Sidney Sheldon - The sands of time

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This is a work of fiction. And yet…
The romantic land of flamenco and Don Quixote and exotic-looking señoritas with tortoises hell combs in their hair is also the land of Torquemada, the Spanish Inquisition, and one of the bloodiest civil wars in history. More than half a million people lost their lives in the battles for power between the Republicans and the rebel Nationalists in Spain.
In 1936, between February and June, 269 political murders were committed, and the Nationalists executed Republicans at the rate of a thousand a month, with no mourning permitted. One hundred sixty churches were burned to the ground, and nuns were removed forcibly from convents, "as though," wrote Due de Saint-Simon of an earlier conflict between the Spanish government and the Church, "they were whores in a bawdy house." Newspaper offices were sacked and strikes and riots were endemic throughout the land. The Civil War ended in a victory for the Nationalists under Franco, and following his death, Spain became a monarchy.
The Civil War, which lasted from 1936 to 1939, may be officially over, but the two Spains that fought it have never been reconciled. Today another war continues to rage in Spain, the guerrilla war fought by the Basques to regain the autonomy they had won under the Republic and lost under the Franco regime. The war is being fought with bombs, bank robberies to finance the bombs, assassinations, and riots. When a member of ETA, a Basque guerrilla underground group, died in a Madrid hospital after being tortured by the police, the nationwide riots that followed led to the resignation of the director general of Spain's police force, five security chiefs, and two hundred senior police officers. In 1986, in Barcelona, the Basques publicly burned the
Spanish flag, and in Pamplona thousands fled in fear, when Basque Nationalists clashed with police in a series of mutinies that eventually spread across Spain and threatened the stability of the government. The paramilitary police retaliated by going on a rampage, firing at random at homes and shops of the Basques. The terrorism that goes on is more violent than ever.
This is a work of fiction. And yet…

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Fascists."

And Jaime's father was saying, "Violence is wrong. We must negotiate."

"We blew up one of their factories in Madrid. Why isn't your father on our side? Is he a coward?"

"Don't listen to your friends, Jaime," his father told him. "What they are doing is criminal."

"Franco ordered a dozen Basques executed without even a trial. We're staging a nationwide strike. Is your father going to join us?"

"Papa—?"

"We are all Spaniards, Jaime. We must not let anyone divide us."

And the boy was torn. Are my friends right? Is my father a coward? Jaime believed his father.

And now—Armageddon. The world was collapsing around him.

The streets of Guernica were crowded with a screaming mob trying to escape from the falling bombs. All around them buildings and statues and sidewalks were exploding in showers of concrete and blood.

Jaime and his mother and father and sisters had reached the large church, the only building in the square still standing. A dozen people were pounding on the door.

"Let us in! In the name of Jesus, open up!"

"What's going on?" cried Jaime's father.

"The priests have locked the church. They won't let us in."

"Let's break the door in!"

"No!"

Jaime looked at his father in surprise.

"We don't break into God's house," his father said. "He will protect us wherever we are."

Too late, they saw the squad of Falangists appear from around the corner and open machine-gun fire on them, mowing down the unarmed crowd of men, women, and children in the square. Even as Jaime's father felt the bullets tear into him, he grabbed his son and pushed him down to safety, his own body shielding Jaime from the deadly hail of bullets.

An eerie silence seemed to blanket the world after the attack. The sounds of guns and running feet and screams vanished, a trick of magic. Jaime opened his eyes and lay there for a long time, feeling the weight of his father's body on him like a loving blanket. His father and mother and sisters were dead, along with hundreds of others. And in front of their bodies were the locked doors of the church.

Late that night, Jaime made his way out of the city, and two days later when he reached Bilbao, he joined ETA.

The recruiting officer had looked at him and said, "You're too young to join, son. You should be in school."

"You're going to be my school," Jaime Miró said quietly.

"You're going to teach me how to fight to avenge the murder of my family."

He never looked back. He was battling for himself and for his family, and his exploits became legendary. Jaime planned and executed daring raids against factories and banks, and carried out the executions of the oppressors. When any of his men were captured, he conducted daredevil missions to rescue them.

When Jaime heard about the GOE being formed to pursue

Basques, he smiled and said, "Good. They've noticed."

He never asked himself if the risks he took had anything to do with the cries of "Your father is a coward," or if he was trying to prove anything to himself and to others. It was enough that he proved his bravery again and again, that he was not afraid to risk his life for what he believed in.

Now, because one of his men had talked too freely, Jaime found himself saddled with a nun.

It's ironic that her Church is on our side now. But it's much too late, unless they can arrange a Second Coming and include my mother and father and sisters, he thought bitterly.

They walked through the woods at night, the white moonlight dappling the forest around them. They avoided the towns and main roads, alert for any sign of danger. Jaime ignored Megan. He walked with Felix, talking about past adventures, and Megan found herself intrigued. She had never known anyone like Jaime Miró. He was filled with such self-assurance.

If anyone can get me to Mendavia, Megan thought, this man can.

There had been moments when Jaime had felt pity for the sister, and even a reluctant admiration for the way she handled herself on the arduous journey. He wondered how the other men were getting along with their charges from God.

At least he had Amparo Jirón. At night Jaime found her a great comfort.

She's as dedicated as I am, Jaime thought. She has even more reason than I do to hate the government.

Amparo's entire family had been wiped out by the

Nationalist Army. She was fiercely independent, and filled with a deep passion.

At dawn they were nearing Salamanca, on the banks of the

Tormes River.

"Students come here from all over Spain," Felix explained to Megan, "to attend the university. It's probably the best in all of Spain."

Jaime was not listening. He was concentrating on his next move. If I were the hunter, where would I set my trap?

He turned to Felix. "We'll skip Salamanca. There's a parador just outside town. We will stop there."

The parador was a small inn set away from the mainstream of tourist traffic. Stone steps led to the lobby, which was guarded by an ancient knight in armor.

As the group approached the entrance, Jaime said to the two women, "Wait here." He nodded to Felix Carpio and the two men disappeared.

"Where are they going?" Megan asked.

Amparo Jirón gave her a contemptuous look. "Maybe they went looking for your God."

"I hope they find Him," Megan said evenly.

Ten minutes later the men were back.

"All clear," Jaime told Amparo. "You and the sister will share a room. Felix will stay with me." He handed her a key.

Amparo said petulantly, "Querido, I want to stay with you,

not—"

"Do as I say. Keep an eye on her."

Amparo turned to Megan. "Bueno. Come along, Sister."

Megan followed Amparo into the parador and up the stairs.

The room was one of a dozen set in a row along the gray,

bare upstairs corridor. Amparo unlocked the door and the two women entered. The room was small and drab and sparsely furnished, with wooden floors, stucco walls, a bed, a small cot, a battered dressing table, and two chairs.

Megan looked around the room and exclaimed, "It's lovely."

Amparo Jirón swung around in anger, thinking that Megan was being sarcastic."Who the hell are you to complain about—?"

"It's so large," Megan went on.

Amparo looked at her a moment, then laughed. Of course it would seem large compared to the cells that the sisters lived in.

Amparo started to get undressed.

Megan could not help staring at her. It was the first time she had really looked at Amparo Jirón in the daylight. The woman was beautiful, in an earthy way. She had red hair,

white skin, and was full-breasted, with a small waist and hips that swayed as she moved.

Amparo saw her watching. "Sister—would you tell me something? Why would anyone join a convent?"

It was a simple question to answer. "What could be more wonderful than to devote oneself to the glory of God?"

"Offhand, I could think of a thousand things." Amparo walked over to the bed and sat down. "You can sleep on the cot. From what I've heard about convents, your God doesn't want you to be too comfortable."

Megan smiled. "It doesn't matter. I'm comfortable inside."

In their room across the corridor, Jaime Miró was stretching out on the bed. Felix Carpio was trying to get settled on the small cot. Both men were fully dressed.

Jaime's gun was under his pillow. Felix's gun was on the small, battered table next to him.

"What do you think makes them do it?" Felix wondered aloud.

"Do what, amigo?"

"Lock themselves up in a convent all their lives like prisoners."

Jaime Miró shrugged. "Ask the sister. I wish to hell we were traveling alone. I have a bad feeling about this."

"Jaime, God will thank us for this good deed."

"Do you really believe that? Don't make me laugh."

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