Dolores Redondo - The Legacy of the Bones

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First published by HarperCollins Publishers 2016

Copyright © Dolores Redondo 2013

Translation copyright © Nick Caistor and Lorenza García 2016

Cover design by Holly Macdonald © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2018

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Dolores Redondo asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

Originally published in 2013 by Ediciones Destino,

Spain, as Legado en los huesos

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

This is entirely a work of fiction. Any references to real people, living or dead, real events, businesses, organizations and localities are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. All names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.

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Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2016 ISBN: 9780008165604

Version: 2018-10-26

For Eduardo, every word.

Has this fellow no feeling of his business?

He sings at grave-making.

William Shakespeare

Often the sepulchre encloses, unawares,

Two hearts in the same coffin.

Alphonse De Lamartine

Pain when inside is stronger

It isn’t eased by sharing.

Alejandro Sanz, ‘ Si Hay Dios ’

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Itxusuria

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Footnotes

Glossary

Acknowledgements

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Following the line traced by rainwater dripping from the eaves, the grave was easy to find. The figure knelt, fumbling among its clothes for a trowel and a small pick to scrape off the hard surface of the dark soil. It crumbled into soft, moist clods that gave off a rich smell of wood and moss.

A careful scraping of a few centimetres revealed blackened shreds of decayed cloth mixed with the earth.

The figure tugged away the cloth, still recognisable as a cot blanket, to reveal the oilskin enshrouding the body. Only fragments of the rope securing the bundle remained; where it had been pulled tight a deep mark was left on the canvas. Pushing aside the shreds of rope, the figure groped blindly for the edge of the cloth, and could feel it had been wrapped round several times. Tearing at the end of the bundle, the shroud fell open as though cut with a knife.