until the end, Roberto? Did he say anything
about his will?
Not to me, of course, Roberto said shortly.
I guess I should not have asked, Robin said. Its not just that I
am curious. You must have heard the rumor that Don Fernando had
intended to divide the estate between the brothers.
Roberto inclined his head slightly, but he did not reply. Suddenly
a rider appeared high on the ridge behind the upper meadow.
Excuse please, seorita. I must take care of Don Ernestos horse,
and Roberto strode away toward the stables.
Robin returned to the lab to wait, but it was almost noon before
Ernesto entered. Although he had changed clothing and freshened his

appearance, he did not seem to have relieved his tension by his race
through the high mountain paths.
I told you we would do no work today, he said stiffly. Why are
you still here?
Ernesto, did you take some of the beads? She indicated her
uncovered table.
What are you talking about?
Eleven of them are missing. Surely you have them. Her voice
trailed off as she watched his face. Shock, disbelief and anger
struggled for mastery. I havent been here since yesterday
morning, she finished weakly, so I didnt know until a little while
ago that they were missing.
You left the door open yesterday, he reminded her coldly.
But you said nothing had been taken, she pleaded.
Your table was covered and apparently undisturbed. I did not
detect anything amiss.
Ive looked everywhere, she said when she saw him glance
beneath her desk. I dont think they are in this room. Oh, Ernesto,
Im so sorry!
Sorry! He snorted derisively. When they are back in the
laboratory, then you may take the time to be sorry! Find them! With
a visible effort he controlled his fury. He took a step toward Robin
and grasped her arms. I did not believe that you would do this to
me. You know what that jade means to me.
His fingers dug into her flesh, and the pain combined with her
misery and guilt about the missing gems made her eyes sting with
unshed tears. I never should have left the door unlocked yesterday,
and I am sorry, Ernesto. I would do anything to undo my
carelessness or to find the beads.
Abruptly he released her. Then see that they are returned at
once.
Ifonlylcould!
Do not pretend with me, Robin! he cried. We will erase this
from our memories if the beads are returned.
Robin caught her breath. Surely you cant think that I that I
took them!
Ernesto turned on his heel and left the building. Robins breath
came in gasps as she paced the room, her nails digging into the
palms of her hands. No, she whispered, he could not believe
that. But she knew that he did.

Automatically she covered the beads on the work-table and turned

off the light. She went out, locking the door and carefully testing it.
She felt lightheaded, as though her actions were completed without
direction from her mind.
She turned her steps toward Casa Amarilla. When she rounded the
final curve, her heart lifted. Carlos was coming to meet her. Carlos
was never cross or critical. Carlos always made her feel better.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CARLOS WAS SMILING. Ive been watching for you. Then, noting
her stricken face, he sobered. What is it, avital
I left the lab door open yesterday, and some of the beads are
missing. Ernesto thinks I stole them. She was shivering, even
though she felt detached from what had happened and what she was
saying. I didnt, she finished.
Of course you didnt, Carlos said quietly. Even a fool should
know that.
Only eleven are gone, Robin went on. I dont know why
anyone would take only a few.
They are extremely valuable, Robin. Perhaps the thief thought
they would not be missed. As they walked to the yellow house,
Carlos mused, As a boy I must have broken many of the beads
myself. I did not at first see them. My flashlight was small and dim.
The string had rotted away, and I must have ground them against the
stone and debris with my shoes. When I found them after a while, I
put them with the bones.
Ernesto should know that I would never take Mridas treasure,
she grieved.
Carlos held open the carved oak door. Come and tell me
everything, he invited. Over coffee and Luzs sweet corn cakes
Robin told of her discovery of the theft and of Ernestos accusation.
I am sorry that Ernesto has hurt you, sorry that his words mean
so much to you, he said when she had finished.
Robins trembling had stopped; sharing her misery with Carlos
had released her numb tension, and tears began to roll down her
cheeks. Carlos came to her and drew her to her feet. He held her until
her sobs lessened. Im ashamed, she whispered.

Tears are for release, not shame, he said gently, handing her his
handkerchief. Perhaps together we can think what happened to the
jade. Were there strangers at the hacienda, buyers at the showroom
yesterday?
Robin shook her head. Yesterday I was eager to tell Ernesto
about a little marked bead that I had found, she remembered. I
went through the patio to find him, but only Doa Josefa and Luz
were there. Then I found Ernesto in the jade room.
Carlos frowned. The beads could have been stolen anytime while
the door was unlocked, I suppose. He sighed. Let us put this
problem out of our minds for a while. The fiesta is waiting, and I will
hold you to your promise to enjoy it with me.
Carlos, how can we just forget?
We are going to try. It is a strange thing, this theft. It is as though
a handful of the beads were spirited away. Ah, well, even if the beads
are never recovered, Mridas necklace will be long and beautiful.
When Robin still looked unhappy, Carlos added slowly, There is
another way to recapture Ernestos regard, if that is what you want.
How? she asked, surprised.
Come with me. Carlos led her out of the kitchen, past Luz
dozing in her chair and out to the upland path. He had tucked a
flashlight under his arm, and after a strenuous climb they stood once
more on the rocks beside the waterfall.
I will show you what is in the cave, Carlos told her. I know
that Ernesto has the right as an archaeologist to examine this ancient
place, and eventually he will do so.I would have agreed had he asked
me. But to force his way here will take legal time; meanwhile, if you
will give him what is in the cave, he will be pleased and grateful, I
am sure.
Whatever it is, you should be the one to give it, Robin said.
What he thinks of me is of no importance to me anymore,
Carlos told her. His opinion of you means a great deal to you. I
know that.
Carlos, she protested, it means a great deal to you,too.
Come, he said, switching on the flashlight and sliding behind
the falls. She followed closely behind him.
I found this cave when I was a boy, he told her when they stood
in the round stone room. The soft light of day filtered in through the
water, making patterns that moved on the walls. I used to come to
the quiet grove often. Ernesto didnt like my coming. He said it made

me too sad. I tried to hide from him, and once on a hot day I simply
stood in the falls until he went away. That is when I found this cave.
I suppose it had gone unnoticed for centuries. I wonder how Mrida
could have found it so long ago.
You think it was Mridas hiding place, too, dont you, Carlos?
The place where she asked to be laid after her death? When Carlos
looked puzzled, she said, Surely you have read her sons diary,
havent you?
It is too fragile to be read, even by a descendant, he said. It is
in the museum in Mexico City. I was told that no one may handle it.
Ernesto has a copy. Surely he will let you read it, Carlos. He said
that I might, after I learn to read Spanish better.
I doubt that I shall ever see it, he said grimly.
Then I will borrow it, and you shall read it to me, she said
impulsively.
Carlos laughed. One thing at a time, avita. He pointed the light
at the floor. I am sure there must be beads, or at least fragments of
jade, that Ernesto overlooked. When I found Mrida, she was
wrapped in something that went to pieces when I touched it.
Strangely, I was not afraid of the skeleton, although you would
expect a boy to be. Of course, we had been brought up on stories
about the brave Mrida, and I was sure that I had found her. I felt
that she was here, in the cave, waiting to comfort me for the loss of
my mother. I have always felt a warm friendliness here, as though
am not alone. Do you find that strange? he asked wistfully.
Not at all, she assured him. I am glad that you found such
comfort. I think Jody has found the same kind of help in her grief by
being with Pablito and Doa Josefa.
I am glad that Josefa can relate to Jody. And Pablito, yes. A child
needs another child. I was glad to have Ernestos friendship, but he
was not patient with my grief. He could never understand how I
could be sad when I had moved into his wonderful hacienda. Then I
found the other child.
Carlos took Robins hand, and together they scrambled over a
mound of tumbled rocks at the back of^the cave. There was a dark
opening at the top, and Carlos handed the light to Robin. He pushed
away some of the rocks to enlarge the opening and finally backed
into it. Well have to go feet first, he advised. It was a lot easier
for a small boy to get in there than for a grown person.
Robin held the light so that he could see into the hidden part of

the cave, blocked aeons ago by the rock slide. Is it safe to go back
there? she asked worriedly.
Sure. Hand me the light and come on, he directed. Robin slid
into the smaller room, tumbling stones after her and scratching her
hands when she tried to cling to something stable. Carlos caught her
as she landed.
Im okay, she told him breathlessly. Are you sure we can get
out again?
The same way we came in, he told her.
Ke led her to the far side, where the wall was uneven, with huge
slabs of rock jutting out here and there like free-form shelves.
Again he handed the flashlight to her and asked her to hold it
high. Deftly he climbed on one slab and then another, reaching
precariously at last to a high rock shelf that jutted out near the
ceiling. He carefully lifted a small bundle down and leaped agilely to
the floor with it cradled against his chest.
While Robin shone the light rays on it, Carlos unwrapped a boys
worn leather jacket to reveal a tiny skeleton, knees drawn to chest,
tiny teeth exposed in the wide grin of death.
Mridas child, Robin said reverently. No wonder she wanted
to be buried in this cave.
I think you are right, Carlos agreed quietly, though perhaps
even Ernesto will not be able to prove it. The jacket was mine. I
could not bear to let the little prince lie on the hard cold stone. I told
Josefa that I lost it, and she was very angry.
I was never able to smuggle out something large enough to cover
Mrida.
Lets put him back, Carlos. No one need ever find him back
here, Robin said.
You do not know how thorough Ernesto is, he said soberly. He
will find everything there is to find in this cave. You may as well
present him with your find.
It isnt mine. Its yours, she insisted. A sudden thought struck
her. Didnt Mridas people bind the entire body in preparing it for
burial? Maybe she couldnt bear to bind up the little princes face.
She look at it tenderly, seeing more than the lifeless bones.
He must have died soon after she came to this ancient place,
Carlos said. In my novel that is the way I tell it, with the faithful
servant helping Mrida to cause the avalanche of rocks to wall up his
tomb.

Robin gently folded the jacket over the tiny bones. Let him rest
awhile longer, she begged. Thank you for showing me.
As you wish, Carlos agreed. Avita, does this mean that you do
not care about Ernestos regard as much as I thought? Ah, do not
answer me now. Let us not speak of my brother for a little while.
Once more they scaled the rocks and crept into the larger part of
the cave. Can we leave our troubles and puzzles here, Robin? Can
we join the fiesta with joyous hearts? he asked as he switched off
the light.
Yes, she said. She stood for a moment, drawing into herself a
certain feeling that seemed to emanate from the cave itself.
Somehow I know that we will find those jade beads, Carlos. Its as
though I almost know where they are. There is something I am
overlooking.
Carlos looked at her teasingly. You sound like Luz now, avita.
Maybe Mrida is trying to tell you something.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ROBIN WAITED IN THE PATIO while Carlos went inside for his car
keys. Luz hobbled arthritically toward her. Buenos das, Robin
said. Como est usted? How are you?
Pobremente, poorly, she replied, rubbing her knobby hands
together and peering from beneath ragged spider-leg brows. Don
Carlos, he is good, no?
Yes, indeed, Robin agreed.
You no like Don Ernesto, no! The grizzled head wagged
emphatically.
Robins eye widened. What did the old woman know, or suspect?
Why should Luz speak to her like this? She was saved the need to
reply as Carlos returned. You leave alone, the crone muttered as
she shuffled away. No take that one.
Carlos called after Luz, Well be late tonight, Luz, before he
shepherded Robin into the Volkswagen.
Robin forgot about Luzs strange behavior in the bright fiesta
mood that Carlos evoked. He parked the car at the edge of town.
Take my hand or we will be torn apart, he warned as they joined
the throng of revelers. Outdoor markets had been set up wherever

there was a square yard of room. Craftspeople sold an abundance of

toys, candy, fruit and items of straw, ceramics, feathers, paper and
cloth. Everywhere there was laughter, music, dancing and joyous
noise. Parades seemed to form spontaneously, winding through the
narrow crowded streets and gaining length as they progressed.
It was impossible to converse in the hubbub. Robin gave herself
up to the delirious joy that reigned for the day in contrast to the usual
quiet of old San Miguel.
Groups of Indians in brilliant costumes performed traditional
dances at every corner, and an occasional burst of fireworks
spattered the hot blue sky.
Robin and Carlos were near the great pink Parroquia when its
bells clanged the hour. Carlos looked at his companion with a grin
and pulled her into a small grilled doorway. Ready for a refresco!
he shouted above the din.
Returning his grin, she nodded. The tiny garden was completely
enclosed by the walls of an inn. A tall central palm tree kept the patio
cool and shady, and geranium-filled baskets splashed their brilliant
color against stark white walls. Sweet wisteria and trailing feYns
hung from second-story balconies. Carlos led Robin to a table near a
salmon-colored hibiscus bush as the clamor of the bells died to an
undulating echo.
Dos refrescos, por favor, Carlos told the waiter, y los
bizcochos tambin.
Robin was grateful for the respite. It seemed as though at least
half of Mexico had crowded into San Miguel de Allende for the
festival. Neither she nor Carlos hurried with their tall, cool cherry
drinks, served with a platter of little wine-dipped cakes.
I was afraid you might not like such crowds and noise, Carlos
remarked, but your eyes are sparkling.
Robin laughed. I guess 1 needed a holiday after all. I had
forgotten what fun it is to be in the center of a big celebration. Its
like the Fourth of July at home.
Only louder and wilder, Carlos added. Ah, Robin-avito, it is
good to have you here. I, too, needed to be reminded that there is
happiness and fun in the world. I hope I have arranged this day so
that you will remember it always with much pleasure.
Arranged? What have you arranged? she asked.
For one thing, I have coaxed a dinner invitation from Jean and
Bill Scott for tonight.

Robin clapped her hands. That will truly be a pleasure! What

else?
He chuckled. You are impatient, avita. Wait and see. Suddenly
he sobered, and the golden necks in his eyes seemed to stand still. I
know we agreed not to speak of Ernesto, but will you answer one
question for me, Robin?
Ill try, she promised warily.
Are you in love with my brother? Startled at the directness of
the question, Robin drew in her breath sharply. Perhaps I should not
ask. I could not help but see, in the cave. know that he hurts you. I
understand his power to hurt. But I know, too, that there is much to
admire and to love in my brother.
Ernesto is going to marry Ynez, she parried.
They will not be faithful to each other, Carlos said sadly.
Ernesto will want and need someone else.
As your father did? she asked softly. Do you think I could live
that kind of life?
I think, Carlos said slowly, that if you loved a man, you could
do anything.
You are measuring me by Mridas standards and your
mothers, she protested. I hope I will never have to decide whether
to share the man I love or not. Carlos, she said thoughtfully, isnt
your love for Ernesto great enough to make the first gesture? If you
could just talk together
Carlos put his hand over Robins. You would like everything to
be smooth between us, wouldnt you, little bird? I would do anything
to make you happy, but I do not think the barrier between Ernesto
and me can be removed.
Thats like saying that a mistake can never be made right. Surely
you dont believe that, Carlos, she pleaded.
If you made a mistake, I would gladly overlook it, and I hope
you would do the same for me. But when respect and* affection have
been deliberately torn away, forgiveness and friendship are no longer
possible. I have lost respect for my brother and his mother. They
have acted dishonestly and shamefully.
His eyes were hard and unyielding, and Robin reached for
something to say that would bring back the softness and light.
Whenever Doa Josefa speaks of you, it is with sadness and
yearning. Perhaps she wanted to love you. I believe she wishes that
things were different between you and Ernesto.

She has fooled you, then, he said briefly, and again Robin
thought of Ynezs warning to beware of an excellent chess player.
Carlos continued, They must have despised my father as well as me
to destroy his will and ignore his wishes. He leaned forward
earnestly. Perhaps to you I seem greedy, hoping for a legacy that
was never meant for me. That is not true. What ate at my heart was
that the funds that could have bought medicine when I was ill and
food when I was hungry were here, in my brothers pocket, when I
know father intended to divide them so that I would be free to write,
free to live my own life.
Carlos, put the bitterness away. It is still eating at your heart.
S, it is fiesta time, when anger and trouble must die, he said,
brightening. Come, we will pick out some little gifts for Jody and
Pablito in the square.
They found a bright piata in the shape of a burro and some tiny
ceramic figures for the children. Robin had spent very little money
since coming to the hacienda, and it was fun to bargain with the
merchants and stretch her pesos as far as they would go. Carlos
bought cactus candy. Delicious, she said.
Carlos stopped at a stall with handmade clothing. Mamacita, he
said to the plump smiling woman behind the counter, do you have
the dress ready?
Si, s, seor, she assured him as she brought out a lovely fullskirted turquoise dress trimmed with silver and lace along the low
scooped neck and the sleeves. A bright yellow sash was loosely tied
around the middle. You are right; she is small like my Anna. The fit
will be perfect, seor.
Carlos, no! I cant accept this. It is too much! Robin protested.
You are thinking that it is not proper for a man to buy clothing
for a woman, he guessed, but I want very much to do this. I want
to see you in the fiesta costume of my country.
Let me buy it, then, she begged.
You refuse to keep my car, he pointed out gravely. If you will
not accept this small thing today, I will be sure that you are rude and
unkind and that you have no use for me at all.
She laughed at his mock-serious argument. But you will forgive
me by tomorrow morning, she reminded him.
Please, Robin? He stood close to her, his gold brown eyes
beseeching. Let me do this little thing. It will give me pleasure.
Carlos, she said helplessly, thank you.

Mariachi roamed the streets, often pausing to play a special tune

for Carlos and his lovely blond lady. Sometimes Carlos grasped
Robin around the waist and danced with her in the street. And
sometimes a musician or even a stranger snatched her away from
Carlos for a few swirling steps. Robin enjoyed the rollicking,
carefree afternoon thoroughly.
She looked around for Jody and Pablitos family, but the press of
the crowd was so great that she was unable to find them. While
Carlos stopped to talk with a friend, she quickly purchased a key
chain with a tiny carved and painted robin as an ornament. When she
gave it to Carlos, he was deeply touched. It is your sign, querida,
he said. I shall treasure it always. Swiftly he kissed her. I have
wanted to do that so many times. Robin, I had hoped. The
sentence was never completed, as a group of Indians capered into the
street, dancing and pantomiming, separating Robin and Carlos.
When the shadows began to lengthen and torches began to blaze,
Carlos took Robin away from the busy fiesta and into the foothills
where Jean and Bill Scott lived. They parked the Volkswagen below
the flagged walk as Bill came down to meet them. He led them to the
patio where they found a table laden with food such as Robins
mother might have prepared for Thanksgiving.
Jean hugged them both. We have our two favorite young people
all to ourselves for a little while, she exclaimed. The patio was
softly lighted, and the sounds of the fiesta the bells, music and
firecrackers drifted up the slope, muted by the distance.
Robin showed Jean her fiesta dress, and put it on at the older
womans insistence. It was more low-cut than anything she had ever
worn, but tonight she didnt care. She felt strangely daring.
Jean helped her nip in the waist with the bright sash. You are
lovely in it, she said admiringly. It is just right for dancing tonight.
Here, wear this with it. And she clasped a slender silver chain
around Robins neck. A small locket hung at her throat. There, thats
just right.
Its beautiful, Robin said, examining the locket. Her eyes
lighted up in appreciation and became almost the same shade as the
turquoise dress. I will be very careful not to lose it. Ill return it
tomorrow.
There is no hurry, Jean said. It belonged to Carloss mother. I
gave it to her, and when she died Fernando gave it back to me.
Then you knew her well?

Oh, yes, Jean told her. We were young teachers together, and
we came here to attend the Instituto one summer. Carla collected
colonial antiques, which is how she met Don Fernando; his shop
carried a fine selection. They were very much in love. Fernando
would have married Carla if Josefa had divorced him.
You were a friend to both women, Robin said wonderingly.
I hardly knew Josefa until after Carlas death, Jean recalled.
Fernando was devastated, and I went to the yellow house to see if I
could help him take care of Carlos, whom I adored.
But he had already decided that Carlos should be raised at the
hacienda. The boys were friends, and I suppose he thought that
eventually Josefas motherly instincts would cause her to accept
Carlos as a son.
But that never happened, did it?
Dont judge Josefa too harshly, Jean cautioned. She had years
of resentment against both Fernando and Carlos to combat. By the
time she began to mellow toward the motherless boy, he had rejected
her as a poor, cold substitute for the warm and loving mother he had
lost. The barriers became too thick to be broken. Jean sighed. I
married Bill a year after Carlas death, and we begged Fernando to
let us take the boy, but he was a stubborn man. He believed that a
family must remain intact and that eventually everything would work
out at La Escondida.
Im sorry Carlos couldnt have lived here, Robin said, knowing
the love that the childless couple would have given the lonely boy.
I am, too, Jean said wistfully, and Im sorry that Carlos and
Ernesto are estranged now. Josefa should not have let that happen,
regardless of She stopped abruptly.
Regardless of what, Jean? Robin dared to ask.
Ofof her own reasons. Jean sat on the bed and surveyed
Robin in the turquoise dress. Carla had light golden hair like
yours.
Robin knew that Jean had intentionally changed the subject. What
did she know, or suspect, about the justice of the legacy? Do you
think Carlos is right and that his father intended to divide the estate?
she asked.
Carlos would not lie, Jean replied. Yes, I believe that was
Fernandos intent.
And the will? Robin persisted.
Jean rose and fumbled with the silver brush and comb on her

dresser. Then she faced Robin. My dear, perhaps things are best left
as they are.
Even if they are not right?
They really dont concern us, do they? She smiled at Robin.
Or are you becoming personally interested in Carlos?
II dont know, Robin said hesitantly, remembering his kiss.
Perhaps the excitement of the fiesta had crept into his blood. And
hers. She was grateful that Carlos had helped her forget her feelings
for Ernesto for a little while.
Carlos is very dear to Bill and me, Jean said softly. He has
suffered a great deal. Nothing has seemed to work out fairly for him.
He is only now beginning to find himself, I think. I would not like to
see him hurt again.
Jean, I would never intentionally hurt Carlos.
Jean came and put her arms around the younger woman. I know
that, my dear. I would be happy if you could love Carlos. She
turned away quickly and led the way downstairs.
Carloss dark eyes reflected the glow of the vestibule lantern as he
looked at Robin. I knew you would be beautiful, he told her in a
low tone that only she heard. His eyes lingered on the locket. But I
did not know how beautiful.
After dinner the four returned to the San Miguel plaza, Jean and
Bill following in their own car. The streets and the plaza were filled
with dancers. Carlos was a good dancer, and Robin danced mainly
with him, but from time to time Bill cut in, as did others whom she
did not know. No one was a stranger during fiesta as they all whirled
and bowed to the rhythm of the excellent mariachi in the heart of the
square.
Many of the dancers were clad in colorful costumes; some were
masked. One tall masked man, dressed as a proud toreador, swept
her completely around the square before she was reclaimed by
Carlos.
Ive missed you, he said with a grin.
And I you, she countered as she matched her steps to his. That
fellow had a little too much tequila.
Did you really miss me? Carlos pulled her closer. Avita, \ have
been trying to get the courage to say this. Perhaps it is foolish, but I
must say it. I am not rich, but I have Casa Amarilla and an income
now, and I have many more books in my head. I would be good to
Jody, and to you, Robin. And I would hope to make you love me in

time.
Robins feet forgot to dance. She looked up at Carlos. The music
and singing were so loud, so close that she could not be sure she had
heard him correctly. What are you saying? she asked breathlessly.
I am saying it very badly, he admitted. I know that Jody wants
to stay here. She gave Luz her doll so that Luz would make a magic
spell to enable her to stay in San Miguel. And I know how much you
want Jody to be happy. Robin, even though you love Ernesto now,
think carefully about the kind of life you will have if he is married to
Ynez. Would it not be better to marry me?
Robins blue eyes sparkled teasingly. Carlos, are you offering to
marry me to save me from Ernesto? And to make Jody happy?
But Carlos would not relinquish his seriousness. I have said it
badly, he said again. I do not want you to be hurt, and Ernesto will
hurt you. He may not mean to do so, but he will. But that is not all
that you must know tonight. I love you very much, avita ma. And I
can wait for you to learn to love me.
Oh, Carlos. Robin reached up to touch his face. How dear, how
kind and absolutely fine he was. About Ernesto
He placed his finger on her lips. You do not need to tell me, he
said. You did not answer when I asked you whether you were in
love with him. But your silence was answer enough. It is all right,
avita. One cannot always help loving the wrong person. When you
need me, I will be there.
Robin could not bear the sadness in his eyes. Why couldnt she
have fallen in love with Carlos? He was everything that a woman
could want. And everything he had said about Ernesto was true.
Carlos, she said softly, give me a little time. I know that I must
think of the future soon. I must make up my mind about where to
live and where Jody will go to school.
Make up your mind about your own happiness, too, Robin. Do
not neglect that.
You have honored me tonight, she said humbly, and I promise
to think about marrying you. I will tell you that I have no intention of
becoming Ernestos mistress.
One rarely becomes a lover through intention, he pointed out
gently.
They had been standing in the shadows near the Parroquia.
Suddenly a masked caballero swept Robin out into the street. Why
is the seorita standing still while the music calls out to her? he

demanded. Another dancer cut in, and soon another. She looked back
to find Carlos again, but he was lost in the crowd. She began to
relax, floating along with a costumed clown, then with a
conquistador, and finally the tall black-clad toreador who had
claimed her earlier.
She was uneasy at first. The odor of tequila was strong on his
breath. He spoke only in whispers, and most of them were lost in the
music and revelry. Well, it was getting late, and many of the people
were obviously noisier and more uninhibited because of frequent
liquid refreshments.
It was pleasant to drift away from troubling thoughts. Tomorrow
she would think about the missing jade beads. Tomorrow she would
sort out her thoughts and feelings about Ernesto and Carlos.
Tomorrow she would plan for Jodys future. And her own.
Marriage to Carlos? She and Jody would be secure and cared for.
She did not doubt that Carlos loved her. She closed her eyes, letting
her feet follow the excellent guidance of the toreador dancer. She
imagined herself in the yellow house. Surely she could learn to love
Carlos the way he deserved to be loved. And she would rarely need
to see Ernesto after he and Ynez had gone to live in Mexico City.
She did not know how long they had been dancing when
suddenly, although his arms still held her, the toreadors dancing feet
halted. Surprised, Robin looked up into eyes so dark that they
seemed like only holes behind the half-mask. Quickly the man pulled
her into a dark: doorway well away from the square. He kissed her
long and passionately. She pushed against his shoulders, but his
kisses became more brutal, more demanding.
She cried out as she fought him, but she knew that no one in the
distant square would hear her. His arms were like a vise, clamping
her arms to her sides as he wordlessly covered her mouth with his
own biting, thrusting, hurting. He forced her back against the wall
and pressed his body against her. Before she could scream a second
time, he swiftly covered her mouth with his hand. He snatched off
his bola tie and twisted it tightly around her wrists behind her back.
Now! His whisper was a snarl. Now I will have you,
Chiquita? He folded his arms and his black cape around her. He
seemed a giant, a strange creature of the night, overpowering and
inescapable.
Carlos, help me! Almost immobilized by fear, she, too,
whispered. She knew that Carlos could not hear her. She knew also

that she would be violated within minutes.

Carlos, eh? Your love, eh? The sinister whispers continued as
the toreador held her tightly against him, moving his body sinuously.
Am I not as good as he? Ah, but you will respond to me, too, is it
not so? I am better than he.
Something about the voice stirred a flicker of recognition in
Robin. Ernesto! she gasped. Is it you? She peered intently into
the mask, but could read nothing in the strangely gleaming eyes
glaring back at her.
Deftly he picked her up and carried her to an even darker place
behind the shop. The moon had disappeared, and there was no light
anywhere. He placed her on the ground and knelt beside her. When
she tried to struggle to a sitting position, he pushed her back. Do not
make me hurt you, he whispered.
But you are! You will! Please let me go, whoever you are,
Robin pleaded. She must have been wrong about the familiar sound
of the muffled whisper. Surely Ernesto, her Ernesto, would never be
as cruel as this attacker. But if he had too much to drink---In a
sudden wave of anger, she tried a kick, but in the darkness it was like
trying to strike a shadow.
Shadows! The shadowy cave with Ernesto bending over flashed
across her memory. How could it be happening all over again, so
different this time? She suddenly freed one arm and quickly reached
out to knock the mask off. Ernesto! she cried out in horror.
He did not answer her. The black toreador costume blended so
completely into the night that he seemed to be an integral part of the
darkness, a midnight extension of fear and force. No! Robin
forbade him as she felt his hand determinedly reach inside the neck
of her dress. At his touch her body felt a familiar wild stirring, but
she struggled with all her might to resist it. This was not love, she
thought bitterly.
His legs pinioned hers, and his body became a crushing weight.
Her arms beneath her arched in their unnatural position, feeling as
though they would be torn from her shoulder sockets. She moaned in
pain.
A little response, no? he whispered. Impatiently he tore the
dress, exposing her breast and shoulder. We have barely begun,
nia. I will show you how it is to know love. I will make you beg me
to finish. He sought her breast with his lips. He took a nipple in his
teeth and caressed it with his tongue. Then he slid his hands under

her skirt, searing her leg with his touch.

Desperately, Robin tried to rock her body away, to put an end to
this horrible charade. As she managed to twist away, Ernesto laughed
softly. I like a little resistance. His voice was now audible in his
abandon to passion. It makes the prize more sweet.
She would try to reason with him. It was her only hope. Why
why are you doing this, Ernesto?
What does it matter? Your response is the same for any man, is it
not so?
With a final great effort Robin raised her head and grasped a thick
tuft of his hair in her teeth. She jerked her head violently back and
forth, doggedly ripping the hair out by its roots.
Dios! he cried. He raised himself and as he did so Robin
pushed him away with all her strength. He fell back hard upon the
ground, momentarily stunned.
Instantly she sat up. Ernesto, how could you? Her voice was
anguished.
He sat clasping his knees, unresponding. She had battled him and
won. She knew that he would respect her victory; he would not
attack her again. She knew, too, that harmony between them was
impossible now. Even the frail but precious thread of friendship
between them had been destroyed. She felt empty, desolate.
Why do you not run to Carlos? Ernestos voice was muffled, his
head bowed.
You are a beast, she said hollowly. Her voice caught on a
ragged sob.
Painfully he got to his feet, but he did not try to recapture Robin.
Deliberately he readjusted his clothing. I am always a beast when I
have been drinking. It is fiesta. Anything goes during fiesta.
Disgust and despair kept Robin silent.
A beast, yes, Ernesto repeated, a beast that has been cruelly
teased by a ruthless child. You, Robin.
Robin was incredulous. Your unforgivable behavior is my fault?
I will never understand you, Ernesto!
He came closer then. The first day, I read something in your eyes
for me. Were you not waiting in the patio the night Ynez had me
walk back from the village? Did you not return my kiss? Can you
deny that you responded with a passion to meet my own while we
were in the cave? His voice was low and intense, stabbing at her
heart from the darkness before her. And yet you rejected me, saying

that your response was the same for any man. The hours that you
spent with my brother were torture for me, because I know that he
loves you and wants you, too. And with women he is the winner over
me. I win the money and the property, yes. But the heart and the
surrender of the woman I want that he takes from me.
Robin steeled herself against pity for the desolation in his words.
You have won Ynez. That should be enough for you.
He laughed bitterly. You are blind, querida. They are together
even now.
What do you mean?. Robin asked faintly.
Come, I will show you. Savagery had returned to his voice and
manner. He grasped Robins hand and pulled her roughly after him
as he strode out into the thoroughfare. Although it was deserted at
this end of the village, there were street torches that cast eerie
flickering light around them.
Robins heart began to beat hard with dread, but she did not know
of what. Ernesto had sobered. However disdainfully he thought of
her now, he would not abuse her anymore. She reminded herself that
they had battled, and that she had won.
Abruptly Ernesto turned into a small pitch-dark alley. Silence,
he hissed into her ear.
After a moment Robin heard a few low words in Spanish and a
slight moan. Although her understanding of the language had
improved, she could barely make out what was said. Then a womans
voice came more clearly, I promise that I will come to you often,
my darling.
I do not ask it. Our lives have different patterns now, cuada
ma.
But I know that you want me, came the insistent response,
And I want you, mi vida, my life.
Robin wrenched away and fled into the street, clutching her torn
dress over her breast. The voices belonged to Carlos and Ynez.
Cruelly, Ernesto had won after all.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ERNESTO WAS QUICKLY BESIDE HER, reaching out to steady her.
Dont touch me! she commanded shakily.

They have always loved each other. Her marriage to me will not
change that. Noting her stricken look, he muttered darkly, I wanted
to spare you pain and humiliation with my brother.
Robin brushed away angry tears. She will marry you, but she
will continue with Carlos. You will find someone else, too, wont
you? Her voice rose hysterically. Did you have me in mind? Well,
forget it! I dont want any part of your arrangements!
Two figures emerged from the shadows of the alley. So,
everything is out in the open, eh? Ynez said with a short laugh.
Robin, listen to me, Carlos begged. It is not the way you
think.
Turning away, Robin realized wearily that this time her future was
decided for her; she really must leave San Miguel. This day that had
held excitement and joy had ended in bitter pain and shame. Ynez
had been right. She was a pawn in a chess game, and she didnt like
the rules.
Ynez deliberately stepped in front of Robin. I told you we should
be allies, she said coldly. I have always loved Carlos, but I will
marry Ernesto for the heritage that we both want. Are you too good
to play the game and join us? she taunted. Believe me, I would
rather leave you out of it, but if Ernesto does not have you, I suppose
there will soon be someone else.
Robin was dizzy with disillusionment. She wanted only to get
away. To be alone. To think. She turned and ran blindly down the
street.
Wait, Robin! It was Carlos who caught up with her. Let me
take you home.
I have no home. Leave me alone, she said dully.
Let me take you to Jean, then, he offered. I must talk to you.
I dont want to talk. Or to listen. I just want to get away from
here.
All right. His voice sounded as dead as hers. I will take you to
the hacienda, then to Jody.
Ill walk.
Ernesto spoke from the other side of her, with Ynez panting to
keep up in her high heels. That is foolish. La Escondida is miles
away, and the road is uphill and rough. I will take you; I will keep
silent, if that is what you wish.
But you brought me! Ynez reminded him imperiously. You
must not suppose that / am going to walk back to the hacienda!

Carlos Will drive you, Ernesto stated firmly.

In his little box of a car? Ynez was outraged. You are truly
insane, Ernesto!
Ernesto shrugged. Walk, then, my darling. He took Robins
elbow and tried to steer her down a side street, but she shrank from
his touch.
Wait, Robin, Carlos said again, stepping in front of her. There
is nothing between Ynez and me. Ynez will tell you that herself. He
waited. Ynez smiled and remained silent.
Robin felt frozen inside. How can I believe that? she asked
tonelessly.
So quickly your trust in me is destroyed, avita? Carlos asked
quietly.
I dont think I trust anyone anymore. I just want to leave San
Miguel. I dont want to be hurt anymore. Then she faced Ernesto
squarely. But I will not go anywhere with you, Ernesto. Ever.
She yielded to Carloss pressure on her arm because there was
nothing else to do. She glanced back fleetingly before stepping
inside the Volkswagen. Ernesto stood looking after them; Ynez was
obviously trying to coax him back to the plaza.
Carlos said nothing as he skillfully maneuvered the car up the
winding road to the hacienda. He braked to a stop just outside the
wrought-iron gate. Robin did not wait for him to help her out of the
car, but he caught her arm as she tried to slip inside.
We will talk in the garden. His tone and grip were so firm that
she could not resist. He drew her down upon the steps below the
balcony. It was where she had felt Ernestos first, gentle kiss. She
covered her face with her hands.
The clouds that had kept the night impenetrably black an hour
earlier parted intermittently, and the moon hung like a lucky coin
high over the garden for a moment. Carlos took her hands and held
them. I told you the truth, avita. I love you, and. She had
forgotten to hold up the torn bodice. Robin, what happened? Your
dressI thought you had only quarreled with Ernesto, but the torn
dress, dirt and marks on your arms what has he done? Each word
was as sharp as a bayonet thrust.
She snatched up the cloth fragment and covered her breast.
Nothing happened, she told him, her eyes lowered. It wasjust a
quarrel.
I will kill him, he said through clenched teeth.

Shocked at the ferocity that she had never suspected in Carlos,

she said tensely, Dont talk of killing. That is a fools way to settle
things. Ernesto is your brother. Besides, what happens to me should
not concern you.
It does. It always will, Robin. Now you must listen to me. He
spoke low and rapidly, commanding her to give him her attention.
Ynez means nothing to me. A long time ago, before I went to New
York, I thought I loved her. But since I have known you there has
been no one else.
When she said nothing, Carlos went on. I am trying to remember
what you must have overheard. Ah, yes. You heard Ynez suggest that
she and I become lovers after our after her marriage. I tried to let
her retain her pride as I rejected her. I told her no, Robin. Surely you
heard that.
Im not sure what I heard, she said, so low that Carlos could
hardly hear her. I only knew that you were there in the dark with
her, and you had just told me you cared
I do, avita ma, I do. I want to take care of you. And Jody, too. I
swear I will make you happy.
She looked at him searchingly, wondering why the gold in his
eyes was hidden at night. She wanted to believe him, to trust him. To
love him.
After someone had danced away with you, Ernesto came to me
and said that Ynez wished to speak with me. I know now that he
wanted me to be busy with her while he tried to take you for himself.
I went to Ynez because we are old friends. I did not know what she
would ask.
Robin remembered other times when Ynez had visited Carlos at
Casa Amarilla. Had those visits been so innocent that he could not
anticipate her passionate request tonight?
She wondered whether Ynez really cared for Carlos. Or was he
merely another conquest in a series? It was astonishing that the
proud and beautiful Ynez would humble herself by asking for love.
Could Carlos, after all, be lying?
I am very tired, she said at last. And suddenly she was all but
overcome with fatigue and stress. She began to tremble, and violent
sobs tore at her breath.
Avita, come here. Tenderly Carlos put his arms around Robin;
she felt drawn into a safe haven. She rested her head on his shoulder
until she could control her weeping. He bent to kiss away her tears,

caressing her eyes with his mouth. She felt rested and protected until
he found her lips.
Her mouth was bruised and sore from Ernestos cruel treatment,
but that was not why she turned away. She was remembering
Ernestos first kiss weeks before when they had shared laughter and
the dawning of an affection. This place, this garden, belonged to that
moment.
Im sorry, she whispered. I need time. And rest.
Of course you do, querida. When you are ready we will talk.
They rose together, and Robin watched Carlos walk to the iron
gates. He turned once to look at her before he left. Clouds covered
the moon-coin once more as the little VW chugged down the road
toward Casa Amarilla.
Robin was about to go up to her room when she heard the purr of
another car, Ernestos. Knowing that she could not escape before he
and Ynez entered the patio, she pressed into the shadows of the thick
evergreens, hoping not to be discovered.
Ynez stomped through the archway and clattered up the stairs
without a word or a backward glance. She slammed her door shut
with little concern for anyones slumbers. Ernesto paused beside the
steps to light a cigarette.
If some small creature had not run over her foot, Robin might
have remained hidden. Involuntarily she jumped, brushing against
the greenery, and then Ernesto was beside her. I hoped you would
wait for me, he said.
I was not waiting for you. Now or anytime, she said stiffly. I
was hoping to avoid you.
Robin, I am sorry, he said earnestly. I drank too much. I had
been drinking all afternoon. He passed his hand over his face. I do
not believe that I would have hurt you. I cannot believe that. I have
never forced a woman. Surely not you.
She stared at him. I never want to see you again. Please get out
of my way so that I may go to my room.
He ignored her request. Ynez has guessed the truth. I want you,
Robin. I want to love you, and I want you to love me. Perhaps you
do. Or you could, if you would allow youself.
Robin gave a strangled cry. How can you think that? How many
times have you hurt me, insulted me? Do you think that I can go on
like this? And now you suggest that I that we. She tried to
brush past him, but he held her.

Am I wrong, then? Is it Carlos that you love? he asked

searchingly.
He has asked me to marry him. But right now all I want to do is
to leave San Miguel! Forever!
I see. He released her. It was you who insisted that Carlos and
I could talk out our differences^ and yet you will listen to neither of
us tonight. His voice became rough. Well, go back to your country,
Robin. Perhaps you will find someone easier to love than Carlos or
me. He stood up.
I didnt steal your jade beads, she said irrelevantly. I wont be
taking them with me.
Ah, yes, the beads. I know you did not take them. When I have
been drinking I am impossible. I am sorry.
There may be more of them in the cave. Carlos will take you.
Robin knew that she was trying to hold Ernesto. In spite of all that
had happened, she could not bear the thought of never seeing him
again. Carlos wants you to ask him. It is a wonderful cave. I have
seen it.
Without looking at her, he said, After my performance tonight,
Carlos will want nothing to do with me. After all, that is your own
wish, and he is protective of you.
She heard the click of the patio gate, but the darkness was so thick
that she did not see him leave. In a moment she heard the throb of
the sports cars engine as he drove away.
Robin stood clutching the railing, almost too weary to climb the
stairs. She heard a slight sound above her. The clouds thinned briefly,
and she could discern a dark shape huddled close to the railing of the
balcony. Jody?
What?
You should be in bed, she said mechanically. Im coming right
up.
The light came on in the kitchen, and Doa Josefas slim figure
was outlined in the doorway. Did I hear voices? Robin, you are
home early. Were the crowds in San Miguel too much for you? I did
not expect you until dawn. She peered into Robins face as she
approached the rectangle of light from the open door. You look very
tired.
I am, Robin admitted drearily. She decided not to conceal her
plans. I will be leaving San Miguel in the morning. The words
were out. They would strengthen her resolve.

The seora drew in her breath audibly. Why? she managed,

Please come in and tell me what has happened.
Robin made a sweeping motion. I just cant cope.
I cannot let this happen! Doa Josefa cried. Please do not take
Jody away. She belongs here. She loves being here. Surely you know
that!
There it was again, the plea to remain for Jodys sake. I have my
life, my needs, too, she protested bleakly.
We love you, too, the seora said more calmly. Carlos and
Ernesto both need you in their work. You must not think of leaving.
Whatever has happened, surely we can talk it out. We have done so
before, is it not so?
Robin put her hand to her forehead. Im so mixed-up, she
admitted. When she lifted her arm, Doa Josefa noticed the torn
dress.
Your dress it is one that I have not seen before, but it is torn.
Robin, what has happened, she demanded.
Robin tried to smile reassuringly, but the shivering had begun
again. Nothing happened, she said, averting her gaze. It just got a
little wild the dancing the drunks. Im just sorry that my new
dress got t-torn. The tears would come.
Come, let me heat some coffee, the seora offered kindly,
taking Robins cold hand and leading her to a chair. You must tell
me what happened. Was there a quarrel with Carlos?
All right, Robin said grimly. I will tell you why I have to leave
La Escondida. I owe you that, for you have been good to Jody and
me.
There are things that I do not understand and cannot accept. One
is that Ernesto and Ynez are to be married, even though they do not
love each other. Another is that Ynez expects Carlos to be her lover.
Still another is that Ernesto thinks that he and I that we. She
could not finish, but she knew that Doa Josefa understood, for the
seoras face was blanched and her eyes wide with shock. And
Carlos has asked me to marry him. That would complete the fourway arrangement, she finished bitterly.
The stillness in the kitchen was heavy. It was finally broken when
a distant growl of thunder rolled over the valley, and then the coffee
began to perk.
It starts all over again, Doa Josefa said, her eyes clouded with
pain. Like their father. Oh, Robin, when I turned away from

Fernando, I forced him to look elsewhere for love. I have done many
wrong things in my life, and now I must pay by losing you and Jody.
And Ernesto, too, for we can no longer be close if chooses to live
like his father. Her voice blended into the moan of the thunder.
The seora got up and turned out the ame under the coffeepot,
but she made no attempt to fill the two cups. Agitatedly she paced
back and forth across the kitchen.
Perhaps you are not to blame, Robin said, trying to be of
comfort in the midst of her own misery.
Yes, I am to blame. The arrangements, as you call them, were
mine.
I dont understand. Robin stared at the distraught seora.
Doa Josefa seemed not to hear. How could I let that woman
bear the only Lopez heir? I had to give Fernando a son! She paused
in front of Robin. I never meant to push Carlos away, but I wanted
my son to come first with Fernando. I thought an heir, a legitimate
heir, would bind us together. But in the end the brothers have come
to hate each other. My fault! A sob tore through her-words.
And now you will leave, she continued, with Jody. She
resumed her restless pacing. I must try to undo what I have done. I
must free Ernesto and Carlos, too to do as they wish. Then you,
too, will be free. Free to choose. And to stay. I must think carefully,
she muttered, seeming to forget Robins presence.
I must go, the older woman murmured as she stumbled toward
the door. I must find Luz.
Robin turned out the light and followed slowly. Surely Josfa did
not believe that Luz could work some sort of magic that would solve
everything. She went up to her room, watching the surges of
lightning that foretold the coming storm. The thunder was like
distant drums. She stood at Jodys door, listening. Jody? The
stillness told her that her sister was asleep.
After she quietly closed Jodys door, Robin put on her own room
light. She looked down at her torn turquoise-and-silver dress,
remembering Carloss happiness in having it made for her, and
remembering, too, the dancing golden lights in his eyes as they
enjoyed the fiesta together.
Had Carloss proposal truly been offered with love? Their
relationship had always been warm and deep. She wanted to believe
in him. She needed him. It was terrible to trust and then have ones
faith shattered. Had Ernesto lied? Was Carlos telling the truth when

he denied being involved with Ynez?

Ernesto. She closed her eyes, remembering the passionate demand
of his kisses in the cave. He had stirred her as no other man ever had.
But even as she had yearned to be held close to him, wanting to
return every caress and respond to the need to give and to receive
love, she had known that it was wrong and had pushed herself away.
He belonged to Ynez.
Why? Why do I love him, she asked her mirrored self, for she had
to admit that in spite of everything she still loved him. She thought
of the proud dark head, the stubborn chin, the flashing eyes, the
slender hands and the total, tall strength. She thought of moments of
tenderness and quick humor, and she recalled the infinite patience
and thoroughness that he brought to his research. In memory she saw
him holding Jody in front of him as he rode his great palomino, saw
his never failing affectionate regard for his mother. She deliberately
blotted out the bursts of temper, the stubborn refusal to talk to
Carlos, the arrogance. The drunken brutality.
A sudden flare of lightning and crash of thunder ripped the night.
Robin opened the door. Im here, Jody, she said quietly, feeling her
way to the narrow bed. The blankets were limp and flat. The bed was
empty.
Quickly Robin flipped on the light. Jody was not in the room. Her
pajamas lay in a heap on the floor, and the jacket that always hung
on the back of the chair was gone. The jeans and shirt she had chosen
for her day at the fiesta were missing, too. So was Penny.
With the clarity and swiftness of the lightning, Robin knew what
Jody had done. The child had overheard her and Ernesto from the
balcony. She knew that tomorrow Robin would take her away from
San Miguel. And she had r,un away.
Oh, Jody! Anguished, Robin knew that she had failed her sister.
She had promised that they would talk over all big decisions, but
Jody had learned that, with or without her consent, they were going
to leave La Escondida forever.
Jody had been positive that her mother and father would come
looking for her; they would trace her to La Escondida, but they
would never find her if she left. And she wanted to stay. Robin knew
that with every beat of her heart Jody wanted to stay in this place that
she had come to love.
Robin slipped out of her ruined dress and into another. She ran to
the seoras room and knocked. Doa Josefa, please help me. Jody

is gone! she cried. When there was no answer, she burst into the
room. The light was on, but the seora was not there.
Robin called Doa Josefa and Jody as she raced through the
rooms, but the hacienda was empty. She ran into the night, still
calling, unheeding the stinging rain that had begun to fall. Jody!
Josefa! Ernesto!
Where could they be? She stood at the fork in the road, trying to
think rationally. What had Doa Josefa said? Something about Luz?
Ernesto had driven away. She would get his mother to help. And
Carlos. She sped down the road toward Casa Amarilla, calling as she
ran. The moaning, grumbling thunder drowned her cries.
A dim light flickered in the small square window of Luzs cabin.
Robin pounded on the door. Seora, Luz, let me in! Help me!
The door swung open, and Doa Josefa stood in the glow of the
kerosene lantern. Robin! she exclaimed, frowning. Then, seeing
Robins distress, she said quickly, What is it, my dear?
Luz sat before the table, her gnarled hands hovering protectively
over a jumble of objects. She hastily blew out the stub of a candle,
but not before Robin had seen the little peasant doll that Jody had
purchased the day after they arrived in San Miguel. Jodys doll,
she said eagerly. Luz, do you know where Jody is?
I make magic, keep Jody here, Luz said gut-turally.
Robin, what is it? the seora repeated anxiously. Where is
Jody?
She is gone, Robin told her. She reached toward the doll, but
Luz pushed her hand away.
No touch, she warned. Magic.
Robins eyes were becoming accustomed to the gloom, and she
saw what was under the shelter of Luzs hand: two small stray green
droplets of jade. Part of the strong hechizo Luz had mentioned.
Following Robins gaze, Luz said hoarsely, I give back when magic
is done.
Thats what had lurked at the back of Robins mind. Luz could
never have climbed the stairs to Robins room to find an article that
belonged to her. And yet she had said that she had a strong hechizo
for Robin. So she had taken the beads that Robin had touched every
day. The discovery seemed unimportant to her now.
Robin turned to the seora. Please help me find Jody. She has
run away. She will be terrified in the storm! She briefly explained
the reason for Jodys flight. She heard me tell Ernesto that we

would be leaving San Miguel. I promised she could help me make

the decision, and then I just announced that we would go. She
helped the seora into her great hooded rain cape and opened the
door. I dont know where to look.
Wait! Luz cried. I make magic for find Jody.
Robin went back to the table. Then do it by candlelight, she
advised. I need your lantern. There was a match on the table.
Robin struck it and touched it to the still-smoking stub of candle.
Keep the doll for the magic, Luz, she told the old woman, but Ill
take the jade beads with me. They are valuable, and Ernesto is
looking for them. Only six were there. She scooped them up.
There was a tattered shoe box be*hind the candle. Robin swiftly
and carefully spilled out the contents, finding and pocketing the rest
of the beads as Luz muttered a protest.
Robin bent closer, her eyes wide. There were buttons, a dirty
ribbon, a scrap of glass, a lock of hair tied with a string, and a folded
sheet or two of paper. When Luz would have snatched everything
away, Robin put her hand on one of the papers. The words were in
Spanish, but Robin knew what it was. Its Don Fernandos will,
isnt it? she said.

CHAPTER NINETEEN
ROBIN SNATCHED UP THE WILL and ran out into the stormy night with
Luzs sharp Spanish protests ringing in her ears. Unable to see Doa
Josefa in the wet gloom, she turned to the yellow house. There was
no light, but the door opened in response to her knock, and Carlos
drew her into the darkness. Robin, he said wonderingly, what is
it? Youre trembling.
Weak with relief that he wa there to help her, Robin thrust the
damp document into his hands. Here, she said breathlessly, its
the missing will, I think. Luz had it. She heard the sharp intake of
his breath and hurried on, Carlos, please help me. Jody is out in the
storm, and she must be terrified. She heard me tell Ernesto that we
were going to leave La Escondida, and she ran away.
He switched on a lamp and, laying the document on the table,
took her face in his hand. Well find her. Do not worry, avita. It is
here at La Escondida that she wants to stay;she cannot be far. He

put on his jacket and wrapped his raincoat around Robin. Taking the
lantern from her, he said, We will take my power light. The beam
will penetrate the rain better. Come, we will get Ernesto and Roberto
to help.
Ernesto is gone, she told him.
Speech was impossible in the raging storm. When they came to
the hacienda door, Ynez met them. Doa Josefa has been here, she
said, her hostility gone. I have telephoned the Scotts. They will
bring help. If Jody is on the road, they will find her when they come
from town.
Thanks, Robin said humbly. Will you wait here in case Jody
comes back?
I will, Ynez promised, and I will search the house thoroughly.
She may be hiding. If I find her I will ring the patio bell and flash the
upstairs lights.
How long they stumbled around the muddy foothills, calling to
Jody, Robin couldnt guess. The downpour continued, laced with
angry stabs of lightning and cannonades of thunder. Men from the
village joined the search, and pinpoints of light moved up and down
the mountain and through the pine woods.
Robin and Carlos combed the sodden pasture and hunted through
the stables. Carlos glanced toward the hacienda. Still no blinking
lights there, he said. He held the light so that he could look at
Robin. I cannot tell in this rain whether you are crying, he said,
but you must not despair. We will find her, and everything will be
all right.
How easy to say, she thought, but she could not rebuff his effort
to comfort her. Her heart was heavy. How could anything ever again
be all right?
I have a thought, he went on. Perhaps Pablito can tell us
something.
I dont think so, Robin said doubtfully. He would have told his
father, and we would have found her by this time.
He is close to Jody. He knows how she thinks, Carlos persisted.
Come, it will do no harm to talk with him.
Late as it was, Pablito was not asleep. He sat huddled close to his
mother, his wide dark eyes questioning.
We have not found Jody yet, Carlos told him gently. Pablito,
maybe you can help us. Can you think of any place where Jody
might hide?

Pablito shook his head. She will be afraid of the storm, he

worried. I went with papa to look in the stables, but she is not
there.
Robin knelt beside the little boy. Is there any secret place that
you and Jody know, perhaps up in the woods or on the
mountainside?
The caves, you mean? No, there are animals He broke off,
jumping up. There is the one cave, back of Casa Amarilla! She
might go there!
Robin and Carlos exchanged glances. By the waterfall? Robin
exclaimed. Did she know about that place?
Sure. I told her about the bones in there, and she wanted to see.
So one time I took her, but the bones, they are gone. We go there
again, one, two times.
Lets look there, Carlos said quickly. Pablito pleaded to be
allowed to go with them, but they assured him that he had been a
great help and that they knew exactly where the cave was.
Pablitos eyes were still worried. Carlos touched his tousled head,
saying to Conchita, Take the boy to the hacienda to wait. Then he
will know the minute we find her.
Gracias, Don Carlos, mother and son said together.
Robin tried to run on the muddy path, but the earth seemed to
clutch at her feet, and she would have fallen if Carlos had not caught
her. The big raincoat kept her dry, but it was cumbersome.
Steady, Robin. Give me your hand. He helped her to scramble
up the path that led to the little grove, the quiet place that had
become, like the rest of the mountainside, drenched in a tumult of
sound. The rain had slackened, but the thunder had become a
constant menacing growl. Intermittent lightning still flashed across
the rain-soaked landscape.
Carlos helped Robin over the slippery rocks, covered now with
the streams overflow. She paid no attention to the loss of a
waterlogged shoe, although the sharp rocks cut her foot. In a brief
lightning flash they saw that the falls had greatly increased in size
and force, creating a wide cascade that plunged into the swirling pool
at its base.
The cave! There it is! Robin lunged forward toward the eerie
silver of the falls. Slipping on the muddied stones she fell into the
water and at once was sucked toward the churning center. Carlos!
Help me! she cried, terrified.

Plunging in after her, Carlos dropped his flashlight. He waded

toward the sound of her frantic voice, and a merciful lightning flare
showed him where she struggled. He grasped her wrist and slowly,
surely, pulled her to safety. She regained her footing and clung to
him, trembling.
Are you all right, avita?
Yes, yes! Lets go on, she begged, releasing herself.
The rain had dwindled to a fine mist, but the roar of the waterfall
reminded them of the fierceness of the passing storm. The far-off
lightning was of little help now. They inched along, letting their eyes
grow used to the gloom. A blurred moon rode far back of the clouds
and mist.
Slipping behind the cataract had been easy in the morning when
only a fine skirt of spray concealed the cave entrance. The spray had
become an avalanche of water, but Robin was already so wet thatshe did not hesitate to step into it. Nevertheless, she was almost
washed from the ledge. Gasping, she and Carlos emerged into the
pitch dark of Mridas ancient burial chamber.
Jody, are you here? Robin sputtered, but the sound of the falls
drowned her words. Jody! she cried again, for she had heard
something. Weeping. And a sharp whistle.
Jody! Carloss deeper voice penetrated the blackness.
Daddy! Jody shrieked. Daddy! Oh, daddy!
The roar of the cataract receded as Robin crept toward the back of
the cave, but the sound of wild weeping became more distinct.
Daddy! Robin heard her sister say between racking sobs. I knew
youd come! I missed you so!
Then she heard the deep rumble of Carloss voice, soothing,
comforting. He had reached the frightened child. It is all right, little
one. You are safe now.
Jody? Robin cried, reaching toward the sounds. Jody, its
Robin. Are you all right? The childs sobbing stopped abruptly.
Honey, Im coming!
Robin crept on, feeling ahead for her sisters small form. When
she touched cloth and flesh, Jody screamed, Go away! Daddys
come back, and you said he wouldnt! You lied, Robin! Hes here,
and mommys coming, too, and you cant make me leave here!
Daddy! the frantic sobbing began again.
Stunned, Robin fell back.
Robin Carloss voice, disembodied in the inky-dark cavern,

cut through her shock she is confused now. She has been through
a great deal. She will be all right, but she needs a little time. Robin?
Y-yes, Im here.
Let me give you this animal that is crawling upon me. I certainly
hope it is the little pig.
Robin held out her hands and felt the sharp claws clutch her
fingers. She held Penny close, and the little guinea pigs whistles of
alarm subsided. Numbed by Jodys rejection, she could only listen to
Carloss calm voice.
Come, Jody, there is nothing to fear. The storm is almost over.
We will go home now.
Where is home, daddy?
It is here, where we all love you very much, Carlos said. Will
you let me carry you to the hacienda, little one?
All right. Jodys voice was small and weary. But you hold my
hand, daddy. Dont let Robin take me away.
Veiled moonlight met them when they emerged from the falls.
Carloss heavy jacket protected Jody. Snuggled with her head under
his chin, she seemed to be asleep, although she clung to his
encircling arm with both hands. Robin followed silently as he carried
Jody down the long path to La Escondida.
With a glad cry. Ynez ran out to clang the patio bell. Jody did not
move, even when Pablito ran beside her, patting her dangling feet
and telling her in Spanish how glad he was that she was safe.
Disconcerted at Jodys silence, Pablito looked at Robin. She is
okay? he asked.
Robin nodded and put Penny in his arms. Come up with us, she
invited.
Carlos carried Jody to her room and laid her on the bed. Robin sat
down at the foot and began to take off the childs wet sneakers.
Jodys eyes opened momentarily, and she pulled her feet up. Let
daddy doit.
Carlos took Robins place and untied the sodden laces. Robin
loves you, you know, he said gently. Jody didnt answer. She
seemed to have drifted into sleep again. Carlos massaged the small,
cold feet. Robin found a blanket and covered her sister.
Is the little one all right? It was the seora* s voice from the
doorway. I came as soon as I heard the bell. Her cape was soaked;
the hood still shrouded her face.
Suddenly Jody sat bolt upright. Penny! I left Penny in the cave!

she cried. Great tears rolled down her cheeks.

No, no, Pablito assured her. I dried the pig on my shirt and put
her in the cage. She is okay, Jody.
Jodys eyes were fastened on the shadowy figure in the doorway.
Mommy? she said uncertainly.
Little one, the seora said brokenly, kneeling at the foot of the
bed. It is Doa Josefa.
Jody leaned back into her pillow and resolutely closed her eyes.
Youre mommy, she said dreamily. You came back. Robin said
you wouldnt, but I knew you would. She rested a few moments,
and then her voice rose hysterically. Robin is bad! She lies!
Jody Robin began heartbrokenly.
Let her talk, avita, Carlos murmured. It is the way she can
heal herself. He touched Robins cheek. Do not grieve. Jody will
love you again. Just now she has to punish you for her terrible fears.
When the fears are gone she v/ill come back to you.
Robin stood in the shadows with Pablito. Doa Josefa dropped
her sodden cloak to the floor and moved to the side of the bed. She
smoothed the tousled hair against the pillow and spoke softly.
Robin loves you and would never lie to you about your mother,
Jody. You know who I am, dont you?
Carlos had quietly returned to the other side of the bed. Suddenly
Jody sat up and threw her arms around him, burying her face against
him. Daddy, she cried, Youll bring mommy soon, wont you?
Oh, Im sorry I was naughty when you left me that day. Ill be good
forever if you just wont go way no more. Doa Josefa will let us
stay here, I know she will. Robin always fights with Ernesto, so she
wants to take me away from here. She peered into Robins shadowy
corner tearfully. I heard you tell Ernesto that we were going away,
she finished on a sob, but me and Penny dont want to go.
Sh-sh, nia, Carlos crooned.
Jody buried her head against Carloss chest again, but the sobbing
words were distinct. I d-dont want to leave El Caf and Pablito and
all my friends. And you found m-me here, s-so I want to st-stay so
you c-can find me again.
Robin listened numbly, aware that-her sister had just admitted that
her father was not real, but rather something a spirit, something
conjured up because of Jodys desire and need that had come to her
once and might find her again. A childhood concept of death, one
that Jody could live with and outgrow as her need faded.

Robin wondered sadly whether she could ever restore her sisters
faith. Would La Escondida and its people help or hinder? She took a
step toward Doa Josefa, noting how gray and drawn the older
woman looked. It had been a long and difficult night. The seora
appeared to be calling on the last of her strength.
Carlos caught Robins eye. I promise that you will not be leaving
La Escondida tomorrow, Jody. We ail need time to talk together, is
that not true, Robin?
Yes, its true.
He held Jody close for a moment. But now you must look at me,
little one. He took Jodys arms from around his neck. You do not
like lies; neither do I. We must always face the truth. It has taken me
a long time to learn that, he added softly. Tell me my name,
querida.
Tears slid from Jodys tightly closed eyes. The seora spoke.
Robin has tried to be both mother and sister to you, Jody. She
grieves as much as you do for your parents, and she has always tried
to do what is best for you because she loves you.
No, she doesnt! She hates me because because she heard what
I said that day.
When, darling? the seora asked, not seeing Carlos shake his
head.
That night! Jody shrieked. I said I hoped they never came
back! I magicked them deadl It was my fault! They have to come
back so I can say Im sorry! She clutched wildly at Carlos, sobbing
hysterically.
Robin wrapped her arms around both of them. its all right, Jody.
They knew you didnt mean it. There is no such thing as magic. You
didnt cause the accident.
Im sorry! Im sorry! Jody said between strangling sobs. I
want daddy and mommy!
I know, darling. We all say things in anger that we dont mean.
But when people love us they understand and forgive us even
without cur asking. And little by little we learn to control our anger
and not say things we dont mean.
B-but I st-still get mad, Robin.
I do, too, Robin admitted.
Anger and misunderstanding have caused grief for us all, Doa
Josefa said. Her eyes were wet, and she stood v/ith her arm around
Pablito. There were tears on the boys face, too, for he shared his

playmates grief, even though he did not understand it.

Robin self-consciously removed her arm from Carloss broad
shoulder, and he laid Jody back against her pillow. Jody still clung to
his hand. I wish we was all family, she said on a broken sigh.
Then wed have to stay here forever.
Tomorrow we will talk of this, Carlos said, kissing the childs
cheek.
Sleep now, querida, the seora advised her.
But Jody had not quite finished trying to solve her problems.
Before she relinquinshed Carloss hand, she asked wistfully,
Couldnt you really be my daddy?
Papa would like more children, Pabhto volunteered, eager to be of
help. I heard him tell mama. I will ask him to be your papa.
For the first time, Jody smiled. Okay, she agreed. She stole a
look at Robin. Are you mad at me, Robin? She asked miserably.
As the others tiptoed from the room, Robin bent to kiss her sister.
Im not mad, honey. Just glad to have you back with me. And, Jody,
you must never think for a minute that I could hate you. I never
could.
I know. Robin, Im sorry I runned away. I was so scared.
Robin held her sister until the shuddering memories were quieted.
Im sorry that my angry words to Ernesto made you want to hide,
honey. Tomorrow we will talk about where we will live and what we
will do, just as I promised. I love you, Jody.
We can stay in San Miguel, cant we, Robin?
Robin saw the worried frown. Yes, well stay.
The frown disappeared. Jody yawned. I guess Luzs magic didnt
work very well this time.
What magic?
I asked Luz to make magic so we could stay here, and she said if
youd marry Carlos you would stay. She had some little green beads
that she said were yours, only i never saw them before, and she had
some pencils and stuff from Carlos. She said magic words and
pushed them all together. I told her I didnt think the beads were
yours and that it probly wouldnt work, and that I didnt mind if you
didnt marry anybody, just so you and me could stay here.
Magic isnt very reliable, honey.
Is it a lie, Robin?
Its just for fun, Jody. Like a game.
Oh. The smudged eyelids were becoming heavy. Will you stay

with me till Im asleep?

Sure. Robin held the small hand until she felt it relax. She
watched while the childs breathing became deep and regular. She
had not had the heart to ask her to wash and get into pajamas. Let
her rest, she thought. Let nothing disturb her until morning. Let her
forget.
At last she quietly released Jodys hand and stretched her cramped
muscles. She tiptoed into her room and changed into a dry robe.
Bone weary but still tense, she knew that she was not ready for sleep.
She padded quietly downstairs. The men from San Miguel who
had helped in the search had returned to their homes; Conchita was
washing the last of the coffee cups and sandwich plates.
Let me help, Robin offered.
Conchita protested, but Robin found a towel and soon the dishes
were dried and put away. Gracias, Conchita said gratefully.
De nada, Robin returned with a wan smile. I needed
something to do. I am thankful for the many, many things you
always do for Jody and me, Conchita. She looked out into the patio.
Has everyone gone to bed?
The seora, yes, and Don Carlos took my Pablito home before
he returned to Casa Amarilla. Don Ernesto has not yet come home.
Robin sighed. Tired as she was, and late as it was, she still felt too
tense to sleep. A hundred thoughts wanted to crowd into her mind.
When Conchita bade her good-night, she went into the cool moonlit
patio. The only memento of the storm was the smell of soft wet earth
beneath the freshly washed plants and trees and the occasional
spatter of a raindrop from a breeze-touched leaf.
She walked toward the back entry, and a shadow detached itself
from the trumpet vine. She heard the tap of a walking stick. Luz was
hobbling toward her.
The old woman grasped Robins arm with her hard gnarled hand.
I wait for you, she said, peering up at Robin. We talk, no?
All right, Luz.
Luz began in rapid Spanish, gesturing with her free hand. Robin
twisted away. No comprendo, she protested. Too fast, Luz. If you
want me to listen you will have to speak English. She wished Luz
would leave her to her own thoughts. She had little sympathy for
someone who would steal, for whatever purpose.
Give back paper, Luz said. Bad magic.
Don Fernandos will? You bet its bad magic. For you, Luz.

No, no! In the moonlight Robin could see the distress on the
crones upturned face, and pity replaced her impatience. Luzs mouth
worked as she sought the right words. Paper for make good magic,
but she shook her grizzled head it go bad. Bad. Man die.
Robin frowned. What are you trying to tell me Luz?
I no steal. No. Again she shook her head vigorously. If Luz
magic good, I give back hechizo. if magic go bad, I hide hechizo. No
hurt another time, see? Her rheumy eyes pleaded for understanding.
Give paper back, see?
Let me understand you, Luz. You take something the paper, the
beads, Jodys doll so that you can make magic for the owner. Am I
right? The old woman nodded. You said you would have returned
the beads after the magic worked. Right? The gray head bobbed
again. But if the magic doesnt work, you keep the thing?
Sil Is death paper. You give back to me, eh?
But it is wrong to take things, Luz. Carlos and Ernesto needed
that paper, that will. Don Fernando wanted his sons to have it.
Bad paper, Luz insisted darkly. I put away. No hurt anyone.
You give now. I put away again.
I dont have it. I gave it to Carlos, Robin said more gently. She
supposed that Luz had meant well. The old woman believed the
paper responsible for someones death, probably Don Fernandos,
and she had hidden it to keep it from harming his sons. She did not
know how to read; she couldnt have understood the importance of a
will.
Luz grasped Robins arm again. No! she rasped. Now you kill!
You spoil magic!
Luz
Luz continued her tirade in Spanish, blotting out Robins pleas.
Robin tried to pull away again, but the old womans strength was
surprising.
Let Robin go, Luz, Ernesto said firmly. What is this about the
will? He stood under the trumpet vine.
Luz turned to Ernesto. There were tears on her wrinkled cheeks,
and her voice suddenly became soft as she said, Emito, mi nieto.
The word was new to Robin. She backed away, grateful for Ernestos
help, though she pitied Luzs distress.
Thanks, she whispered. I gave it to Carlos tonight.
You found the will? You gave it to Carlos? he demanded
hoarsely. Did you think it would be good sport to let him surprise

me with it tear me to pieces with it? Do you despise me so much

that you could not wait a few hours to inform me of its discovery?
Ernesto, no, Robin said faintly.
For years I have wondered about that will, looked for it, believed
my brother to be a liar; yet when you find it you disregard me
entirely. If I had not overheard you and Luz, I would not have
known!
Brief, hot anger almost choked Robin. My sister was lost in the
storm tonight, and my only thought was of her. I found the will in
Luzs cabin when I went there for help which you were not here to
give. She turned to the old woman. You can tell him.
Before she reached the stairs, her anger had cooled. Once more
Ernesto had not understood her, nor she him. She paused. Everything
was over between them. Their work, their friendship, their fatal
attraction for one another. Im sorry, she said, but she knew he had
not heard. His hands rested on Luzs bowed shoulders, and she was
speaking to him in low Spanish. She spoke earnestly, calmly, now
and had his complete attention. Robin continued up the stairs, so
utterly weary that she could scarcely drag her feet from one step to
the next.

CHAPTER TWENTY
IN THE LATE GOLDEN MORNING Robin awoke to the sound of voices
in her sisters room. She listened in delight to Jodys happy laughter,
supposing that the child was chatting with Doa Josefa. When she
opened the connecting door she was astonished to find Carlos sitting
in the low rocker with Jody on his lap.
Jody looked up. Robin, come and hear the stories, she invited.
She smothered a giggle with her cupped hand. First you better get
dressed, though.
Robin back away in embarrassment. Her sheer pale yellow gown
was a mere film that scarcely concealed her body. She slammed the
bathroom door and hastily dressed and combed her hair. Glancing at
her watch, she saw that it was almost ten-thirty. No wonder she was
hungry.
Jody lumbered in with the storybook that Carlos had been reading
to her. Lookit, she directed. Carlos made it himself long ago when

he and Ernesto were kids. Its about two little boys and their friends,
and this story tells how Carlito was scared in a storm till his daddy
told him about the friendly growly bear that lived up in the
mountains and
Whoa, honey! Robin took the leather-covered book and read
the flyleaf: Los Muchachos en San Miguel, para Carlos Lopez. There
were stories about Carlito and Ernito and their ponies, and about
picnics and swimming in the mountain lakes. And there were others
about Jodita and Pablito and El Caf. There were illustrations in
color. Robin chuckled at the sketch of Penny, her nose peeking
between the bars of a silver cage.
Carlos said he had to hide it every time we went to his house,
because it was a surprise. He made it special, just for me. Can I go
and show it to Pablito? Jody asked.
Sure, honey. A new interest was quickly absorbing the child.
The nights frightening adventure had been pushed aside for the
moment as Jody slipped into the security of Carloss and Robins
love.
Robin wandered into Jodys room, still smiling.
Like the book? Carlos stood at the window. It was the first time
Robin had seen him relaxed and at home in the hacienda.
Its beautiful, Carlos. When did you find time to do it? I didnt
know you wrote childrens stories, or that you were an artist, either.
Im not. An artist, that is, except for that last sketch of Penny. I
wrote the stories about Ernesto and myself long ago, but they were
never sold. I had an artist friend in New York do some illustrations,
but still nobody bought. I put them away. When I decided to write
stories about Jody and Pablito for a birthday gift for Jody, I
remembered the old stories and put the book together. I thought she
needed the book now.
How considerate you are, Robin murmured. Could we make a
copy for Pablito?
Carlos nodded. I will struggle to copy the illustrations if you will
do the typing. I made so many .errors that I almost gave up. He
became serious. Robin, I think Jody will be all right now. About
losing her parents, I mean. I came over early today so that I could
talk with her before she became busy with her day. Before she closed
her hurt inside herself again.
You see, I know exactly how she felt. I suppose all children
become angry with their parents from time to time. I did, too. Maybe

not immediately before my mothers death; but after she died, I

remembered all the times I had been rude or disobedient, and I was
miserable because I could never make it up to her. I could never say
that I was sorry.
I cant imagine your ever being rude or disobedient, Robin said
softly.
Carlos shook his head, remembering. He opened the long
windows wide to let in the fresh, cleansing morning air. I was
though. Possibly she resented the increasing amount of time that I
was spending with Ernesto. We boys often followed Roberto around,
helping him with the horses or washing the Lopez cars. My mother
did not seem to mind if Ernesto and I rode the trails together, but she
did not like me to spend time at the hacienda. I disobeyed her
wishes. When she found out and scolded me, I shouted that it was
my fathers house, and that I would go there whenever I pleased.
Robin could see the ragged remnants of remorse lingering in his
eyes. What did your father say?
I dont suppose she ever told him. She was ill soon after that.
Within a few weeks she was dead.
Robin touched his arm lightly, understanding the sadness and
regret that would never quite go away.
I dont know whether she knew that I continued to disobey her,
even when she was ill. Every Saturday I helped Ernesto and Roberto
wash the cars and clean the stables. I did not know how to tell them
that I could not do it anymore, so I went on. I hope she did not
know.
If she did, Im sure she understood.
The irony was that after she died, I did not want to go near La
Escondida. And yet eventually I had to go there to live. And I could
tell no one why I hated to be there. He sighed. I told Jody some of
this. It is important for a child to know that he is not alone in what he
does. It is too hard for anyone, especially a child, to bear guilt and
grief all alone. It was important for Jody to know that I, too, had
been bad, and that I had come through as someone that she could
love.
I see. She didnt think I had ever done anything that bad, so she
couldnt talk to me about it. She didnt think that I could understand
and still love her. Thank you for helping my little sister, Carlos, she
said humbly. Thank you for sharing part of your life with her.
I would like to share all my life with her. And with you, avita.

Before she could say anything he turned away, looking slowly

around the room. I have not been in this playroom for many years. I
have not felt free to come here since my father died.
He touched Pennys cage, and the little guinea pig stood on her
short hind legs to nibble his fingers. Josefa sent for me this
morning. It took the plight of a small child to bring us all together.
With a start Robin remembered the will. Ernesto must have told
her about the will, the paper that I found in Luzs cabin. It was Don
Fernandos will, wasnt it, Carlos?
Carloss smile was tinged with regret. No, avita. It was only an
old letter to Luz from Roberto. By the time I got home last night,
Luz had taken it back. I cannot blame her, as it is the only letter
anyone has ever written to her. Roberto wrote it soon after he came
to work here and while Luz was still living in Guadalajara.
Did she show it to you? Are you sure, Carlos?
He nodded. I stayed to talk with Roberto and Conchita for a
while last night. When I discovered that the paper you had given me
was no longer at my house, I questioned Luz, and she showed me the
letter.
Robin frowned. I only glanced at it, but it certainly didnt look
like a letter. I am sure I saw your fathers name on the first line. As in
a will.
The light was dim, he reminded her, and the letter was
handwritten in Spanish. It was badly smudged. Luz must have
handled it a great many times when she was lonely for her grandson.
She must have had someone read it to her and probably learned the
words by heart.
Why was Don Fernandos name on the first line? Robin asked,
unconvinced. Why would she think it caused his death?
I, too, only glanced at it, but I do not remember seeing my
fathers name. You may have been mistaken, avita.
Robins frown remained. Maybe Luz substituted the letter for the
will. I was so sure so sure
Petirrojo, Carlos said softly, come here, por favor.
She went to where Carlos stood framed in the tall window, the
rain-washed sunny breeze teasing his hair and his full silk sleeves.
He put his arms around her gently and kissed the top of her head.
Do not worry about the money and the estate anymore. We do not
need them to make us happy.
The fabric of his shirt was as soft as a cloud, and Robin felt

enfolded and protected, safe. She bent her head back to look into his
golden eyes. What on earth are you calling me now? she asked
archly.
It is our word for robin redbreast.
Robin remembered another word that she had not understood.
What does cuada mean?
Cuadal Where did you ah, now I remember. The golden
specks twinkled. You heard that when I talked with Ynez yesterday,
no es verdad?
I dont remember exactly. Why did the blood have to creep into
her face to betray her? Maybe I did. She toyed with a button on his
shirt selfconsciously.
Jealous? he teased.
Of course not. Why should I be jealous?
Because I had just proposed to you, querida. It would hardly be
honorable of me to use an endearment to another woman a few
moments later, would it?
Then it is an endearment! Robin tried to push herself out of his
encircling arms, but they only held her more tightly.
Over her head Carlos said soberly, But you did not look up the
word when you were alone. What said what I meant to Ynez did
not trouble you too much, did it, Robin?
There was such sadness in his voice that Robin put her arms
around him, resting her head against his chest. You are so good to
Jody and me. Im sorry I doubted you. I dont know what I would do
without you.
With one arm he held her close while he tipped up her face and
then let his fingers stroke her hair, her cheek. You will never need to
be without me, mi amada, if you will become my wife. In my work I
can live anywhere. Anywhere you like.
I love it here, Carlos, but
He kissed her, silencing whatever her protest was. The tender kiss
slowly became more passionate as Carlos strained Robin against his
body. She closed her eyes and willed herself to respond with the
intensity that she knew lay sleeping within her. She wanted to love
Carlos. She tried to conjure up the delight she would feel as his wife.
Loved, cared for, made happy and fulfilled and secure.
It was Robin who broke the embrace breathlessly and laid her
head once more against the silken softness of his shirt. She could
hear the hammer beats of his heart, feel the trembling of his firm

body. In time, she thought, my eagerness will match his. How can I
not love him? He is everything I want and need.
Then she saw Ernesto. He was leaning against the door of the
playroom, looking up at Robin locked in Carloss embrace. Ernestos
face was impassive, but he raised one hand and then dropped it
lifelessly, a gesture of hopeless appeal that brought tears to her eyes.
She turned away quickly.
What is the matter, avita?
She tried to avert her face, but Carlos turned it upward. When she
blinked to dispel the tears, one fell upon his hand. I hoped I would
never give you cause for sadness, he told her.
Robin shook her head and rubbed away the telltale drop. You
didnt. You never could. Its just that oh, Carlos, I do care for you,
but Im just a cool northern girl, and I dont know that is, will I be
enough for you? You deserve so much. I might disappoint you.
He kissed her lips again, then her moist eyes. Do not worry,
querida. I know that you are a virgin and that you have much to
learn. Teaching you will be a joy, he said huskily. You will not
disappoint me.
I might disappoint both of us, she whispered. I dont want to
hurt you, ever.
His smile was so tender that she yearned to cradle him in her
arms, as a mother does her firstborn. My darling Robin, you must
not be offended by what I am going to say. It may be that before you
can decide about marriage to me, you will want me to love you.
When she opened her mouth to protest, he covered it with a kiss.
Then, I want you to think about it. When you are ready, I will know.
I will be glad if it is soon, for I know that I can teach you to love me
as I love you, and then you will not be afraid to become my wife.
I dont think I could, she said faintly, not before marriage.
Whatever you decide will be right, avita. If you decide that there
are things about me and about yourself that you must know first,
then we will find them out together. But if you choose to remain a
virgin until marriage, I will be patient.
Carlos, Carlos, she murmured. You are so nearly perfect that
you frighten me.
He threw back his head and laughed. Do not put the burden of
sainthood upon me, Robin. You will see one day, I am very human. A
man, not a saint, where you are concerned, my darling.
It was good to hear him laugh. Neither he nor Ernesto laughed

often. Not enough. She glanced quickly out of the window, but
Ernesto was gone. His absence was an affront. She wanted him to
witness Carloss tender embrace and her acceptance of it.
He must have stolen it, she said suddenly.
Robin, what are you talking about?
The will. You didnt look at it when I gave it to you. You were
listening to me tell you about Jody, and you put it on the table and
came* with me right away. Im sure it was the will. Ernesto must
have stolen it.
Robin, you must be fair. Ernesto was not here last night. He did
not know about the paper.
But he came home later, after you had gone. I told him what I
had found in Luzs cabin and that I had given the will to you, Robin
said excitedly. Somehow he has got Luz to help him keep that will
out of sight.
I wish the will meant nothing to you, Carlos said frowning.
She disregarded that. He was angry because I hadnt told him
about the will at once. When I left he was talking earnestly to Luz in
Spanish. Ill bet
Carlos grasped her arms. Does the estate mean so much to you,
Robin? In time we will build a large place of our own, if you wish.
Casa Amarilla is small, but I have faith in my ability as a novelist
now.
Oh, Carlos, I do, too, she said contritely. It is not the estate that
concerns me. It is the fact that Ernesto is stealing from you, hurting
you, not once but twice! How can he be so despicable? Tears welled
into her eyes once more.
Carlos spoke thoughtfully. This morning I talked with Ernesto.
He came to ask when he might explore Mridas cave. He said that
you suggested he make the request, which I granted. He is probably
at the cave now; he was anxious to see the little childs remains.
I didnt tell him about the bones, Robin said sadly. I wanted
the little prince to remain where Mrida had placed him.
Ernesto will treat the bones with great care,
Carlos assured her. She looked up, surprised at the respect he
showed for the brother who had, she was sure, twice wronged him.
Mridas story is of great historical value, and I think we can all be
proud to share in the telling of it.
All right, Robin said, but I intend to ask Ernesto what he did
with that will!

Cool northerner indeed, he said with a chuckle as he kissed her

forehead. I think the fire in you lies smoldering, waiting only for the
fuel to be fed into it. His lips traveled over her eyes and cheeks
before they found her mouth. She put her arms around his neck,
holding him, wanting that hidden flame to flicker to life with a
promise of blazing ecstasy.
Maybe youre right, she whispered against his mouth, adding
mischievously, cuada no, it would be cuado, wouldnt it?
Again his head went back as his laughter rang out. Neither one is
appropriate for what I have in mind, he told her with a wicked grin.
I really have no wish to be your brother-in-law. And to be your
sister-in-law is quite out of the question!

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ROBIN WAS RELIEVED that Ernesto had not returned to the laboratory
when she finally sat down at her desk. The scolding she deserved for
her late arrival could be avoided for a little while, and so could her
questions about what she still believed to be Don Fernandos will.
Carlos had said that he had to drive into San Miguel late that
afternoon, so she could make up her lost time in the laboratory then.
You should take a holiday while you have the chance, he had
told her.
I had one yesterday, Robin had objected. After my work in the
lab, I should do some typing for you, even if youre not here. I need
to catch up.
Mi casa es su casa. My house is yours, an old Spanish saying,
querida. Do not think that you must work when you are in my house.
Take time to explore Casa Amarilla. See what changes you want to
make. Then he had hurried away before she could warn him not to
assume too much.
Robin worked in the lab until almost five oclock. Ernesto cant
say that I cheated him on work time, she muttered as she buffed a
tiny green globule.
While she worked, she thought over what had happened during
the past two days and tried to plan what she would say to Ernesto. If
it werent for the missing will, she would certainly avoid talking to
him at all. His conduct the day before at the fiesta had been brutish

and inexcusable, she told herself. She didnt deny his fascination for
her. She couldnt. But it was purely sexual, of course, she reminded
herself fiercely. It lacked the depth of respect and love and
selflessness that belonged in a lasting relationship. Lasting! Ernesto
was planning his lasting relationship with Ynez. It was foolish even
to speculate upon what sort of relationship he had planned for her,
Robin Hamilton.
If he thought for one minute that I could live like poor Carla
Martenson, he was badly mistaken! she said aloud. Poor Carla
Martenson? Was she to be pitied? Or had she considered herself
infinitely rich to be living with the man she loved, giving him a child
and a home filled with love? Was it better to be like Carla Martenson
than like the thousands of wives who detested or at best tolerated
their husbands and their homes?
Putting down the little bead, Robin stood up and clasped her arms
around herself, shivering. I mustnt think like that, she
reprimanded herself, beginning to pace. I am not Carla Martenson,
and I could never live like that. I am too conventional. I could never
love a man enough not to care what other people thought and said.
Why, Doa Josefa would hate me. And Jody how could she respect
me?
She stopped at the open back window and stared at the eternal
mountains. Well, I dont know why Im trying to rationalize, she
said on a sigh. Its a decision I dont have to make. And that should
make me very happy.
What is it that should make you happy?
Ernestos voice behind her made Robin whirl around. I didnt
hear you come in!
I saw you standing there, muttering to yourself, so I came in
quietly. Maybe I wanted to eavesdrop a little. His eyes were
mocking, but his tone was light. Was he planning to ignore the
previous nights events in the hope that she would forgive and
forget? Tell me, Robin, what should make you happy?
You wouldnt understand the things that make me happy, she
said bitingly. She put the cover over her table carefully. I have
finished for the day. I began late, so I worked late. Youve had your
full six hours work.
Then Carloss work has suffered today as well as yesterday? You
must think him an easier taskmaster than I am.
True.

Ernesto growled, Have I ever overburdened you?

Not with laboratory work.
Come now, Robin, he said, exasperated, I have apologized for
my wicked behavior. I shall confess to the priest, and I shall pray for
forgiveness in heaven. What more do you demand?
That you tell me what you have done with the missing will.
Ernestos eyes narrowed. There was no will. The paper that you
found in Luzs cabin was an old letter from her grandson, Roberto. I
went to see Carlos this morning. I was ready to ask his forgiveness
for my years of doubt and suspicion and to make things right with
him. That would have pleased you, would it not? You would have
thought better of me, no es verdad? But there was, after all, no will.
Of course not, because after I told you about it, you went to
Carloss house and stole it again.
Ernestos face flushed. What!
Carlos took Pablito home last night after he left the hacienda. He
was there quite a while, telling Roberto and Conchita about how we
found Jody in the cave. You had plenty of time to go to Casa
Amarilla before he got there.
You could think that of me?
Yes, I could. I could think almost anything of you now. She
watched the color drain from his face. He leaned against the filing
cabinet, looking desperately ill. She wanted to go to him, to tell him
she didnt mean it.
Because of her conflicting desires and emotions and convictions,
frustrated words leaped to her lips, and she could not stop the
onrushing accusations. Luz said the paper was to make magic, but
Im betting that you knew she had it. What better hiding place than
her cabin? What did you do with it this time? Did you burn it? What
did you promise Luz so that she wouldnt mind lying about it?
You really hate me, Robin. The words were expressionless, a
mere statement of fact.
For years you have been cheating Carlos, and obviously you
intend to continue doing so. For that I despise you, she said, her
cheeks wet. She was so angry that her words came in a flood with
her tears. The pity is that I thought there was so much to love and
admire in you, and now there is nothing. Nothing at all!
Ernesto held himself stiff and still near the door. Robin flung
herself across the room and would have left, except that he suddenly
stepped in front of the screen, blocking her exit. He clutched her

arms and hurled her back against the table. She would have fallen
had he not grasped her again. He shook her like a rag doll.
Listen to me! he seethed. I may have hurt you, but I have
never lied to you. I have never seen any more recent will by Don
Fernando than the one under which I stand as his heir. I have not
cheated my brother. I tried to reason with him, to be fair. That was
years ago, and anger came between us. We spoke together this
morning, but that is between us, Carlos and me. If he wishes to tell
you what we discussed, that is his affair.
His affair, yes! he went on. I saw you this morning in the
playroom. Now your kisses and fondlings are all for Carlos, eh? I
wish you luck, because I doubt that Ynez is entirely out of his
system, and she can be mighty persuasive. He was trembling with
suppressed rage.
You have never lied to me? You lied about Carlos and Ynez!
Robin cried. Carlos doesnt love Ynez. You cant judge his passions
by your own.
Yes, he hissed, I can. I know him better than you do. His
passion for Ynez is the same as mine, and for the same reasons. His
passion for you is the same as mine, too.
Beast! she flung at him, trying to twist away. To you women
are just playthings. Even when the whole damn Lopez estate goes
with your marriage to Ynez, she is still just a sex object to you! You
are shameless!
He laughed, but the sound was not pleasant. You infuriate me!
What do you think you do to me?
Shall I tell you? Or shall I show you?
Let me go!
He brought his mouth down upon hers savagely. She thought he
would never take it away. She wanted to cling to him, to answer
every bite, every sensuous movement, but she forced herself to
resist, to clutch every last tattered shred of self-respect around
herself. With a gigantic effort she remained passive and cold.
Finally he lifted his head, his eyes like burning coals above her. I
have lost you, he said toneless-ly.
You never had me, she retorted icily.
Yes, he whispered, yes, I did. In the cave your heart and soul
were mine. And your body, almost.
I told you she began.
He put his hand over her mouth. Dont, he commanded. Dont

tell me again that it is the same as with any man. He let his hand
glide down her throat and to her breast. She wanted to grasp his hand
and carry it to her lips before she guided it to the warm flesh beneath
her shirt. She dared not look at him for fear that he would read the
longing in her eyes.
You said you thought there was something to admire and to
love in me, he said haltingly and almost gently.
I didnt say that, she protested, choosing not to remember.
He didnt argue. I destroyed that last night. I did not mean to.
God! I did not want to hurt you! Robin, why cant you forgive me?
He was pleading.
Stunned and silent, she felt him relax his hold. He let her go then,
dropping his head into his hands. His voice held anguish, and it hurt
her to see his proud head bowed.
Numbly Robin wondered why she had to go on punishing Ernesto
in the face of his obviously sincere remorse. What right had she to
deny forgiveness to him? Was she herself so perfect? But she could
not bring herself to accept his plea. I guess I just dont understand
cheating and rape.
Ernesto drew himself up, his customary pride lending him dignity
and stature. I am guilty of neither, he said. Well, Robin Hamilton,
I will not trouble you anymore. I would appreciate it if you would
complete Mridas string of jade beads, but if you prefer to terminate
your work with me at once he shrugged I will find someone
else with greater ability and fewer scruples.
He lifted a small box from the top Of the filing cabinet. I am
going to Mexico City tomorrow with these bones. I shall be gone for
a few weeks, but you will be paid until my wedding day. Whether
you choose to work or not is of no concern to me.
After the bitter fire of the confrontation, the cold finality of the
dismissal was so sudden and confusing that Robin could think of
nothing to say. Ernesto took a plastic bag filled with dirt from his
pocket and tossed it carelessly onto the worktable.
I will take Ynez back to Mexico City so that you can enjoy
Carloss attentions without fear of competition, he told her
mockingly. The lines at the corners of his mouth deepened with
ironic mirth before he held the door open so that Robin could
precede him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
A WEEK PASSED, and then two. September, hot and dry, gripped the
mountainsides and turned them brown. Sometimes Carlos declared
that it was simply too hot to work. He would send the children
scampering for the swimsuits, towels and El Caf, and he would
saddle a pair of horses so that he and Robin could take the
youngsters to the little lake high above the Lopez meadow.
Robin had first seen the enchanted spot with Ernesto when he was
teaching her to ride the mountain paths. It was this lake that fed the
stream that threaded its foaming way down the slopes to make the
deep pool near Carloss quiet place, where it finally cascaded over
Mridas cave to disappear into the crevices of the earth. The
gigantic snow-covered crags hiding in the clouds to the east fed the
lake, and its waters were deep and cold.
On these excursions Robin rode La Mancha, named because of
the brown stains on her otherwise sleek white body. The mare was
gentle and steady, Just right for you, seorita, Roberto had assured
her. Don Carlos, he had asked then, Will you try to ride Tronido?
He needs exercise and discipline.
Carlos had slowly approached the fiercely proud stallion. Has
anyone ever ridden him but Ernesto?
No, seor. Tronido will let me saddle him, but he will not let me
ride.
Carlos held his hand open beneath Tronidos nose, but the horse
shied and reared. How like Ernesto the stallion is, Robin thought.
Proud, handsome, virile, impossible to tame! Only a man like
Ernesto could strike a spark of kinship in such a superb animal.
Carlos chose to ride Zaino, a beautiful chestnut. On this particular
day Doa Josefa had snt a picnic lunch with them, and the children
were delighted that they could stay as long as they pleased.
After an hour of splashing and swimming, Robin and Carlos
toweled the children and rubbed on lotion that would keep their
tender skin protected from sun rays. Soon Jody and Pablito squirmed
away to watch a family of chipmunks playing under the trees.
Carlos spread a blanket in the dappled shade where he and Robin
could keep their eyes on the children. Robin put on her protective
dark glasses and lay down, while Carlos stretched out beside her, his
head propped on one arm. Robin sighed, trying to grasp the feeling

of contentment that she had felt with Ernesto in this high shallow
bowl of woods and water.
Ernesto why must he always invade her thoughts? She recalled
the easy companionship they had experienced on that mountain ride.
That was long ago, before they had come to hate each other. Hate?
Robin knew that what she felt for Ernesto was not hatred. She had
loved him, but at the fiesta she had learned that, although she stirred
him sexually, she was no more to him than any woman with whom
he might choose to spend the night. He wanted her, but he did not
love her. More than that, he was betrothed to Ynez, and Robin had
no intention of becoming a part of a triangular affair. She was angry
and insulted that Ernesto thought she might. How little he
understood her!
Resolutely Robin stared into the sky, not wanting to analyze her
thoughts further. She watched a huge graceful bird Ernestos eagle
circle lazily against the sky. She envied the eagle his proud
independence. He was the monarch of his world, sufficient unto
himself. His role in life was predetermined, and his instincts told him
unfailingly what to do. If he erred he paid the price, possibly with his
life; but meanwhile he soared against the serenity of the sky and the
clouds. He mated wildly and completely. The sun, moon and stars
were his guides, and the whole mountain was his aerie.
A verse came to her mind, and she recited:
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringd with the azure world, he stands.
Carlos recognized it. Lord Tennysons The Eagle. At Robins
look of surprise he reminded her, I studied literature to prepare to be
a writer. There is another verse. He frowned, trying to remember it,
and Robin went on:
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his
mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Thats it, he said, applauding. But that is probably a vulture
you are watching.
A vulture? Robin wrinkled her nose.
Carlos laughed and traced the profile of her face. Vultures are
beautiful, too. In flight, anyway. They do what they are programmed
to do. It is just that they dont do what we do, so we do not approve;

I would not be surprised if they consider some of our human customs

rather disgusting, too.
It was Robins turn to chuckle. Is this going to be a philosophical
afternoon? Or am I to learn that you are a student of vulture
culture?
Carlos caressed her cheek. My study runs to much smaller bird
life. Robins, for example.
Robin briefly touched his hand. Thats comforting. I can identify
better with them.
She closed her eyes against Carloss continued scrutiny. She knew
that soon he would ask for her answer. Perhaps this afternoon.
Marriage. Would it be as idyllic with Carlos as she hoped? He
was already planning the restoration of Casa Amarilla, consulting her
frequently. It was impossible not to catch his enthusiasm, although
she tried to make it clear that the yellow house would be beautiful
and comfortable for him, and that he must not think of any
convenience but his own.
Carlos and Robin, Luz and the children had already accomplished
a great deal. The patio garden was a riot of blooms wisteria,
portulaca, impatiens, geraniums, roses. Pampas grass waved in the
corners, and Robin had transplanted sprigs of trumpet vine that
would climb over the entry arch. You will want every visitor to
know he is as welcome here as he is at the hacienda, she had said.
One happy family? Carlos had asked quizzically.
Yes, thats true, she said with satisfaction. Since Jodys
adventure in the storm, Carlos had spent more and more time at La
Escondida. Doa Josefa welcomed him, although at times Robin
caught her staring intensely at him. She wondered why the seora
seemed troubled. Did she still harbor resentments that she could not
entirely control?
Casa Amarilla was spotless and charming now. The rooftop had
been restored as the garden lounge it had been in Carloss boyhood.
Potted plants bordered its molded adobe edge, and Carlos had
painted a checkerboard in the center of the floor. If she decided to
marry Carlos, Robin would love her new home. If she decided.
Why did she feel uncertain and restless? She stole a quick glance
at Carlos. He was still caressing her with his eyes, patient, yearning,
undemanding. If he would just say that he would wait no longer than
next Friday, then she would have to make up her mind. Why was
she waiting? Why should she think that time would give her

direction?
Robin closed her eyes again. She knew the answer. Even with
Carlos bending above her in this magic sunlit place, she could not
put Ernesto from her mind. In a way it was Ernestos place, this high
lakeland.
It was more than two weeks since she had seen Ernesto. She could
hardly avoid thinking about him, for she had continued to work in
his laboratory. The jade order had been delivered, and she had
meticulously cut and polished the pieces that she needed to restore
the long string of beads. The plastic bag that Ernesto had
unceremoniously dumped on the work-table before he left had
contained more fragments from the floor of the cave. The work was
completed. The necklace was exquisite, and she longed to show it to
him.
She had been lonely in the workshop. A hundred times she had
looked up, thinking she heard Ernestos quick, firm tread on the
doorsill. She found it increasingly hard to hold on to her anger
against him.
Robin had tried to think through with honesty what had happened
between them. She remembered everything he had said to her the
accusations, the apologies, the careful work instructions and even the
demanding, tempting words of desire. She had to admit that some of
her actions might have been misconstrued by Ernesto. Misconstrued?
Had she been waiting for him the night Ynez made him walk
home from San Miguel? No, of course not. They had barely
.managed to be civil to one another until that night. Nevertheless,
why hadnt she gone to bed, since the hour was late?
That was the night she had seen Ynez drive home alone and then
swing down the lane toward Casa Amarilla. Maybe, Robin conceded,
she had felt intrigued by this man who was so different from anyone
she had ever known. Maybe she had wanted to see him, wanted to be
glad that he and Ynez were not together.
And that first kiss? She had not drawn away. In spite of his initial
insulting behavior, she had not rebuffed him.
And the cave. Ernesto had accused her body of betraying a
passion that matched his own, in spite of her denials. Robins face
burned whenever she thought of the incident, for Ernesto had
guessed the truth. Every fiber of her being had wanted him that day.
She had felt her principles, her sense of reality, slip away into the
shadows, leaving her with only the overwhelming desire to join her

body with his in joyful abandon. She wanted to belong to him

forever.
But forever was impossible. It couldnt last, she had told herself
over and over. And she would be overcome with guilt and shame if
she allowed herself to slip into a clandestine affair. She had to think
of Jody and of her own self-respect.
Increasingly she had turned to Carlos. She cared deeply for him,
but not with the wild, sweet desire that she felt for Ernesto. How
different the two men were, half brothers, both tied and estranged by
the blood that they shared.
Awhe days had passed, the emptiness caused by Ernestos
continued absence and silence had deepened. The lonely ache should
have lessened as time went by, but it did not. At last Robin had been
forced to wonder how she could bear to spend the rest of her life
without him. She thought of Carla Martenson. She, too, must have
faced the same question. Had her decision been made in an hour of
weakness? Or was it strength?
Robins reverie was disturbed when she felt her dark glasses
being slipped from her face. I am sorry, querida. I did not mean to
waken you. I cannot see your face under these great black things, and
I love to look at you.
Carloss face was so close that his breath was warm on her cheek.
I wasnt sleeping, she admitted.
I thought you were, he said huskily. My beautiful wife, asleep
beside me. He bent to kiss her linger ingly.
Robin put her hands against his chest, and the wiry black hairs
curled round her fingers. The children, she reminded him.
I am not afraid to have them know that I love you, he
whispered. Are you, avita? Are you afraid? Is that what is holding
you back? I know how to be gentle. He began to stroke her waist
and her thigh, toying with the spaghetti strings that kept her tiny
bikini in place.
Carlos, she said with a little laugh, I know that you are the
most gentle person in the world. Of course I am not afraid.
Then
We came here to swim and sun and picnic, she said, pushing
him away as she sat up, with the children.
His eyes upon her were darkly troubled, the golden lights dim. I
love you, avita ma. It is time for you to give me your answer. Every
time I see you I think of you as my wife. I need to know whether

there is hope. I want you, querida, soon.

There it was, the sort of deadline that she had wanted him to
make. She could no longer keep him at arms length, there was no
reason not to accept him. Dear Carlos, Robin said softly, I didnt
realize Perhaps because you do not feel as I do.
She took his hands in hers to ease the pain that she heard in his
voice. I do care for you deeply, she murmured.
Instantly the sunny flecks in his eyes danced into life. Does that
mean that you will marry me, querida?
Yes. It was a whisper, a word hardly spoken.
My darling! There was no mistaking the joy in Carloss
response. You have made me very happy! I will devote my life to
giving you happiness and love. Jody! Pablito! Come here! He could
no longer contain his joy.
When the children heard the marriage plans, they clapped their
hands.
Now well never have to leave La Escondida, will we, Robin?
Jody asked. Everything will be just the same, the way we like it.
Except that you and Robin will live at Casa Amarilla, Carlos
said.
Oh. Jody sat quietly thinking. Then, Are you going to be my
daddy?
Robin isnt your mother, is she?
Jody giggled. Shes my sister.
Carlos will be the big brother, Pablo explained.
Thats nice, Jody remarked, and that will make Ernesto my
brother, too. she paused at a less acceptable thought. Do I have to
have Ynez for a sister?
She and Ernesto will live in Mexico City. They will not be at the
hacienda very much, Carlos tried to reassure her.
Maybe we can ask Ernesto to come without her, Jody said
hopefully. Then the two children raced away.
Would you like that, too? Carlos asked Robin softly.
What do you mean? Robins heart seemed to skip a beat. Carlos
knew of her attraction to Ernesto, but she had hoped that now he
would be reassured.
I thought you were a little jealous of Ynez, he teased, refusing
to let his own jealousy mar the day. Perhaps you would feel better if
she were not here to tempt me.
Does she tempt you? Robin asked coyly.

Not anymore. I will never again want anyone now that I have
you, my love.
He reached for her again, but she quickly got to her feet and ran
toward the lake. One dip before lunch, she called laughingly over
her shoulder.
Carlos raced after Robin, and together they splashed in the cold
water until their skin was used to the chill. Robin was a good
swimmer, and her strokes matched Carloss as they glided into
deeper water.
Robin playfully ducked Carlos, and when he emerged, sputtering,
he grasped her around the waist and wrapped his long arms and legs
around her. You must take your punishment, he exclaimed.
Together they sank below the surface, locked in embrace, holding
their breath.
Carlos freed her, and they kicked their way to the surface. Again
he imprisonedlier.
Carlos, youll drown me, she protested, laughing.
I want you, my love, he said hoarsely. Relax. I will swim with
you. Lie back and put your hands on my shoulders. He swam just
above her, slowly, letting the water lace them together with liquid
fingers.
Can you see the children? she asked.
He made a strangled sound in his throat as his feet touched
bottom and he stopped to cradle her in his arms. Think of me now,
only me, he commanded. He caressed her breasts, scarcely covered
by the white triangles of her bikini top.
Carlos, she pleaded. She tried to stand, but the water was too
deep for her, and she succeeded only in grasping his shoulders for
support, kicking the water to a froth.Please, Carlos, she begged.
Sensing her distress, he held her for a moment longer. Soon you
will be my wife, he reminded her.
Robin touched his face, reading hurt and bewilderment. Yes,
she said. Can you give me until that time?
He swam with her until they could both stand. Yes. I am sorry. It
is just that
I know, she said softly.
No, avita, I do not think you do. But I will teach you when the
time is right. Forgive my impatience.
Hand in hand they walked to the shore. Carlos had been mistaken.
Twice. Once when he thought she was ready to make love. And

again when he thought she did not understand his passion. She did.
Oh, she did! It had burned in her own veins once. But it had burned
for Ernesto. She knew now why she continued to punish Ernesto so
cruelly for the night of the fiesta. It was not so much for what he had
done or tried to do as it was for awakening the wild, ungovernable
desire within her as he had done so many times. That was what she
could not forgive. He had no right to make her love him and want
him when his whole life was committed to another woman.
Ernesto had recognized her feeling for him before she had dared
to recognize it herself. In the cave he had asked for her love,
persuading her with his body to give it. She could understand that. It
was an honest request, one she was free to grant or to reject. But
once Ernesto knew that she would not enter into a temporary and
casual love relationship, he had no right to try to force her.
Especially not to violate her in a drunken frenzy.
The sunlight on Carloss wet body made him look like a bronze
god. She smiled as she remembered that he had warned her not to
endow him with sainthood. No danger of that anymore.
Why are you smiling, queridal
Robin looked up into the clear blue sky. The great bird was still
there, freely choosing his spiral paths, directing his own way, his
own life. I was thinking that when I become your wife, perhaps then
I will be free.
Free from what, my darling?
Oh, she said, I dont know what I meant. Just free from little
worries that lurk in a girls mind, I guess.
Together we will be free, he told her, putting his arm around her
and leading her toward where the children were already digging into
the picnic basket. Free to travel or to stay cozily at home. Free to
love each other. He looked at Robin tenderly. Free to forget to be
afraid.
She returned his look and turned away. The eager passion was still
there, held in check and disciplined though it now was. In some ways
she felt that she was just beginning to know Carlos.
Im sorry, Carlos, she murmured. Not yet. When she raised
her eyes, she caught the dark path of the eagle as he plummeted to
his nest on the rocky heights. She envied his freedom.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DONA JOSEFA was delighted with the news of Robins engagement to

Carlos. With us a betrothal is as binding as a marriage, she said. I
will have the padre proclaim it in the church this Sunday morning.
The troubled look she had worn lately was replaced with a bright
interested smile that refused to disappear through the days that she
helped Robin plan her late October wedding.
Only weeks away, she fretted happily, and there is so much to
do. Will there be friends and relatives from the States? We have
plenty of room
Robin held up her hand. No one from the States, she said.
Carlos and I thought of just a small wedding. Just the people here at
La Escondida.
Not in the cathedral? The seora was astonished. Ah, I see
how it is. There is not time for you to take the instructions, no es
verdad! Well, then, perhaps in the library?
We would like to have the ceremony in the patio at Casa
Amarilla, Robin told her. You havent seen it since Carlos came
back. It is lovely, Doa Josefa.
I see. But Robin suspected that she did not see at all. The
seora cherished the thought of having Robins wedding at the
hacienda, of playing the role of mother-of-the-bride.
Perhaps Casa Amarilla is not large enough for the reception,
Robin suggested, so if you wouldnt mind, we could serve our
guests here.
Mind! The seoras good humor was quickly restored.
Conchita is a wonder at such things, and she has sisters and cousins
who will be glad to help her.
Doa Josefa went with Robin into San Miguel, where they made
arrangements for the printed invitations, the wines and champagne,
the favors, and the band for dancing in the library.
Im afraid this is getting to be too big, too much of a burden for
you, Robin protested.
I have friends whom I have not properly entertained for many
years, Doa Josefa returned. Please allow me this pleasure. She
turned to Robin earnestly. I cant tell you how pleased I am that you
have accepted Carlos. I know that you will make him very happy,
and then perhaps we can all be happy together at last.
The wistfulness in the seoras tone was not lost upon Robin. She,

too, hoped that the brothers and Doa Josefa would live in harmony.
That she loved Ernesto must be forever her own secret; in her heart
she hoped she knew that once she truly became Carloss wife,
learned to respond to him with the eagerness that he deserved, then
the memory of Ernestos lips and arms would fade. She would forget
himjust as she was sure he was already forgetting her.
And now the gown, Robin.
Gown? I had thought of a simple white dress, one that I could
wear later
The seora was genuinely exasperated. Is this not a very special
time, one that you do not intend to repeat? Think of the gown as a
symbol, my dear. It must be more beautiful, more special, more
exciting than anything you have ever worn before or will ever wear
again.
But I cant
Again the seora stopped her objections. It will be my gift,
querida. I will not expect you to wear it again. She smiled
thoughtfully. It was an ancient Indian custom to wear the wedding
robes a second time at ones funeral, but such old customs have long
ago disappeared. I would prefer to have you keep the gown for the
pleasure and beauty of your own daughter upon her own wedding
day. Or perhaps Jody will ask to wear it.
You are too good to me, Robin said warmly, but
No, Robin. No more objections. Let us say that I owe this to
Carlos. This and much more.
The seora had made similar statements once or twice before, and
they puzzled Robin. What guilt feelings was Doa Josefa trying to
overcome?
Robin was still not entirely convinced that she was mistaken in
thinking she had found the will in Luzs cabin. But Ernesto had
looked stunned when she charged him with stealing the document,
for once at a loss for words. He had seemed genuinely shocked to
think that she could suspect him of doing such a thing, and she now
regretted her bitter accusations. And yet at one time she had believed
that Ernesto and his mother had destroyed Don Fernandos last will.
Now she could not believe that either of them would do anything so
deliberately cruel and dishonest.
The seora led her into a tiny shop on a side street, and to her
surprise, Robin recognized the proprietress. She was the stout
seamstress who had sold Carlos the turquoise-and-silver fiesta dress.

Ah, Seora Lopez! The womans round face creased into a

broad smile. S/, the dress is ready for you. She hurried into a back
room and reappeared with the turquoise dress, showing it to Robin
proudly. See, I have mended the tear so that it does not show at all.
A bit of lace, a few silver buttons, and it is better than new.
Robin looked at the seora in astonishment. My dress. You had
it fixed for me.
Carlos asked me to do it, the seora explained softly. It was
the first thing he has ever asked me to do, and that made me very
happy. Forgive me for invading your room to find it.
Robin put her arm around the seoras slim shoulders. You and
Carlos both spoil me unmercifully, she said, her eyes shining. This
was a lovely gift from Carlos, and I I hated having it ruined.
I know. Doa Josefa handed some coins to the seamstress.
Now you can forget all but the pleasure the dress brought to you,
Robin.
But none of the wedding dresses in San Miguel satisfied the
seora. We will go to Mexico City, she decided. Tomorrow.
Robin had learned that it was useless to oppose Doa Josefa when
her mind was set. She had never been to Mexico City, and she
looked forward to the trip. Nevertheless, in a way she felt she was
being swept toward a destiny that she could not clearly see, by forces
over which she had no control. She thought wistfully of the eagle,
soaring free, master of his world.
Well, Ill soar like the eagle, she told herself. But the eagles eyes
were sharper than hers, and he never flew without understanding
perfectly the direction of his night.
At the hacienda the seora and Robin put away their purchases.
The city is large, and there are many places to shop, Doa Josefa
said. We will pack enough so that we can stay several days if
necessary. Do not forget the satin shoes, so that we will have the hem
just right, she cautioned.
When Jody saw the dainty long yellow dress that the seora had
chosen for her, she was round-eyed. For me? she exclaimed. Ill
be gorgeous! But what if I fall when it gets tangled around my feet?
You wont fall, honey. But maybe you should give up running
for the day. h Okay. What did you bring for Pablito to wear?
Robin and Doa Josefa exchanged looks. It had not occurred to
them that Pablitomight like to be dressed as finely as his playmate.
We will find something for him in Mexico City tomorrow, the

seora promised.
I dont have to go with you, do I? Jody asked, wrinkling her
nose in distaste.
No, you may stay with Conchita, Robin said with a grin,
grateful that Jody had no desire to tag along and become bored and
cross. Soon you and Pablito will have to start regular school classes;
you may as well make the most of your last vacation days.
Robin put on the mended fiesta dress before she went downstairs.
Ill just go and tell Carlos that we are going on a three-day shopping
spree, she told thz seora. Ill be back soon.
Do not hurry, the seora said. I can put Jody to bed. If it is
dark, Carlos will walk back with you.
Robin looked at the seora sharply, but she was innocently
stirring her cup of tea. Ill be back long before dark, Doa Josefa.
Carlos was not at the yellow house. He back soon, Luz said.
Robin noted that the Volkswagen was not in the driveway.
Did he go to San Miguel? Robin asked.
Luz nodded, her face wreathed in smiles. Some caf, no? I
make?
That would be nice. Robin saw a chance to talk alone with Luz.
Carlos wanted her to forget about the will, once so important to him,
but she continued to have the nagging certainty that it had existed
and possibly still did, and solving the mystery of the will now
seemed the only way to resolve the brothers quarrel. Unwilling to
have Carlos think that she wanted the wealth for herself, she had
kept her suspicions secret.
She told Luz about the coming trip to Mexico City and described
the shining satin shoes she had bought, and Jodys lovely yellow
dress. The old womans eyes sparkled with interest.
Carlos is good man, she said. Ernesto, too. Two good mans,
yes?
Oh, yes, Robin agreed. Luz, the paper that I found the night
Jody was lost may I see it?
The old eyes became veiled as Luz drew back into her corner.
Was it fear that had so quickly erased her look of pleasure? Stiffly
she tried to rise, but Robin caught her sleeve.
Please dont go, Luz. Im not trying to frighten you. I would just
like to see that paper again. Is it in your cabin?
No, Luz muttered. Paperdead. I kill.
Robin frowned. Translations were difficult, especially when Luz

was trying to make them. Do you mean that you burned it, Luz?
When the old woman shook her head, Robin persisted, You showed
it to Carlos. Cant you let me see it, too?
Luz hesitated. Please, Luz. Ill go with you to your house.
The old woman pulled herself out of the chair and shuffled to the
door. Come, she said grimly.
In the little cabin, Luz took a box from the shelf above her bed. It
was not the same box Robin had seen on the table the first time she
had been in the house. From it Luz took a folded, worn and soiled
sheet of paper and handed it to Robin. A brief look showed that it
was exactly what Ernesto had described, an old letter from Roberto
written in simple Spanish.
This isnt the one, Robin said. She was not positive that was the
truth, but she had to try to get an admission from Luz. Where is the
paper I saw the night of the storm? A sudden worry made her ask,
Did you give it to Ernesto? She couldnt bear it if she had
misjudged him and that, after all, he was hiding the truth and
cheating his brother.
No, no! Luz cried. Bad paper! Hide from mi nieto?
Did you hide it, Luz?
The Mexican woman wagged her head and reached a trembling
hand for the letter. This good magic. Roberto make for me.
Yes, I know Roberto wrote this letter to you. Dont be afraid,
Luz. Just tell me about the other paper.
Bad magic, make death, she muttered. Nobody find no more.
No harm nobody. You go now. Don Carlos home now.
Robin looked out and saw the Volkswagen beside the yellow
house. All right, Luz. It would help Carlos very much if he had the
paper that his father wrote, but I wont trouble you about it
anymore.
Luz continued to mutter, Paper of death. Belong dead. Bad
magic.
Robin sighed as she left Luz. Would she ever understand the
broken English? Luzs lightning-fast Spanish was even more difficult
for her to follow.
Carlos came to meet her, his eyes lighting up when he saw the
turquoise dress. Querida, he said, embracing her, my beautiful
fiesta novia.
Thank you, she told him after his kiss, for having it mended
for me.

It is a dress of memories, he said softly, the dress in which you

listened to my proposal of marriage.
Yes, she said. A dress of many memories.
It is good that you wear it now, he told her. You will see the
reason later. He led her into the house while she told him about the
coming trip to Mexico City. I would like to come with you, he told
her slowly, but perhaps it is best that I stay and work on the novel.
Lately whenever I try to think of Mrida, it is your face that I see;
and when I try to write about her, I can think only of the way you
speak and walk.
She gave him a little push. Youre making that up. You just dont
want to come,
That is true. They both laughed. There are very few things that
I would not like to do with you, avita, he said, drawing her close,
but shopping for clothes is one of them. Now would you like to tell
me what you were doing in Luzs cabin?
Just talking, she declared innocently.
About the will?
Carlos, must you read my mind? she demanded.
He drew her down onto the sofa. I hope it will always be open to
me.
She looked away from his probing brown eyes as she told him
about her conversation with Luz. I learned one thing, she finished.
There really was another paper. Luz admitted it. She seemed afraid
of it, saying it had something to do with death. Maybe she does
understand what a will is, but I dont know why she should be
frightened of it unless. She hesitated.
Unless? Carlos prompted.
Unless she was told that it was bad or dangerous, she said in a
low tone. That might make her want to get rid of it. She said, I hide
from mi nieto. What does that mean, Carlos?
Nieto means grandson. Roberto, of course.
What could he have to do with the will?
You are assuming many things, avita. You are assuming that she
had the will and has now hidden or destroyed it. She may have had
another paper, perhaps another letter from Roberto. Maybe it
contained bad news, bad magic, and of course she would not want it
to be in contact with her grandson or his family. Whatever the paper
was, she has probably destroyed it. We should forget the matter.
I dont think she destroyed it, Robin said stubbornly. Wont

you try to talk to Luz?

Carloss eyes narrowed slightly as she shrugged. You still cling
to your assumptions, Robin, and one of them is that Ernesto has
something to do with this, is it not so? I have no wish to renew old
wounds. I have talked with my brother, and we have agreed to bury
the past. I am content.
I knew that you had talked the morning after the storm, she
said.
She felt his arm stiffen across her shoulders. Did Ernesto tell you
of his offer?
He told me only that you had talked. What was the reason for
the tension she felt in Carlos? She had tried hard to mask her
feelings, but could he be jealous? We quarreled, she told him,
hoping to dispel his uneasiness. I accused him of taking the will out
of your house. I guess I was wrong.
Yes, Carlos said, you were. Once I, too, thought he would
stoop to thievery to keep me from my inheritance, but I no longer
think so. He came to me early that morning, and we talked a long
time until I went to the hacienda. Ernesto and I are friends and
brothers again. With time we will forget the needless pain that we
have caused each other.
I cant tell you how happy that makes me, Carlos.
Ernesto has asked me to become the steward of all the Lopez
enterprises north of Mexico City. He intends to live in the city and
will supervise everything there and to the south.
Do you mean that Ernesto will never come back to San Miguel?
The words were wrenched from her. Was it possible that she would
never see him again?
Was he so angry at her accusations and her refusal to forgive that
he never wanted to come within hundreds of miles of her?
Does it matter to you so much, querida? Carlos asked wistfully.
N-no. It is his work that concerns me. You must remember that I
have worked with him all summer long. I know how much he cares
about his work, and I dont see how he can just go off and leave it
and never come back. She stopped short in order to stem the full
tide of words and the threat of betrayal.
Carlos kissed her tenderly. I understand, avita. My brother is like
a magnet, a flame for the moth, a planet for the moon. When she
buried her face against his chest, he stroked her hair and held her.
She put her arms around his neck and clung to him.

Finally she lifted her face. Im sorry, Carlos. I promise you that it
is passing, this this infatuation. After that night at the fiesta I
almost hated him. But I have to be honest with you, dont I? We must
always be honest with each other. There is still an attraction. It
will be entirely gone by the tim we are married. It will be best if he
never does come home again, at least for a long, long time.
You do not need to make promises, querida. I will take my
chances. Believe me, I know how it is; love is not something one can
control. Soon Ernesto will be married to Ynez, and although he will
not be faithful to her, nor she to him, that will not concern us, for we
will have each other, and that will be enough.
You are so sure, Robin whispered, and that makes me sure.
Perhaps this will give you confidence, my darling. Carlos drew
a small velvet box from his pocket. He opened it and slipped the
sparkling sapphire-and-gold ring on her finger.
How beautiful it is, Carlos! It fits perfectly. How did you happen
to get the right size? She knew that she was talking excitedly to
check the unreasonable dismay that had come over her. The ring, the
announcement in the church, the shopping trip were all symbols of
her irrevocable commitment. The image of the eagle flashed before
her, but he was flying away from her, out of reach.
A lucky guess, Carlos said indulgently% I can return it if it
does not suit.
It suits. She settled into the curve of his arm.
The evening shadows reached into the room and folded around
them. Carlos spoke eagerly of the plans he had for their life together.
If I am steward for Ernesto, we will have a great deal of money
right away. We will not need to wait until I have written more books
to do all the things we want.
What things do we want, Carlos?
To travel, perhaps to enlarge Casa Amarilla, or build a new casa
on the mountain or wherever you like.
Will you have time to write?
Carlos shrugged. The Lopez offices are everywhere. That work
would have to come first. And there are charities to administer the
childrens home and the home for the aged, and Ernesto wants to
build a medical research center; I would need to supervise the
construction.
But your writing will suffer! There will be no time. You are a
fine writer and you love your work, Carlos. You must not consider

setting it aside!
Are you suggesting that I turn aside such a great deal of money
when it is finally within my grasp? He sounded incredulous.
We dont need it to be happy. How many really happy rich
people do you know? she demanded. The most important thing is
to do the work that you love. Dont you see? Thats why Ernesto is
so wrong in giving up his archaeological research. She checked
herself. Why must her thoughts always circle back to Ernesto?
But Carlos was laughing. My wonderful novial I hoped that you
would feel that way, but I thought the legacy was important to you.
So you were willing to put your dreams aside for a greedy
bride? she exclaimed in vexation. Foolish man! The legacy was
important to me only because it was important to you. Not the
money, Carlos. Just the document that would prove to you and your
family that your father loved you and told you the truth.
Carloss caresses were gently intimate as the shadows lengthened.
Robin remembered her promise to return to the hacienda in time to
put Jody to bed. I must go, Carlos.
He rose at once and drew her to her feet. I sense that you are still
troubled, my darling, he told her softly. Is it that you wonder how I
could forgive Ernestos drunken attack upon you? I would not want
you to think that I regarded it lightly. Or that I thought you were in
any way to blame.
Robin leaned against the door. Of course she was not to blame. Or
was she? Had she reached out wordlessly, asking for Ernestos love,
and had he understood?
Ernesto was full of remorse, he went on. He said he would
give his life to undo the insult he had given you. I believe him,
Robin. If he had not come to me that early morning, perhaps I wojjld
have killed him. Again cold, deadly purpose showed in his darkened
gaze. But he came to me. He swore that nothing had happened. That
was the truth, wasnt it?
Yes, she said. I told you. He was drunk. He tore my dress.
Bruised me a little. That was all.
A sigh escaped him as he relaxed. Of course I believe you. Both
of you.
She longed to restore the happy caring, golden look to his eyes.
Carlos, hold me once more, she said, going close to him.
He put his arms around her carefully and kissed the top of her
head. She raised her face, her lips parted to receive his. Carlos, she

whispered, maybe if you made love to me, that would make

everything right.
Querida, querida! Carlos said huskily. How I have longed to
hear you ask me to-Iove you! He ran his hand through her hair and
held her tightly for a moment before he released her. But I want you
to come to me because you want me, and not because you need to
blot out thoughts of Ernesto. I can be patient awhile longer. Buy your
wedding dress, novia ma, and when you come to me in that, Ernesto
will be married to Ynez and there will be no room in your heart for
anyone but me.
Novia fiancee. She knew that word. She was proud to be
Carloss novia. Proud and happy. How wise he was, how handsome
and good. I do love you, Robin said, but her voice faltered as if she
was not entirely convinced yet.
Of course you do, he agreed cheerfully. Now let me take you
back to La Escondida before I change my mind.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
THE TRIP TO MEXICO CITY was a whirlwind of shopping and fittings,
the theater, sight-seeing and dining at the most elegant and expensive
restaurants. The seora was delighted with Robins pleasure and
interest and suggested that they prolong their stay. After this you
will always travel with your husband, Robin, so why not indulge me
this once?
Will we have time to make everything ready at home? Robin
demurred. You havent forgotten that Ynez and Ernesto are to be
married next week, have you?
I have not forgotten, my dear. Everything is in readiness. Most of
the responsibility for that wedding is with the Gonzalez family. My
part is finished. Ernesto will marry a girl of regal Spanish
background, and I have personally cleaned and polished the jade for
her inspection on the wedding night. We will be at the hacienda in
plenty of time, Robin. The Gonzalez servants are already working at
the San Miguel summer home; Ynez and her parents will arrive there
early next week.
Robin had to admit that an extra day or two would be welcome.
The metropolis fascinated her. It was like no other city she had ever

seen. Perched on a great seventy-five-hundred-foot plateau, the

climate was comfortable, even during the current rainy season. The
majestic peaks of the Sierra Madre mountains surrounded the city
like a fortress, their watchtowers shrouded in rain clouds.
She especially liked the old sections where modern business
buildings stood next to lovely ancient palaces and churches. The
beautiful Paseo de la Reforma was the most impressive, broad
boulevard Robin had ever seen, impossible to compare with even the
finest in New York City. Every few blocks a glorieta, the landscaped
circle with flowers and statuary, broke the straight lines of the
Paseos tree-shaded lanes that led past luxurious apartment buildings
and concrete-and-glass skyscrapers.
I still have some shopping to do, Robin confessed. Id like to
find a necklace with a tiny sapphire for Jodys birthday.
Her birthstone. That would be lovely. That is why Carlos chose a
sapphire ring for you, too, no es verdad! Because September is the
month of your engagement? The seoras smile was mischievous.
I have not forgotten Jodys birthday, either. I asked Jean to bring the
class to the hacienda that morning. Jody will be surprised. Something
will go wrong with the truck Monday morning so that Roberto will
not be able to take Jody and Pablito to school on time. And suddenly
Jean will arrive with her station wagon full of eight children.
Robin hugged the seora. Jody will love the surprise!
Robins suite adjoined Doa Josefas. Each morning fresh flowers
were delivered with an early breakfast, and an hour later a call
announced that their car was waiting. Roberto had driven them to the
city and was expert in guiding them through the maze of streets to
the shops and mercados, to the Zcalo, the heart of Montezumas
government; to the Bosque de Chapultepec, the lovely park that was
once the royal Aztec garden; or wherever the seora directed.
I would dearly love to show you the pyramids of the sun and the
moon at Teotihuacn. They were built by my ancestors who even
predate the Aztecs. The ceremonial pyramids are more than two
thousand years old, but they are thirty miles north of the city, and I
do not think we can take the time. She turned to Robin
speculatively. Perhaps we should coax Ernesto to take us. He is the
expert on such things.
I will see them later with Carlos, Robin said quickly.
At the university museum Robin saw the tattered diary of Don
Juan de Tapia, Mridas son. It was carefully preserved under glass.

Robin longed to touch the faded handwriting, to put her fingers

where Juan had so lovingly and meticulously recorded what he knew
of his mothers life.
They walked through the universitys beautiful campus, and the
seora proudly pointed out the archaeological building where her
son had spent years in study and research. He has an office there,
she said with a smile, a tiny cubicle, but I know that he loves to
work there, next to the big laboratory. Did you know that he has been
asked to teach at the university after the Christmas recess?
No, I didnt, Robin said faintly.
That will give the newly weds time for a long luna de miel a
honeymoon. It is supposed to be a secret, but I will tell you. They are
going to South America. Ernesto will be doing some research in Peru
before they go on to Rio de Janeiro.
The sound that came from Robin was as much a cry as a laugh.
What will Ynez do while Ernesto is researching?
The seoras quick glance was amused. You have read the lovely
Ynez well. She will be impatient for the city life. She will hate
Cuzco and the ruins of Machu Picchu. But she will learn very soon
that she must subdue her tastes and wishes to my son. She spoke
proudly, but then she added rather bitterly, Unless he simply allows
her to find her own amusements.
Robin put her hand on Doa Josefas arm, stopping her at the
entrance to the archaeological building. She drew the older woman
down upon a stone bench opposite one of the huge cast Olmec heads
that looked out over the campus. Dont you think she loves
Ernesto? You know them both so well. They must love each other.
The words were wrung from her.
The seora suddenly looked weary, and she said softly, How
does one ever know what is in the heart of another? I have thought
that it did not matter what was in the heart. But then, I have been
wrong about many things. What is in your heart, Robin?
Robin realized that she had almost betrayed herself. That would
not do. Only my deep feeling for Carlos, she said. Since our
wedding is so close, I want everyone to be as happy as Carlos and I
are.
The seora took Robins hand and pressed it to her cheek. You
are very dear to me, you and Jody. It is as though I am at last
forgiven for the wrongs of the past, and I have been given not one
daughter, but two. If you are ever unhappy or troubled, I hope you

will come to me, querida.

How changed she was from the cool, suspicious matriarch of the
summers beginning. Moved by her warmth, Robin pressed Doa
Josefas hand. I will, madre ma.
The seora smiled. Gracias, nia. Now then and she rose
gracefully, her weariness gone shall we surprise my son with a
short visit? That is, if he is in his office. If he is not, we may find him
at his office in the Lopez Biulding.
I am really quite tired, Robin said. Besides, my gown and veil
are to be delivered this afternoon.
The desk clerk will take care of it, th seora told her.
But I should try it on to be sure the length and the alterations are
just right. Otherwise we will need to take it right back in order to
have them finish it in time. Robin knew that she was chattering
nervously, but she did not want to see Ernesto. Not with Doa Josefa
watching so closely.
The seora touched Robins face and forced her to meet tier eyes.
I see, she said gently. Yes, you do look tired. I will have Roberto
take you to the hotel, and then he can return for me. I will see
Ernesto, and I should pay a courtesy call on Ynez and her parents,
too. With a little grimace she added, Perhaps that would not be
enjoyable for you. I will make an excuse that you are busy with a
fitting.
It will be the truth, Robin said with a conspiratorial grin. I will
try on my dress.
Very well, my dear. Do not wait to have supper with me. No
doubt I will be invited to dine with the Gonzalez family.
Robin was tired. Where did the seora get her incredible flow of
energy? Robin sighed; perhaps it was her heart, her emotions, that
were strained. If only she could keep from thinking of Ernesto. If
only she did not have to hear his name so often. If only she need not
attend his wedding.
She lay on the satin-covered bed and forced her troubled thoughts
away. Gratefully she felt herself relax into a light sleep. She was
startled awake by a tap at her sitting-room door. She was surprised to
find that it was quite late, for the daylight was waning, and she was
hungry.
The messenger boy delivered her wedding gown. She quickly
stripped off the protective clear plastic and hung it on the door of the
bedroom closet. How lovely it was! Robin slipped out of her

sundress and sandals and into the satin slippers and the silk-and-lace
gown.
As she stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom,
Robin thought she must be seeing an illusion. It cant be me, she
whispered to her reflection. Ive never looked like this before. I
didnt know I could.
Narrow bands of lavender ribbon had been woven into the lace of
the bodice, the deeply slit mandarin collar and the hem of the snowwhite gown. Full sheer sleeves revealed the soft contours of her arms
and shoulders, and the full skirt cascaded into a graceful train. The
tiniest of cultured pearls were embroidered in rosebud patterns over
the bodice, and the sleeves were caught tightly at the wrists in wide
lavender-touched cuffs.
Robin lifted the filmy veil from its box. Imported from Spain, its
border was also embroidered with rosebuds. She folded a corner of
the filmy oval and attached it to her hair with clips. Then she
remembered the bouquet of roses in the sitting room just what she
needed.
She fastened several of the roses in her hair. Doa Josefa had
wanted to buy a pearl tiara to hold the veil in place, but Robin had
preferred to use fresh flowers.
There was another tap at the door. Robin was glad that the seora
was stopping to see her before going on to her own room. She was
eager to show her the perfect wedding gown.
She flung open the door, saying, Im so glad that you Ernesto!
She stepped back, her hand at her throat.
He came in, closed the door and leaned against it, staring at
Robin.
What what are you doing here? Still he said nothing. Where
is your mother? she asked inanely.
He laughed shortly then. She often lets me out alone. Slowly
deliberately, he came toward her. She backed away, but she stepped
on the long train and stumbled. He reached out, steadying her, and
continued to hold her at arms length. Dios! You are beautiful!
All women look their best in bridal gowns. Ynez will be simply
gorgeous. You just wait and see, she babbled nervously. Did you
want to see Doa Josefa? She must be having dinner with the
Gonzalez family. Shouldnt you be there, too? I dont know what
time it is.
You are trembling, Ernesto said, letting his hands fall to his

sides. You need not be afraid. I am not drunk today. My mother tells
me that you and Carlos are to be married three weeks after my own
wedding day. I came to offer my apologies personally, for my bride
and I will not have returned from our honeymoon. Now you have
one more apology from me to add to your collection.
Thank you. She could think of nothing to say that made much
sense.
For the apology? Or for promising not to attend your wedding?
Oh! It was a desperate cry as she turned away from him. Why
did you come?
My mother is determined that there shall be a semblance, at
least, of harmony in the Lopez family. How much you have told her,
and how much she has guessed, I do not know. It was her suggestion
that we take a little time to talk this evening. However, I can see that
you would prefer to spend your time otherwise. He turned to leave.
Ernesto, wait. He did not see that she had reached out to him.
Your mother is right, of course.
He turned slowly. Would you feel safer downstairs in the dining
room? We could have supper.
Robin was no longer hungry. No, I I just want to to make an
apology myself. Please sit down.
First take off that gown, he commanded in a low, tense voice.
Robin gasped in dismay. Not here, he amended. In the bedroom.
Put on something else. I do not want to look at you in the dress that
Carlos will take off, to imagine Just put on something else!
Anything.
Obediently she went into the bedroom and closed the door
between them. She hastily exchanged the gown for a bright blue
sundress, combed her hair and glanced at her wristwatch. Almost
nine oclock. Surely the seora would return soon.
Ernesto was smoking and pacing when she returned to the-sitting
rooom. Robin chose the desk chair, and Ernesto settled into the big
armchair opposite the fireplace. He flipped his barely smoked
cigarette into the fireplace, where it ignited the cedar shavings that
the maid had made ready for a cozy evening blaze.
It was generous of you to offer Carlos the opportunity to be the
steward for the Lopez enterprises in the north, Robin began. She
cleared her throat, hoping that her voice would steady.
Will he accept? he asked sharply.
No. Carlos is a writer.

Ernesto sighed and stared into the beginning flames. I didnt

think he would.
He appreciates the offer. We both do, Ernesto. Bui Carlos needs
time to be himself and to do the work he loves
Stop it, Robin! You were about to add, just as you do, werent
you?
No, I
Those, too, Ernesto said abruptly, pointing to the floor.
What?
Your shoes, he said impatiently, dropping to one knee and
removing them from her feet. When we talk tonight, it must be
about us. Carlos must not intrude.
But we cant just ignore
He held her feet gently for a moment. Yes, he said, we can.
She jerked her feet away. If you think for one minute that I am
marrying Carlos so that to go along with that awful plan
What plan? he demanded, frowning.
You know. That that stupid chess game where after the
weddings we exchange partners.
That. No, he said quietly. Robin, did not come tonight to
quarrel. wanted to tell you that I am going to teach here in the
archaeology department next year. thought that would please you,
since you were angry at my abandoning my research. There will be
time for that, even though I intend to involve myself also with the
Lopez businesses here in the capital.
You said once that you detested business.
I will want to keep busy in the city. Dios, woman, are you never
satisfied? Would you have me work in the laboratory night and day?
Robin looked away. Will you give up all of your work in San
Miguel, then?
Yes. The word hung between them as the logs began their own
crackling whispers.
Ive finished Mridas necklace, she told him. Will you have
time to look at it before your wedding? Or shall I put it in the jade
room?
It belongs to Carlos. I found it in his cave, he said. Please see
that he gets it.
Dont you want to see it?
I will, sometime. I am sure that your work is perfect. He got up
and walked to the window, watching the winking city lights for a

moment before he returned to his chair. About Mrida, Robin. The

bones have been identified as belonging to a woman who lived at the
time that Mrida was in our area. I have checked other royal art
objects in the museum. The small identifying mark that you found on
a bead and on the jade bust appears also on a comb that is known to
have belonged to Mrida, as well as on a tall jade vase that was
found in the palace.
Robins eyes shone. Then it was Mrida you found in the cave!
And her son, too!
The tests on the bones of the child are not yet finished, but all the
evidence indicates that the woman was Mrida.
I knew it! Oh, Ernesto, you must be very proud of your work!
Work that we shared, he reminded her.
Ernesto Robin leaned forward earnestly I said I wanted to
apologize to you. She felt more relaxed now. The happiness of work
shared and loved had returned.
There is no heed, Robin.
Please, I want to. Im sorry that I accused you of stealing Don
Fernandos will. I know you couldnt have done that.
Ernestos thick eyebrows went up. What changed your mind?
I think I always knew that you would never do such a thing. I
was angry and hurt, and I wanted to hurt you back.
Because of my fiesta behavior. Robin, I cannot forgive myself
for that.
Please let me finish. I said awful things to you. But I didnt mean
them. I hope you can forgive me.
He got up and stood with his hands behind him, staring into t^ie
burning logs. You are easy to forgive, Robin. I wish you could do
the same for me. I have never forced myself upon a woman. I have
tried through all these long days and nights to understand. Perhaps I
was maddened by your claim that you responded to all men the
same.
She saw that his hands were clenched. Suddenly the only thing
that mattered was her love for his man. She could not bear to have
him think her wanton, no matter what else he thought of her. She
rose and went to the fireplace. Without her shoes, she was too short
to see his face clearly as he leaned against the mantelpiece. The
flickering light leaped and glimmered in his eyes, but she could not
fathom their expression.
He continued quietly, not seeming to notice her nearness, I am

rarely drunk. I have only contempt for people who lose control. And
yet with you, I myself lose control. He said it wonderingly, as
though trying to solve a problem. I want to control you, Robin, and
in the end I cannot control either of us.
Thats the trouble, she said softly.
What do you mean? He straightened, looking at her as though
seeing her for the first time.
We cant control love, she whispered, no matter how hard we
try.
He held out his arms slowly, and she went into them. She ran her
fingers over his face, memorizing its craggy outlines. She reached up
to put her arms around his neck, but she couldnt, even on tiptoe.
Hold me, she begged.
Ernesto picked her up and carried her to the deep chair before the
fire. He cradled her tenderly, kissing her eyes and her mouth,
straining her to him. His hands began to caress her back, and she
closed her eyes, moaning with desire. Ive tried to hard to forget
you, she managed, but I cant. I cant.
Querida! Mi amada! I want you so much!
I dont want to resist anymore, Ernesto, she whispered. I know
its wrong, but
He stopped her with a kiss as his hand found the back zipper of
her sundress. He lowered it and slipped the straps over her arms.
When her breasts were free of the garment, he lowered his head and
kissed them, caressing them with his tongue until the nipples were
turgid. A sweet warm desire slowly spread throughout her entire
body.
Ernesto, she whispered, Ernesto, my love.
He rose with her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
She clung to him, listening to the thundering of his heart and nestling
her cheek with exquisite abandon against the matted hair on his
chest.
Maldito sea! he swore under his breath.
Robin raised her head and saw what had infuriated him. Her
wedding gown lay across the bed, the pile of tulle veiling like a
protective cloud hovering over it.
He put her down suddenly, and the loosened sundress fell around
her feet. Her eyes were enormous in her pale face as she raised her
hands to cover her breasts.
With a violent sweep of his arm he brushed the white silk and lace

to the floor. You cannot marry Carlos! he said savagely. You love
me, and I cannot share you with anyone else, least of all my
brother!
She glimpsed her naked reflection in the mirror and began to
tremble. I I cant hurt him.
What about me? he demanded bitterly. Have you no thought
for me?
Oh, yes. Why must she always squeeze back tears when she
talked with Ernesto? Why couldnt they snatch just one moment of
pure happiness? Just to replace the torture.
She felt his arms around her again. And what of yourself,
Robin? The words were husky. Can you deny that you love me?
No. Only her lips moved. Her body remained immobile.
And that you want me, just as I want you, my darling?
She put her hands against his chest, forcing herself to look up at
him. We both know its wrong, Ernesto. We must not do this.
Ernesto had led her to admit that she loved him; but the knowledge
that he had spoken only of his desire for her was like a lump of lead
in her heart.
There was very little light in the bedroom, but her pale reflection
in the mirror mocked her. Please let me get dressed.
No! It was a savage growl. How can you do this to me? To
us?
How can you seduce the novia of the brother with whom you
were so recently reconciled? she cried.
Seduce? Minutes ago it would not have been seduction! Are you
just a tease? Am I the same as any man to you any man whom you
are free to accept or reject? Is it true after all?
No.
The word was crushed under his mouth as he pulled her roughly
against him. He picked her up and flung her upon the bed. In a
moment he had stripped off the white lace panties and begun to
explore her body with his fingertips as he pinned her down with his
knee and shoulder.
He kissed her eyes, her cheekbones and the hollows of her neck,
and caressed the white firm breasts with his tongue until the dark
nipples became erect. He raised his head until it was level with her
own. Her lips parted to receive the thrust of his tongue.
Robin tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed his head against
hers. Then she let her hands rove to his neck, his back and beneath

the looseness of his shirt. She could not get enough of touching the
man that her hands and her mouth and her thighs had longed for
these many weeks. When he lifted himself away, she moaned,
clinging.
He pushed her hands aside and stood up. He turned on the dim
bedside lamp and stood before her, legs widespread. She knew that
he desired her, but his words were staccato and cold. I can have you
tonight. And it will not be rape. We will enjoy the night.
Methodically he unbuttoned his shirt. She stared at the thick black
curls on his chest, longing to touch and taste them. When he stepped
out of the last of his clothing, she trembled as she beheld the beauty
of his nakedness. Ernesto. Her lover. Her pulses throbbed, and she
found it difficult to breathe. She clutched the cloth of the spread and
waited.
Look at me, Ernesto commanded, his voice low and rough.
Look at all of me. He watched her glance travel down his lean
muscular body to his hips and flat stomach and beyond. When her
eyes flew back to his, he demanded icily, Am I no different from
other men? From Carlos? Do I excite you more? Or less? Ah, you are
silent, passive! Are you afraid?
Yes!
Of me? His anger was tinged with surprise.
Robin tried to pull the spread over her nakedness with one hand
while she covered her eyes with the other. Of myself. And of
hurting Carlos. And others, too. How can I live with my shame?
Ernesto made a choking sound. So far you have done nothing to
be ashamed of!
It is as wrong to want you as it is to to love you, she said very
low.
The silence lengthened. She felt her hand being lifted from her
eyes and imprisoned in Ernestos. You have said that you want me.
That you love me. His voice was softer now, but he stood in his
own shadow, and she could not see him clearly. If only he would
cradle her in his arms once more and let her lose her heart and her
will to him with no thought for tomorrow. If you ask me to leave
you, I will. His voice again became grim. I will at least have
proved that I can maintain my self-control.
Robin could not answer, could not ask for the gift that she coveted
more than anything in the world. Ernesto himself.
If you love me, querida, I promise that we will spend our lives

together, he said softly. The harshness returned as he rasped, But I

cannot share you!
When she still lay motionless, Ernesto dropped Robins hand and
backed away. Your silence tells me to go. Buenas noches, cara
ma, he said as he reached for his clothes.
Ernesto. At last she called his name. He turned slowly, and
looked directly at her, with desire still burning in his eyes. She
flicked off the bedside lamp as she sat up, clutching a corner of the
spread around her. I love you, Ernesto. But I dont know how I
would be able to go on living after we made love. Dont you see how
terrible it would be for me to love you and to give you up?
It would not be that way.
Yes, she said sadly, it would. It is better for me to let you go.
Now, my darling. Please dont hate me.
Slowly and deliberately Ernesto put on his clothes. When he had
run her comb through his hair and fastened his jade cuff links, he
went to where she still sat motionless. Hate you? Never!
Suppressed anger burned in every word. You have the kind of
control that I admire so greatly, remember? And you have taught me
that I have that control, too. You say that you love me, that you want
me, Robin. Most men would have demanded that you make good on
the promise that those words imply, querida. Is that what you want
me to do? If I would force you, then you would not be responsible
for what happened, eh? Your conscience would be free. Perhaps
other men will dance to that tune for you, but I will not. A child says,
I want. But a loving woman wants and then she takes as she gives!
Robin covered her eyes with one hand. Im lost, she said dully.
You leave me with nothing.
Except Carlos?
Except shame.
Will you tell Carlos that you love me? he pursued through
clenched teeth.
When she did not answer, he stepped to the other side of the bed
and picked up the wedding gown. He threw Robin back against the
pillows and tossed the gown over her. Cover your body with this
white gown, he cried angrily, the body that you say you want to
give to me! Make yourself beautiful and go to the ceremony that will
tie you to my brother forever. Listen to his loving words and pretend
that you love only Carlos. Can you do that, honest Robin? Or will
you tell him the truth?

He waited for an answer, but there was only a sob. After a

moment he said, The truth, Robin.
She heard his steps cross into the sitting room, and the door
opened. Then it closed quietly.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THE NIGHT was sleepless and desolate for Robin. She could not
blame Ernesto for his anger; not when she had said that they could
not control their love and then demanded that they do just that. She
blamed herself for her near capitulation. And for disappointing
Ernesto. And yet she could not relinquish the memory of the love
and passion they had so briefly shared.
She knew she had lost Ernesto now. She pressed her hands to her
burning face, her anguish greater than she had anticipated. She
accepted suffering as the just punishment for wanting him, tempting
him when he was betrothed to Ynez and she to Carlos.
The bellboy brought her breakfast, along with a great bouquet of
purple and yellow chrysanthemums. Robin gulped the strong,
scalding coffee but left the food untouched.
Showered and dressed, she dreaded facing the seora. How could
she get through the day chatting about the wedding, shopping for
it, acting as though she had no thought for any man but Carlos?
She eyed the cold toast and eggs with distaste. She carried the tray
into the hall and returned to the big chair in which Ernesto had sat,
holding her. She dropped her head into her hands. What am I to
do? she muttered with a groan. I cannot marry Carlos without
telling him that I love Ernesto. I owe him the truth. Ernesto wants me
to tell him, and I should.
She raised her head, contemplating the alternative. Could she
pretend to Carlos to herself to the whole world that she loved
only Carlos? Could she put her love for Ernesto to death? No. That
would be impossible.
But telling Carlos about her love jfor his brother might be putting
his love and faith in Robin to death. Carlos had already been gravely
wounded by life. Had she the right to cause him additional pain?
Robin stared into the ashes that the maid had forgotten to brush
from the fireplace. How brightly the logs had glowed last night. Like

the love that had burst into flame within her as Ernesto cradled her in
his arms. Now, although the outline of the log was still there, it was
covered with gray, lifeless residue.
Remembering Ernestos caresses caused Robins heart to race.
She closed her eyes and tasted in memory the sweet warmth of his
mouth. She whispered his name; the very sound of it should have
stirred the ashes to shining life once mor. When she opened her
eyes, there was only the neglected cold hearth with its ghost of a log.
A touch would crumble it into shapeless ash dust. She turned away in
despair.
Robin never doubted that Ernesto wanted her to become his
mistress. He had never told her that he loved her. Perhaps in time
but there was no time. Unless. She tried to imagine how it would
be if she found an apartment in San Miguel where Ernesto could
come to her. Or in Mexico City. But Jody loved San Miguel. Jody
no, she could not live that way. Robins whole being rebelled against
part-time love. How shocked her parents would have been. And there
was Jody. And herself. She needed her self-respect as much as she
needed Ernestos love. I couldnt, Robin muttered. Stolen
moments, stolen nights. I couldnt, she said again.
If she continued with plans to marry Carlos, she and Jody would
be loved and cared for. In time she would learn to love him as much
as he loved her, as much as he deserved. She hated the thought of
trying to keep anything from Carlos. The secret would stand between
them forever, tainting the honesty and open comradeship that should
pervade their marriage.
What should she do? She desperately needed someone to talk to.
The seora had invited her to discuss her problems whenever she
had need. The two women had become close, especially since
Robins engagement to Carlos. But the seora had arranged
Ernestos marriage. It would grieve her to know that there were
complications.
Robin leaned against the mantelpiece, resting her head on her
arm. Suddenly she could not bear the sight of the untidy ashes. She
went to the phone and dialed quickly. Housekeeping? Please have
the maid come back to suite seven twenty-two to clean the
fireplace, she said with unaccustomed shortness, right away.
Then she went resolutely to Doa Josefas door. She had to talk to
someone.
She found the seora in bed, looking drawn and ill, her tray

untouched. Doa Josefa, what is it?

A headache, Robin. I will rest awhile and then perhaps we shall
return to San Miguel after all.
Robin was alarmed. Let me call a doctor.
No, it is nothing. There is no need for a mdico.
I have some aspirin in my purse, then.
Please, Robin. Just ask Roberto to bring the car in two hours.
The seora closed her eyes and turned away, and Robin knew she
was dismissed. She quietly closed the connecting door, picked up her
handbag and went to the elevator. She could not stay to watch the
maid clear away the ashes.
She called Roberto from the desk and told him of the change in
plans. She wondered whether she should inform Ernesto of his
mothers illness and decided to wait until she saw the seora in two
hours.
Robin walked aimlessly down the block. She found a childrens
shop and purchased a pair of long trousers and a white shirt for
Pablito. He would be pleased to wear them at Ernestos wedding, at
least. In a jewelry shop she found a tiny gold locket with a chip of
sapphire in its center, Jodys birthday gift.
As she emerged from the shop, the cathedral bells rang out the
hour. Robin went toward the sound. The church was cool and dim, a
shelter from the blazing sun. She stood motionless until her eyes
adjusted to the flickering candlelight and the vaulted shadows.
The beauty and serenity of the cathedral reached out to Robin and
comforted her. She had never before been in a Catholic church. A
half dozen people knelt in prayer, privately seeking strength from the
power they believed in.
The brief stay in the quiet cathedral brought a measure of relief to
Robin. She did not know what she would do or where she would go.
But she must talk to Carlos. She could not deceive him.
Doa Josefa was ready for the drive back to San Miguel. She said
little on the journey as she lay back against the deep pile of the
limousine seat, her eyes closed.
At the hacienda the seora went immediately to her room. Robin
sent the children to Casa Amarilla to tell Carlos that they had
returned, but they came back with the news that he was not at home.
Luz didnt know where he was nor when he expected to come home.
Robin could not repress a sigh of relief. She would not have to
face him just yet. She would have time to think of what she must say

to him. Perhaps when Doa Josefa felt better, Robin would talk with
her first.
Carlos knew that Robin had been attracted to Ernesto. He had said
he understood and that he would take his chances. He had been sure
he could make Robin love him as he loved her. And she had let him
think that she was getting over her infatuation for his brother.
Would Carlos be as understanding if he knew that only last night,
less than a month before her marriage, Robin had almost almost
given herself to Ernesto? What if, understanding, he still wanted her
to marry him? What if he suggested living elsewhere so that they
would never see Ernesto and Ynez again? She wrung her hands.
Anxiety and guilt continued to wear away her peace of mind.
ON JODYS BIRTHDAY MORNING Robin looked up as Carlos strode
through the kitchen door. Robin! he said in surprise. I thought
you would return today because of Jodys birthday. But you must
have come last night.
Thursday, she told him as he kissed her. Doa Josefa didnt
feel well, so we came home early.
Carlos was chagrined. Im sorry I was away. He looked at her
keenly. Are you all right, my darling?
Of course. It was hard to pretend cheerfulness when she was
thinking of what she must tell him. Did you have a last wild
weekend? She tried to sound mischievous.
I was in Len, visiting a friend, he said seriously, and
arranging a surprise for you, Robin.
A surprise? Surely it was a surprise that he had planned with
great care. Her surprise for him was cruel.
Noticing her pallor and the shadows under her eyes, Carlos asked
worried questions. Had the trip to Mexico City been too strenuous?
Was she feeling ill? Perhaps she and the seora had both picked up a
germ.
Im fine, and Doa Josefa is recovering, Robin said. She is
coming down soon for the birthday party.
Carlos was unconvinced. We will do no more work on the book
until after we are married. Teasingly he added, And then only
when we can think of nothing else we prefer to do.
You are too good to me, Robin murmured, looking away to hide
her guilt.
You need a rest, Carlos pursued, putting his arms around her,
and you shall have it. The surprise I spoke of, querida perhaps it

will cheer you to think about it. My friend in Len has a small
summer house in Puerto Vallara, and I have arranged to borrow it
after our wedding. He dug into his pocket and dangled a key before
her eyes. This is our key to two weeks of paradise.
But Carlos, we cant
Afford a luna de miell Are you suggesting that we remain at
Casa Amarilla, my darling? Well, we shall have our beautiful
honeymoon. We will have nothing and no one to think of but
ourselves. It will give us time to build a foundation of love that will
last a lifetime.
He would have kissed her, but she pressed her face against his
chest, gripping his arms. Dear Carlos, she murmured against him,
how can I tell you what is in my heart?
Jody and Pablito bounded excitedly into the kitchen. The truck
will not go, Jody exclaimed, and I dont want to miss class on my
birthday! Miss Jean usually has ice cream on a birthday.
Papa is having trouble fixing it, Pablito explained worriedly.
Will you take us, Carlos? Jody asked. Please?
Yes, he said lifting her high into the air. Have you time to see
my birthday present first? It is at Casa Amarilla, and we have to go
there to get the car anyway.
Sure! she said eagerly. But I thought the storybook was a
birthday present. Do I get something else, too?
This is especially because you will soon be coming to live at
Casa Amarilla, little one. It is something for both you and Pablito.
Pablitos dark eyes shone. Ill race you, he challenged Jody.
Come with me, Carlos said to Robin as the children
disappeared.
II cant, she pleaded, appealing to Conchita. There is so
much to do.
I can manage, Conchita said with a smile. Take plenty of time
so that Miss Jean will have time to get here.
Carlos drew Robins hand under his arm. He told her about his
trip to Len and about the gift that he had made for Jody. He did not
seem to notice her unusual quietness.
Every word that Carlos said related to his happiness that Robin
would soon be his wife. She could not bring herself to speak of
Ernesto. Not now.
In a great oak tree that grew just outside his patio, Carlos had
built a sturdy tree house, so well hidden among the thick leaves that

Jody had never noticed it, although she had walked underneath it a
dozen times in the past few days.
Jody and Pablito climbed the ladder and squealed in delight when
they emerged into the miniature room with its wooden benches and
shuttered windows, and a locked box for special treasures or tins of
crackers.
Suddenly there were shouts in the lane from the hacienda, and
Jeans station wagon rattled into view with children and gaily
wrapped presents poking out of every window. Each child had to
have a turn climbing into the wonderful penthouse. Carlos regulated
traffic so that the small structure would not become disastrously
overloaded.
Id better go back, Robin told Carlos and Jean. Ill have
Roberto saddle El Caf so that the children can have pony rides, and
I want to help Conchita get the refreshments ready. Will you bring
the kids to the stable in about twenty minutes?
Sure will, Jean agreed.
Why not leave your car here? Well let them walk off a little of
their energy, Carlos suggested.
Robm found the seora in the patio, supervising the setting up of
a low table and small chairs, accepting the delivery of the ice cream,
favors and candies. Do you feel up to all this activity? she asked
the older woman solicitously.
Yes, indeed. Doa Josefa sounded more vital than she had for
several days. This is a day for celebration, a day for coming
together.
Coming together? Robin puzzled over the strange phrase.
There is the party for Jody, the seora said, and later we will
have a family conference. It is time that we all talk together so that
we can live together as a family should.
What could she mean? Surely she had not guessed Robins secret.
Ernesto will arrive soon with the gifts for Jody. I have spoken to
him by telephone, and he tells me that the Gonzalez family are now
at their San Miguel home. I have asked him to bring Ynez to the
conference, and I will ask you to be present with Carlos, too. We will
meet in the patio while Jody is in her room at siesta time.
Robin nodded. The senoras words were clipped and resolute.
Will Ernesto be here at La Escondida until his wedding? she
asked haltingly. Four days. How could she face him every day and
hide her feelings?

My soli will stay here, of course.

Robin put a sandwich together and blindly cut off the crusts.
When she attempted to lay it with the others on the silver tray, she
dropped it and it tumbled to the floor. Oh, dear, she wept, Im
such a careless, stupid f-fool!
Then she was in Doa Josefas arms. Its all right, querida. Her
voice was soft now. Over her shoulder she asked Conchita to help
Roberto in the patio. Do not grieve, nia. It is Ernesto that you love,
no es verdad?
Yes, Robin admitted, trying to stifle a sob. Is it so obvious?
Perhaps only to me, querida. I suspected some time ago. But
after the fiesta I thought it had come to nothing. Nevertheless I had
to be sure. I did not want you to make the mistake that I did. You see,
I did not love Fernando when I married him. It was not until I had
lost him that I. But that is an old story. That is why sent Ernesto
to talk to you Wednesday night while I dined with Ynez and her
parents. I thought that if there was anything to say, you two would
manage to say it. When I returned to the hotel, Ernestos car was still
there. It was very late.
And that is what made you ill, Robin said remorsefully. She
reached for a tissue and wiped her eyes. I mustnt do this, especially
on Jodys birthday. Im sorry.
You must not be sorry about loving, my dear. A woman must be
sorry if she does not love. I learned that too late, but I will not let you
make the mistakes that I have made.
There is nothing between Ernesto and me, seora, Robin
confessed. Nothing happened.
But your love has endured. I can see that.
I dont know how to tell Carlos. He will be terribly hurt. He has
already had too much unhappiness in his life.
And all of it is my fault, the seora said sadly. Only the truth
can repair the damage.
Robin bit her lip. She knew what the seora expected of her.
Maybe the truth is better left unsaid, she whispered.
Truth takes courage, Robin. I fcnow you will find the strength to
do what must be done, she said quietly, just as I will. Now go and
ask Roberto to saddle El Caf. I hear the children.
Robin was glad to escape. Roberto was not in the patio, so she
went to the barn. It was cool and dim inside. Streaks of dust-speckled
sunlight filtered through the high windows.

Roberto? No one answered. Well, she knew how to saddle El

Caf herself.
The pony was in the next-to-the-last stall. Robin swished across
the aromatic hay-strewn floor. A cream-colored pony that she had
never seen before stood outside the last stall. A man was bending
over the animals hind foot. Roberto? she said again.
He straightened from his examination and came toward her. Ah,
Robin! It was Ernesto.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ROBIN TOOK A BACKWARD STEP, glancing toward the wide, far-off
door that offered escape. Her fingernails dug into her palms. She
must be strong. She must not betray her true feelings again.
Ernesto halted, checked by Robins retreat. Do not be afraid, he
said softly. How often had he told her that?
Im not. With an effort she kept her voice steady. Ill make no
more mistakes.
Mistakes? Was it a mistake to confess your love for me, Robin?
Or was it a mistake to turn me away? She said nothing, but she did
not leave. You stand as cold as a statue, Robinita. Is it possible that
you have not had the courage to speak to Carlos? Surely you are not
going to marry him without telling him that you care for me?
She looked at him, her eyes enormous with longing. I have not
told him. But I will. I cant live a lie.
You must know that he will still want you.
She held out her hand. Oh, Ernesto! If only **
In one stride he was with her, his fingers biting into her shoulders.
Do not say that you do not love me, he said harshly. I will not let
you say it, because that would be a lie. Robin, dont you see that
every day of your life with my brother you will be living a lie?
Robins smile was twisted. I tried to tell you that about your life
with Ynez. Ironic, isnt it? You wouldnt listen then. And now
/cant.
Abruptly he let her go. I forget myself, he said grimly. Robin
wondered whether Ernesto was ill. His face had paled, and there
were beads of perspiration on his brow. He seemed to withdraw into
an invisible protective shell that made him remote and untouchable.

You have spoken with my mother, Robin?

Yes.
Then you know about the will. You know everything.
I dont understand, Robin began, but there was no time for
explanations. The children, Jean, Carlos, Roberto, Conchita and
Doa Josefa crowded through the dust-flecked sunshine of the barn
door at that moment.
Ernesto! Jody cried. You came for my birthday party! What
did you bring me? She reached up for his hug.
He picked her up and kissed her and then settled Jher in the saddle
of the new pony. I have brought Crema for you, Jodita. Now you
wont have to ride, double with Pablito anymore. The handsome
saddle is Doa Josefas gift.
Jody was speechless. Her face shone with joy. Ernesto led the
pony out of the barn, brushing past Robin. Carlos led El Caf, and
the children lined up for pony rides. Robin slowly followed Jean,
Conchita and the seora to the house to set out refreshments.
When the last gift had been opened and the tired guests had found
their places in Jeans station wagon for the return trip to town, Robin
found herself alone with Carlos and Ernesto. You have made my
sister very happy today, both of you. I cant thank you enough, she
said.
She is very dear to us, Carlos said, putting his arm around
Robin. I am looking forward to having her with me very soon.
Almost as much as I am looking forward to having you, he added
with a grin.
Ernesto turned away. I will show Jody how to take proper care of
Crema, he said gruffly.
When Jody came in, she complained that she was much too old
now to take a siesta, but after a promise that she could stay up late
for a special birthday display of fireworks, she went to her room
without further protest.
Robin started downstairs, but Ynez was waiting on the balcony
overlooking the patio. We are included in the Lopez council, even
though we are not yet Lopez brides, she said, her annoyance
obvious. I have a million things to do before my wedding. What is
this about? The seora looks terrible. She is sitting down there
looking off into space.
I guess well soon know, Robin replied. Ynez, I have not
thanked you properly for your help the night Jody was lost. Her grin

was a little crooked. We were allies after all.

What did I do? Ynez shrugged. Make a phone call? Ring a
bell? Pour coffee for some tired men? She laughed shortly. I did
not know I could be hostess to so many campesinos peasants. But
they are good men, she added with unusual softness. I am glad that
the little one came to no harm.
Robin was self-conscious with Ynez. In four days Ynez was to
become Ernestos bride, and Robin envied her with all her heart.
The Mexican beauty seemed to sense Robins apprehension. Her
eyes twinkled wickedly. Do not look so worried, cuada.
Everything is going to work out fine. Perhaps you worry too much
about Carlos. She frowned a little. I have never known anyone
quite like you, Robin. Pure, like a mountain stream. That is a
disadvantage.
Please, Robin murmured, her cheeks red, Im not like that,
really.
Ynez was not listening. Nobody else is like that, Robin. Believe
me, I know. Carlos well, you know that once we were lovers, no?
She laughed. Long ago we taught each other all about love. She
became serious, her great dark eyes intent upon Robin. At the fiesta
you learned that it was not over. If I did not like you, Robin, I would
take Carlos away from you completely.
Robin was shocked at the fierce intensity of the Mexican
womans assertion. Then Ynez relaxed, and her eyes smoldered. Ido
like you, she admitted casually. I guess I admire you. You are
many things that I am not. And would not like to be, she finished
lightly.
You dont really love Carlos if you cannot take him for what he
is, Robin said.
A poor struggling writer? A bastard? No, Ynez replied, that is
not for me. Not for marriage, anyway. She sighed, and her
magnificent eyes sparkled again with life. I will speak frankly,
Robin. I know that Ernesto thinks he is in love with you. Her laugh
tinkled out thinly over the patio, and Doa Josefa looked up. Ernesto
was with his mother now.
Ynez lowered her voice confidentially. He even asked me to put
an end to the betrothal. Imagine! A week before the wedding!
Robin caught her breath. He had tried to gain his freedom! Was it
possible that he cared for her, Robin Hamilton?
Of course I refused, Ynez continued. That would be

unthinkable. Embarrassing. Whatever would I tell my friends? That

Ernesto had jilted me for a poor American woman? Forgive me,
cuada, but you will see that such a course was impossible. I
explained that there was no need for such nonsense. Publicly we
would be happily married, but in private we would exchange mates.
At Robins gasp, Ynez said, Are you too pure for such an
arrangement? It is done in the best of society. I tell you, it is the
simplest solution in our situation.
Stop it, Ynez! Robin whispered angrily. Thats disgusting!
Ynezs anger flared. Disgusting! she hissed. It is your cold
purity that is disgusting! In one night I could make both Carlos and
Ernesto forget that you exist! Just remember this, cuada, when you
lie in Carloss arms on your wedding night. It was I who taught
him how to love. Why, after your pale and proper lovemaking,
Carlos will come back to me within a month!
Robin tried to leave the balcony, but Ynez blocked her way. Do
you think that he has patiently waited for his little bird to make up
her mind when she is ready for him? She laughed low and cruelly.
Robin stood frozen. What was Ynez trying to tell her? But Ynez,
too, was still now. She passed her lacquered nails delicately across
her forehead. Forget it, she muttered. When I am mad I talk too
much.
Are you saying that Carlos has been with you this summer?
Robin asked.
This time it was Ynez who wanted to leave, and Robin who
stayed her. Why should it matter to you? You do not seem to want
him yourself. Robin, I will not promise not to love Carlos if you do
not satisfy him, Ynez told her. If you want to keep Carlos for
yourself, then you will have to love him. A great deal more than you
do. He is a passionate man. There is no one like him. She closed her
eyes, then opened them wide on Robin. I do not think that you can
keep him from me.
Robin knew suddenly that telling Carlos about Ernesto had been
made easier for her by Ynezs confession. When? she demanded.
Was it when I was in Mexico City? Did you go to him in Len? Or
was it another time? Another place?
But Ynez had said all she intended to say. Her smile was full of
secrets.
I think youre lying, Robin said. You want me to give Carlos
up.

Think what you please, Ynez said with a shrus, but you are
wrong about that. I do not want you to give Carlos up. Married to
you, his ties will be here. If he does not marry you, who knows
where he will go and whom he will find? she asked bleakly.
The patio bell clanged, a signal that the seora was ready to
receive her family. Robin and Ynez went together down the stairs.
Are we allies? Ynez asked mischievously.
Wait and see, Robin snapped.
The seora stood waiting near the trumpet vine, pale and tense.
The brief animation that she had shown for Jodys sake was gone.
There were chairs in a circle near the fountain, and Doa Josefa
took one of them, beckoning to someone beyond the arched entry. To
Robins surprise, Luz crept in and took the seat on the seoras left,
her eyes downcast. She poked the ground nervously with her
walking stick. Doa Josefa indicated the chair at her right. Ernesto,
please? Wordlessly he accepted his place, and the others arranged
themselves around the circle.
The atmosphere was stiffly formal and charged with crosscurrents
of tension. Robin studied the faces. Ernesto was obviously shaken.
He had spoken about the will had it been found? Was the estate at
last to be divided? Oh, Ernesto, does it matter so much, she asked
silently. Be happy for your brother and for finding the truth. Please.
Doa Josefa looked grim, her eyes made larger by their shadowed
depths. She is in great pain, Robin thought. Is it physical? Or is she
worried that Carlos might ask her to leave La Escondida? He
wouldnt do that.
And Carlos. He, too, looked extremely serious. She could not find
the gold in his eyes.
Luz why was she here? Had she kept the will? Had she given it
up willingly? Perhaps she would explain in Spanish how she
happened to have possession of the will for so many years. Robin
might not understand much of what she said. But she was assuming
too much again. It was hard to recall what Ernesto had said in the
barn. Perhaps this meeting was not about the will at all.
Robin turned again to Ernesto, wishing that she could comfort
him, remind him that he was still the proud descendant of kings and
conquerors, the recipient of a unique jade legacy. And of her love.
She had never loved him more than now, when he looked so lost.
She clung to the new knowledge that he had actually gone to Ynez
and asked for his freedom. The inevitable refusal did not mean as

much to Robin as the astonishingly dear request. Ernesto did love

her; the knowledge gave her strength for whatever the future held.
Ynez broke the silence. Doa Josefa, are you sure that you want
me to be here? After all, I am not yet a part of the family, and I have
many things yet to do. The duenna is worthless on the wedding
details. If you will excuse me
I want you to stay, Ynez, the seora interrupted firmly. What I
have to say concerns all of us. There has been misunderstanding and
grief among us, and it is time now for the truth.
Have you known about the will all along? Ernesto demanded
very low.
I knew that Fernando had made one, she admitted, but I swear
that I did not know what had become of it. I thought it had been
destroyed. I did not know until the day after the storm that Robin had
found what she thought was the will in Luzs cabin. But when you
had talked with Carlos and with Luz, it seemed that the paper was
only an old letter of Robertos, and I I let well enough alone.
You should have told me long ago that father had made a new
will, Ernesto said. His tone was dull.
Yes, I should have. I can only hope that what I have to tell you
today will begin to correct the damage I have done. Doa Josefa
straightened her thin shoulders. At one time I thought that the truth
should never be known, but as the years went by I saw that hiding
the truth was wrong. Yet I did nothing.
Especially since Carloss return, and since the coming of Robin
and Jody, I have wanted to speak. I asked Luz to release me from an
old promise. But it was not until last week that I knew what must be
done at all costs. I hope I am not too late. Her voice faltered as she
glanced around the circle. She cleared her throat and went on.
I finally convinced Luz that there would be no peace or
happiness for any of us unless the truth were told. I asked her about
the will, even though I was convinced that she knew nothing about it.
When she showed me the paper, I found that it was the lost will.
She had it? Ynez broke in. She laughed shakily. Ernesto, are
you only half as rich as you thought?
Exactly, he retorted with his old irony. Are you sure that will
be enough for you?
But she turned luminous eyes on Carlos at her left. That means
you have a fortune, too. She touched his hand, claiming him.
I was not in love when I married Fernando, the seora

continued. When our daughter was born I was just beginning to

learn to be happy. I poured all my love into the child, and she
became my life. When she died something inside me died, too. I was
unable to share my grief; instead I made it my companion and my
master. She bowed her head, remembering the old sorrow.
Eventually Fernando turned to Carla Martenson for comfort. I
should have awakened to his need then, but I became even more
wounded and isolated and hard.
When I learned that the American woman was to have
Fernandos child, I was frantic. It was then that I realized I had not
only lost my beloved baby, but also wantonly thrown away the
husband that I loved with all my heart. I went to Fernando and
begged him to return to me, but we both knew that it was.too late. He
truly loved your mother, Carlos.
I began to scheme. I thought I would lose my reason if I had to
lose the two who meant the whole world to me. I would have done
anything to reclaim my husband, even though I no longer deserved
him. I I even thought of causing your mothers death, Carlos. Her
voice trembled.
Doa Josefa, Robin said pityingly, you do not need to confess
in my hearing. You have been kind to Jody and me, and I respect
you. Please let Ynez and me leave now.
The seora shook her head. It is because of you that I must
speak the truth. Please stay.
Conchita carne out and quietly placed a steaming mug of
cinnamon coffee on each chair arm. When she withdrew, Doa
Josefa continued. Fernando began to build Casa Amarilla for the
American woman and their child to the north. I could see it every
day from my window, and I became determined that she would not
defeat me. I felt that I was in a battle, and I became obsessed with
the need to win.
I tried one last time to plead with Fernando. I told him that we
would support the child, adopt it if he wished. I I even seduced
him, but in the morning he left me. There was nothing to do but carry
out my alternate plan.
After about five months I left the hacienda, ostensibly to travel.
After another four months I went into the poorest section of
Guadalajara. Her great dark eyes rested upon Ernesto. I had made
arrangements to take a Guadalajara child into my own home and
family. I presented him to Fernando as his own son.

Robin gasped. Ernestos face was ashen. It was not the loss of
wealth that had shaken him. It was the loss of identity.
You adopted Ernesto? Ynezdemanded. He is not a Lopez?
Who is he, then? Surely not just a campesino?
Doa Josefa paid no attention to Ynezs shocked inquiries. In
Guadalajara I found a poor crippled grandmother who was trying to
raise two boys, a ten-year-old and a baby whose mother had died
giving him birth.
Suddenly Robin understood the reason for Luzs presence. The
boys were her grandsons.
I persuaded her to give me the infant. She was not well, and I
offered her money for medical care and for the support of herself and
the other boy, Roberto.
My brother. Ernestos voice was hollow.
Luz was clever, Doa Josefa continued. She seemed unaware of
her listeners now as she became absorbed in the telling of her story.
I was careful not to tell her anything about me, but she had someone
follow me to the hotel. I suppose it was easy to find out my name
from a bellhop. Our name and our business enterprises were well
enough known for her to have found out that the generous seora
who bought the child lived at Hacienda Escondida of San Mjguel de
Allende.
For many years she did nothing but wait. When Roberto grew up
she sent him here to ask Fernando for work. I did not recognize him,
of course, and it was some time before I learned his last name. I was
alarmed, but as time went on I became convinced that he knew
nothing of the relationship and that his coming to the hacienda was
just a coincidence.
Then one day Luz carne to La Escondida. She was old and sick,
and she wanted to visit her grandson, Roberto. I knew she wanted to
see Ernesto, too. I was frightened, for I did not know what she would
say or do.
She had not known about Carlos, of course. We were in the
library, and she became upset when she saw the picture of the two
boys with Fernando and me. She accused me of going back on my
promise that the entire estate would go to her grandson. I tried to
explain that, even divided, the estate would make both boys wealthy,
but she did not believe me.
No one can blame Luz. She did what she thought was best. She
placed her baby grandson in a home where he would have love and

everything he could ever want. She sent the other grandson to be

near him, assured that he, too, would have lifelong security. She
never told Roberto where his little brother had gone. Only that he
had gone to live with a rich family.
Luz was angry with me. I had told her when I took Ernesto that I
would never bear another child, but she would not believe that
Carlos was not Fer-nandos and my son. She found Fernando at the
yellow house, where he often went to be alone. She questioned him
about the boys. A faint smile twisted the seoras lips. He must
have thought it strange that Robertos old abuela, a peasant woman,
would question him. He told her that the boys were his children and
that they would divide the inheritance. He had a paper in front of him
on the desk. The will, of course. Perhaps he was reading it over. Luz
could not have understood what it was.
She was upset. She thought that Ernesto was going to be cheated
of his birthright. She blurted out the truth about Ernesto and told
Fernando my promise that Ernesto would be the only Lopez heir. She
threatened to tell the whole world the story, and shame the Lopez
name forever. Doa Josefa bit her lip as she remembered Luzs final
thrust. She promised to work her magic so that only Ernesto would
be left to claim the inheritance.
It nearly happened, Robin thought. Carlos had gone to New York.
Except for his successful novel, probably he would never have
returned.
Fernando came to me, demanding the truth. I had never seen him
so angry. She closed her eyes, but her voice droned on. He cursed
me for a scheming demon.
Fernando often rode wildly on the mountain trails when he was
angry or upset. I knew,that this time he would ride more recklessly
than ever on the wild Tronido. I ran to find Roberto and asked him to
follow. I knew he would go to the lake where he used to take you
boys. But this time he had gone beyond, high among the crags where
only eagles go. As you know, Roberto found him in a ravine.
No one spoke for some time. Finally Robin whispered, How did
Luz get the will?
She saw Roberto carry Fernando into the house. She knew that
he was badly hurt, and she felt terribly guilty. She knew that what
she had told him had been a horrible shock, and she felt she had
driven hirrr to that wild ride in the mountains. She hurried to the
yellow house. It was unlocked, and she took the first thing she found

so that she could make magic to restore Don Fernando to health. It

was the will, of course. When the magic failed, Luz hid the
document. In her mind it was something evil and wrong, and
something that had brought death to Fernando and might harm
others.
Doa Josefa sighed heavily. I assumed that when the study was
straightened by the maid, the will was inadvertently destroyed.
Tears formed on her long black lashes. Perhaps in my heart I
wanted to assume that. But I am glad that you found it that stormy
night, Robin. When we returned from Mexico City, I went to Luz
and convinced her that her grandson would never find happiness
without knowing the truth. None of you would.
Luz wishes you to know that she never meant to steal. She
honestly believed that the paper had the magic power to cause pain
and even death. After she retrieved it a few weeks ago and
substituted the only other written paper she had, she hid the will
where she thought it would rest, causing no more harm. She put it in
a place of death, Mridas burial cave.
Doa Josefa reached toward Ernesto and then let her hand drop.
All my life I have lived a lie. More than that, I have tried to force
love where it did not exist. Her voice sank to a whisper. I wanted
so much to love and be loved. She straightened and went on, Then
Robin and Jody came to us. Even though they had suffered a great
loss, their lives were full of happiness and love. And I began to hope
fervently that the truth about the will would come out so that we
could live in harmony.
She looked at Robin. I wanted you to fall in love with Carlos.
She turned to Carlos. I have always hoped that you would learn to
be happy. Luz and I thought that if you and Robin loved each other,
everything would come right.
The chess game. The seora was the master player, moving
pawns across the board of life, Robin thought.
Ernestos sigh was ragged. I heard my Don Fernandos last
words. Everything to my son. That is you, Carlos.
Doa Josefa held up her hand. You heard what you expected to
hear, Ernesto. I was there, also, and I know he said, everything to
my sons. She bowed her head. I am sorry that I did not correct
your thinking.
She drew the will from the folds of her dress and handed it to
Carlos. He read it silently, and Robin could see the trembling of the

paper. Finally he looked up. This says that the estate is to be divided
equally, except for the jade legacy, which is to remain with the
legitimate son. He looked at Ernesto. Neither of us is Fernandos
legitimate son.
Ynez found her tongue. Gracias a Dios we are not married,
Ernesto! I need time to think, to decide what to do. She stood up
slowly and looked at Carlos. I will return to my family. Come to me
there. Carlos? she invited quietly. We will talk.
Robin watched her unhurried departure. She did not look back as
she crossed the patio to the front entrance. Ernesto continued to stare
at the ground. Carlos absently fingered the will.
The wind stirred the palm fronds. They sounded like the shuffling
of slippered feet. Or the sighing of troubled souls, Robin thought.
She looked at Luz, shrunken into a chair that seemed much too large
for her. She knew that Luz had understood what was said, but the old
woman did not speak. Robin wondered what the motionless Luz was
thinking as she stared at the red begonias at her feet. Did she think
everyone despised her?
Impulsively Robin laid her hand on Luzs arm. Luz raised her
head, and the white-rimmed brown of her eyes was blurred with
tears. I mean nothing bad, she muttered.
Carlos leaned forward. The will divides the estate, but we are
very rich men, Ernesto. I believe that fathers last words expressed
his wish that we should live as brothers. He wanted us to share. Our
brotherhood has been strained, but we can try to rebuild it. For the
sake of those we love, if not for our own sakes. Ernesto, I have never
felt truly at home in the hacienda. I hope that you and Josefa will
continue to live here. And I hope that you will continue your work in
the laboratory, too, Ernesto. I know it is important to you and to the
world.
Ernesto swayed as he got to his feet. Nothing is, mine, he said
hoarsely. I wronged you, Carlos. Do not be kind to me. I am like the
dirt beneath your feet. I am nothing. He took a few steps and stared
down at Luz. My grandmother, he said stonily, and Roberto, my
brother. Servantswhose work I do not even know how to do.
This is your family, Carlos said.
Yes. You must listen, Doa Josefa said, rising. There is more

But Ernesto left them, striding beneath the trumpet vine into the
afternoon heat that had crept around the sheltering walls of the

hacienda.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AS THE LATE-AFTERNOON SHADOWS Crept Up the
mountainside, Robin followed the trail back of the pasture as it
wound east and then south above the valley. She rode the gentle La
Mancha, taking the old horse paths that would lead her to the high
woodland lake in the kingdom of the eagle.
After Ernesto had left the patio, Doa Josefa had talked for a long
time with Carlos and Robin. There were things that Ernesto should
have heard, things she would tell him when she found him.
We have an excellent manager for the Mexico City office,
Carlos had pointed out, and my friend in Len would make a good
and very honest steward for the northern part of Mexico. Neither
Ernesto nor I need to take on the burden of the Lopez economics
personally. As for me, I love Casa Amarilla. I do not wish to live
anywhere else. Surely the valley is big enough for all of us. Carlos
was not offering the hacienda to Ernesto and his mother out of pity.
He simple did not want it.
It was Carloss opinion that the jade legacy should belong to the
world. He wanted to give Mridas story and her treasure to the
museum in Mexico City. All except the jade necklace. Ernesto is the
archaeologist, Carlos had conceded. We will confer, and he must
make the decision, but I think he will come to agree with me. After
all, it was fathers wish.
Carlos had expressed his relief that the mistrust between him and
Ernesto had been wiped away by the discovery of the will. Tell him
that we are friends and brothers, he told Robin when he knew she
was going to look for him, and that we are a family.
Family a beautiful word. She would tell Ernesto what Jody had
said, too. I got two new grandmas, Robin. Pablito said I can share
Luz, and I asked Doa Josefa if I can call her grandma, and she said
yes, so Im going to share her with Pablito.
Thats a lovely idea, honey, Robin had said, hoping that in time
Ernesto would agree.
Doa Josefa had tactfully left with Jody to inspect the new pony,
Crema. Picking her way up the switchback trail, Robin remembered

every word that has passed between her and Carlos. She had dreaded
the encounter; she would never forget it.
As soon as they were alone, Carlos had held out his arms. But she
had taken his hands and led him to the flowered archway. Let me
walk with you, Carlos.
All right. He had smiled indulgently. Josefa has invited me to
stay for supper, but an hour alone with you will be a delight. Robin, I
cant tell you how I have missed you! He put his arm around her as
they walked, matching steps.
There is something that I must tell you
He had interrupted quickly, Wait a little, querida ma. We will
find a quiet place to talk.
Your quiet place? By the falls and Mridas cave, Carlos?
Carlos seemed to hesitate. It is a place of sadness. But of
comfort, too. Si, we will go there, avita
Seated on the great stone with the fragrance of pine and the sound
of splashing water surrounding them, Robin had told Carlos that she
was in love with Ernesto. She felt him grow rigid with pain as he
listened to her low words. Again she felt the urge to cradle his bowed
head against her breast and croon a little song of sympathy, as a
mother would to a hurt child.
I am so sorry, Carlos. I tried not to love him. I tried to love only
you, and I thought it would be all right once we were married. But I
cant cut him out of my heart. Not yet, anyway. And I couldnt bear
to deceive you. You had to know.
Carlos had turned dark unhappy eyes on Robin. He took her hand
and carried it to his lips. Thank you for your honesty, avita. I, too,
believed that you would come to love me. I told you that I would
take my chances, but I was afraid.
Afraid?
I knew that your love for Ernesto was greater than you
suspected. What happened in Mexico City, querida?. You saw him
there?
Yes.
I should have gone shopping with you after all, he said, trying
to smile. What now, Robin? It may be that Ynez will not wish to
marry my brother now.
Robin had smiled, too, thinking of Ynez. Self-confident as
always, Ynez was sure that Carlos would soon come to her. Well,
maybe Carlos would. Ynez says that she loves you, and that even

now she and you

What!
It is all right, Carlos. I might never have found the courage to tell
you of my feelings for Ernesto if she hadnt told me. Im glad that
you feel as you do about her so that you can understand--- Her
voice had trailed off as the hard, cold look came into Carloss eyes.
Ynez is a congenital liar! She will say anything to get her way.
She deliberately tried to turn you against me!
Im not against
She lied! Dont you see? She wants everything for herself the
estate, Ernesto, me. Do you think she will give Ernesto up? Never!
We do not intend to let the world know that he is not Fernandos son,
so he will always be the the legitimate son, and she will be his wife.
You must see through her schemes, Robin. If she can drive you
away, everything will be hers! He was breathing as though he had
run a five-mile race, and he gripped Robins hand as though he
would crush it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration was centered
upon Ynez. The bleak malice that looked out of his hard eyes
frightened Robin.
Dont look like that, Carlos, she begged, touching his cheek.
Its not like you. Dont blame Ynez or anyone. Oh, Carlos
He had swept her into his arms and held her as though he would
never let her go. Finally he said brokenly, Losing you is hard, avita.
In my heart I knew that you loved Ernesto, but in my mind I would
not admit it. He kissed her quickly and tenderly before he let her go.
For your sake, I hope I am wrong about Ynez, and that she will not
marry my brother, but
She told me that Ernesto had asked her to release him from the
betrothal.
You must learn not to believe anything she says, Carlos said
bitterly. When we were adolescents I believed her when she said
that she loved only me. He laughed cynically. After my first year
at college, I discovered that she had been busy with every young
man in her social set.
I shouldnt have believed what she said about you, Robin said
contritely. Please forgive me.
Of course. We are still friends, no es verdad, avita! If you ever
need me, he finished huskily, I will be there for you.
Robin had taken his hand and pressed it to her cheek. I do Jove
you in a certain way, Carlos, she whispered.

But not the way you love Ernesto, he said sadly. Go and find
him, querida. He is a proud man, a hurt man. Perhaps only you can
bring him home. Tell him that we are a family. Tell him that he and I
are brothers.
So she would try to find Ernesto. She knew how deeply hurt and
lost he must feel. He had doubted his brother and denied him his
inheritance; and even though he had done so unwittingly, he would
impose harsh penance upon himself, harsher than he would exact
from anyone else. What could she say to him? How could she begin?
She would have to feel her way gently.
She hoped to find Ernesto at the lovely upland lake; they had
ridden there together once, and he had told her that it was his favorite
spot. She thought of the last time she and Carlos had taken the
children there, the day she had accepted Car los s proposal. Even
then, on the day that should have been filled only with thoughts of
her fiance, she had considered the place as especially belonging to
Ernesto. Ernesto and the majestic eagle.
When she heard a soft nicker in the distance, she tethered La
Mancha to a tree and climbed the remaining yards of the trail on
foot. Ernesto sat upon a sloping black rock beside the water. His
back was toward her, and he was so deeply buried in his own
thoughts that he had not heard her approach.
Ernesto?
His back stiffened, and he raised his head, but he did not turn
around. Why have you come? His voice was low and angry. I
came here to be alone. She stood silently until he demanded again,
Why are you here?
Because you need me, Ernesto.
I do not need anyone!
Yes, you do. She went around in front of him. Move over so
that I can sit down, she directed. I know the bottom has dropped
out of your life, or you think it has, but even though things are
changed, its a good life and you mustnt run away from it. Im
rattling on the way Jody does, and Im not saying this at all right,
but, Ernesto, please talk to me and listen to me. I want to help.
The lines at the corners of his mouth deepened. Surely he couldnt
be laughing at her. If only he would!
How many times have I hurt you, Robin? he asked. And still
you offer your help. At the fiesta I was cruel. I should have known
that I could only lose you that way. And then I insulted you with an

offer of my love. Then he did laugh, but there was no mirth in the
sound. Is there no end to the injuries and trouble that I have given
you? he asked bitterly.
An offer of love is never an injury, she said softly. Oh,
Ernesto, dont torture yourself with what is past. Carlos understands
now why Doa Josefa acted as she did. He understands all the
mistakes and is looking forward to a new life for all of you. Cant
you do the same? She told him everything that Carlos had said. He
wants the Lopezes to be a family, she finished.
I am not a Lopez, Ernesto retorted. I do not even know my
name. I am a nobody, the son of servants.
Angry disappointment welled inside Robin. So thats it. You
cant accept that you have blood ties to Luz and to Roberto. And to a
mother and father you know nothing about. Why should you be
ashamed of Roberto? He is a good man, a happy man who loves his
family. And whats wrong with Luz? She is old and crippled, and she
tries to work magic. And she is not Doa Josefa. Right?
She took a deep breath and continued. Doa Josefa has tried to
work magic, too, Ernesto. Not with harmless chants, but with
trickery and lies, and she, too, has become a cripple.
Ernestos eyes blazed, and for a moment Robin thought that he
would strike her. But as suddenly as his anger was kindled it died,
leaving him cold and stoic. He said nothing. Robin longed for the
vibrancy and fire that had always characterized this man she loved.
Ernesto, she said more compassionately, I meant that the
seora has suffered. She is still suffering because she believes that
you cannot forgive her. She has a great capacity for love. It is a sad
thing that people with such a deep ability to love are often cut off
and hurt.
Yes. She could hardly hear him. I understand that. Sighing, he
rose and paced to the edge of the woods were Tronido was grazing.
When he came back he stood over her. I believed I was of a noble
line. It is hard to adjust.
She risked a smile. Its all a state of mind. Would you like to
know my heritage? One of my ancestors was drowned in Salem as a
witch. Her son was so enraged that he killed one of her accusers. A
witch and a murderer are on my family tree. Do you think less of me
than you did a minute ago?
Idly he brushed a strand of her hair from her brow. That was
long ago. It does not touch you.

Ernesto, she said with a tinge of impatience, this is the late

twentieth century! It doesnt matter a whole lot who your people
were. What you are is important, and you are the same person you
always were. Youre well educated and talented, youre doing
important work that you love, and you have a family who cares for
you. You have a beautiful home, and
You need not make a list, Robin. I have forgotten nothing. But
you have. The home, the estate, does not belong to me. And I want
no kind gifts, no pity. You forget that your precious Carlos spent
seven years in poverty, rejecting all of my offers. Can I do less?
Do you hate him so much?
No. I do not hate Carlos. But you refuse to see that our situations
are reversed. Now it is I who have .no family. Or would you have me
ask Roberto if I may live in his house? Or shall I ask Luz if I may
share her cabin? My namelessness may mean nothing to you, my
simple American girl, but to me it is unendurable! And to others, as
well!
To Ynez? The animation that she had hoped for had returned to
Ernesto. But now Robin, too, was seething with anger. It was
Ynezs rejection and not her own efforts to comfort him, that had
stirred Ernesto to life.
He turned his back without answering her question. Robin leaped
up and, grasping his arm in both hands, swung him around to face
her. The least you can do is look at me, she snapped. Im sorry
youre upset about Ynez. If you wait awhile you may win her yet.
Carlos says she will never cancel the big wedding of the season.
Shell still want to be Mrs. Ernesto Lopez, because thats what youll
always be.
Shell cancel, Ernesto said, but Robin paid no attention.
Shes not worth a second thought from either one of you, but
youre too blind and bullheaded to see that! Youre too blind and
bullheaded to see or to care about the love thats all around you!
Well, wallow in your self-pity, if thats what you want to do. Im
sorry I disturbed you!
She marched toward the path that led to the place where La
Mancha waited. Angry tears blurred her vision, and she stumbled
over an old tree limb. That only increased her anger. She kicked it
aside and flung over her shoulder, Simple American girl, indeed!
Abuptly she stopped. She was exactly that, for she had forgotten
to tell Ernesto the very things she had come to say. She turned on her

heel. Ernesto was right behind her. He caught her as she plowed into
him. Robin
I came to tell you something, she said, twisting away. You ran
away before you heard the end of the seoras story. Did you
imagine she was so careless as to take just any child to Don
Fernando? You should know her better than that. Robin was still
shaking with hurt and anger. Your bloodlines will measure up to
Ynezs standards. Dont worry about that.
What do you mean?
I didnt want to tell you until I had made you see that it is as
honorable to be Robertos brother as it is to be Carloss cousin. But
youre too too
Blind and bullheaded, he supplied.
Robin stopped to collect her wits, knowing that she was babbling
as incoherently as her little sister did when she had important news.
Of course a family like yours like Don Fernandos kept a family
record. Doa Josefa studied the records, and she discovered that her
husbands father had a brother name Manuel. His birth and
christening dates were recorded. Nothing else. No marriage or death
dates.
With such a few facts, it took the seora some time to trace
Manuel, her husbands uncle, to Guadalajara where he had married
Luz Muoz and found work in the mines. Robins blue eyes
flashed. I suppose youre ashamed of that, too. You shouldnt be,
for you are exactly like Manuel.
Blind and bullheaded, Ernesto murmured again.
Manuel was the younger son, and he rebelled at having no claim
to the Lopez fortunes. He ran away from home and stubbornly
refused ever to communicate with his family. He was mugged and
killed one night in the city, leaving his wife with a little daughter.
Eventually she grew up and married and became Robertos and your
mother.
She drew a deep breath and plunged on. You see, Fernandos
father his name was Juan and Manuel had been as close as you
and Carlos. Juan wanted to share the estate with Manuel, but he died
before he could find him.
Don Fernando was small when Juan, his father died, so he
probably knew little or nothing about his Uncle Manuel. It was Doa
Josefas desperate search for a child, and her reading of old letters
and diaries, that uncovered the story. Dont you see that the estate

was meant to be divided long ago? Don Fernando in his will was
carrying out the wish of his father without even knowing that he did
so.
The sun was a red half-globe in the west, and the forest shadows
were thickening. The lake waters lapped quietly at the shore, teased
by the first evening winds, and a few birds called out to each other
before they went to sleep.
Robin felt drained, her anger spent. She had done what she had
come to do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I WILL TAKE YOU HOME, Ernesto said softly.
Robin did not hear him. It is sad that your grandfather died when
he was young and poor, she said wistfully. Luz told us that he
wanted to work hard and build his own fortune, which he would pass
on to his children. Then Luz wouldnt have been so poor that she had
to sell her grandson. She sighed. How different things would have
been.
I would never have known you.
Startled at the tenderness in his voice, Robin looked up, trying to
see Ernesto clearly. The listless, hopeless air was gone.
Gracias, Robin.
Why should you thdnk me? I have given you nothing. You had it
all the time.
I did not know or appreciate what I had, he said. Perhaps one
rarely does until it is almost lost.
Dont lose your heritage, Ernesto, she pleaded. She dug into her
pocket. I almost forgot. I brought Mridas necklace. The beads that
Luz took are here at the back. You see, Jody asked her to make a
charm to keep me in San Miguel, and Luz needed something that I
had touched. Carlos wants you to keep the necklace.
She held it out to him, but he closed his fingers over the jade.
Keep it Robin. You have worked with these beads a long time. I
give them to you as a wedding present. She started to protest, but he
put his finger on her lips. They will remain in the family, is it not
so? He looked at her searchingly. Robin, what was my fathers
name? What became of him?
Your mother died when you were born, Robin said gently. You
father loved her very much. Luz said that he ran from the house,
weeping blindly. He was hit by a car. You lost them both that night,
Ernesto. His name was Luis Moreno.
Luis Moreno, he said, savoring the sound, father of Ernesto
Moreno. And Roberto Moreno.
Doa Josefa was very happy when she found that Fernandos
cousin and her husband had a baby for whom she might bargain. She
learned that you were older, not younger than Carlos, but she

planned to travel with you for a while until such time as you would
not be expected to look tiny and newborn. Several months, perhaps.
But you were such a wizened, half-starved mite that she had no
trouble passing you off as a newborn baby.
Ernestos fingers still held Robins hand and the beads. Will you
wear Mridas necklace with your beautiful gown, Robinita? he
implored softly.
She tried to push them into his hand. They are yours, she told
him. She could not look at him when she said, I am not going to
marry Carlos. I told him that that I dont love him not enough.
Give them to your own bride. Ynez
Suddenly she was in his arms, pressed so close that it was hard to
breathe. He kissed her hungrily, and she responded eagerly. When he
lifted his head, he laughed soflty while stroking her hair. This time
it is you who misunderstand. I gave you the jade as a wedding
present, but I want you to become the bride of Ernesto Moreno, my
darling.
But Ynez she said again.
Ynez! He brushed the name aside carelessly. She will cancel
the wedding. She will have to, because told her that I would not
attend.
Robin reached up to touch his hair. Oh, Ernesto, if becoming a
Moreno instead of a Lopez has made you want a simple American
girl for your wife instead of the glamorous Ynez, I am glad that
Doa Josefa told the truth, even though it hurt you.
A harsh sound escaped his throat. I have always wanted you and
only you. I asked Ynez for my freedom before I knew that I was not
a Lopez. Ah, querida, even after I knew that you loved me, I
believed that you loved Carlos more. He is a better man than I.
Sh! She laid a fingertip on his mouth. You may convince me.
I want to convince you of many things, he told her huskily. Do
you still have fears, querida!
My love is. so great that there is no room for fears. Not
anymore, she whispered.
Will you be my wife, Robinita mia?
Yes. Oh, yes!
Tonight? In this magic place?
Yes.
Ernesto picked Robin up in his arms and carried her to the edge of
the woods, where she saw that he had a bedroll and an extra blanket.

I was going to stay on the mountain tonight, he said. I have often

done it when I wanted to be alone.
Shall I go away, then? she asked demurely.
He laid her on the spread-out sleeping bag and unbuttoned her
blouse, unzipped her jeans and helped her remove her clothes. He
was impatient to see and feel the slim creamy body that less than a
week earlier he had despaired of possessing. He buried his head
against her, and she began to feel the fire rising within her.
He kissed and tasted each breast for a moment. Go if you must,
he said teasingly. Will my will Josefa worry about you?
I dont think so, she said with a little laugh as she unbuttoned
his shirt. The seora knew where she was going. She knew that
Robin and Ernesto loved each other. And she had refused to return
the wedding gown.
In the gathering gloom Ernesto ran his hands over Robins body
as though to memorize its slender lines. His hands became quick and
eager as he claimed her mouth with an exploring tongue and kisses
that bruised her lips.
Robin held Ernestos face to hers and drank in the sweetness of
his mouth. Her hands slipped slowly to the back of his head where
her fingers became tangled in his hair as she pressed him more
eagerly against her.
He kissed the hollows of her throat and bent to caress with his
mouth the pale ivory of her breasts.
He took a dark nipple between the softness of his lips, and she
gasped at the depth of aching desire that spread with increasing
demand through her body. She clutched his muscular arms and back,
moaning, asking.
Ernesto slid his body upward once more and held his face inches
from hers. Momentarily she caught movement in a last pale
turquoise patch of sky. It was her eagle, spiraling slowly toward his
aerie, toward the mate with whom he would spend the rest of his life.
Ernesto, she whispered, closing her eyes, I love you.
I love you, he echoed.
She put her arms around his great shoulders, and he lowered his
body upon hers. She slid her hands urgently down his back as she
opened her mouth to receive his thrusting tongue. She thought she
could not bear the hot joy that threatened to explode somewhere
deep within her. With one hand she clutched his neck, his head, his
hair.

Fire raced through her blood as she accepted him. They moved
together in joyous rhythm, joined as one being. A stab of pain,
somehow exquisite in its intensity, brought a sharp cry from Robin.
Then she arched her back to become even closer to, feeling him pour
fire into her, feeling the resultant flames in her blood. She bound him
to her with arms that meant to hold him forever.
Robin felt as though she were soaring in great spirals through
skies made bright because of her happiness. The joyous spirals of the
eagles. Ernesto had given them to her.
When the leaping flames of their love had descended to a gentle
flicker, she was happy in the warm glow that remained to remind her
of the heights to which she had soared.
Ernesto rolled onto his side, taking her with him against his chest.
He tipped up her face, and his eyes were so deep in the night woods
that she wanted to drown in them. She kissed his chin.
I hurt you, he said.
I love you, she told him irrelevantly.
There was never anyone else, was there? You were a virgin,
Robinita.
She hid her face against the curls on his chest. Was I clumsy?
He pressed her to him. Dios! You are wonderful, querida ma\
But you told me I thought Carlos. I have been insane, thinking
of you with my brother!
She shook her head against him. There has never been anyone
but you, dearest Ernesto. There never will be.
He laughed in delight. You lied to me, my darling, when you
said that you responded the same to every man. in the cave, in the
laboratory, in Mexico City, your passion was sincere, and it was for
me alone. I have never been so happy to uncover a lie.
I will never lie to you again, she promised, resting her hand
against Ernestos cheek.
You are tired, my love. We will sleep a little. He pulled the
extra blanket over them.
Robin curled against Ernesto, letting his strength and warmth
enfold her.
Far away, the eagle screamed a final good-night to his world.
Perhaps, Robin thought, in the morning she and Ernesto would catch
a glimpse of the great bird and his mate as together they spiraled into
the gold of the new day.