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refused to carry out the order, he too would have to be killed.
    Luis couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he’d come up with the plan, which would see him be the father he was meant to be, but from the instant it had come to mind, he’d known that it was the right thing to do. His heart pounded. It was an ambitious proposal, which would have grave consequences should the man in front of him fail. He knew nothing about Sanz, except that he was a fledgling militiaman. He didn’t have time to look into the soldier’s life, his family background, or to ponder over his loyalty and ambitions. Time was running out, and all had to be resolved before dawn.
    He’s a handsome devil, Luis thought, staring at David, and exceptionally tall and broad at the shoulders. He had an honest face, yet he had a steely gaze, which was encouraging. His face, although partially hidden by his helmet, was expressive, even if he was standing as still as a statue. Something about the determined line of his lips and unwavering stare from hooded eyes commanded respect and possibly caution from others. Physically, he had passed muster. This was a one-man mission requiring strength and resolve, and Sanz looked to have both these attributes.
    “Remove your helmet,” Luis finally said. “I want to take a good look at you.”
    David did as ordered, placing his helmet under his arm and then straightening his body to attention. He bowed his head, lifted it, and said resolutely, “Your Grace.”
    Luis nodded. “What are your duties?”
    “I attend to the incarcerated in your prison, and on occasion I stand watch in the towers.”
    “I see. And do you do your job well?”
    “I believe so. I have much to learn, but I am already a skilled swordsman.”
    “Skilled? You seem very sure of yourself.”
    “I have trained with the sword since I was a boy.”
    Luis nodded his approval. “I have need of you, Sanz. There is an important matter that must be seen to straight away,” he said. “I’m going to give you an opportunity to impress me. Does this please you?”
    “It pleases me very much, Your Grace.”
    “You seem like a man wanting to improve his lot in life. Am I right?”
    David nodded enthusiastically.
    “Perhaps you see yourself rising in the ranks, broadening your horizons. I know I would if I were you.”
    “I do, sir. I have spent years learning my craft. You will find no better or more loyal a soldier.”
    “Those are bold statements. You have not yet proved your loyalty to me.”
    “I am at your command.”
    Luis gave a hint of a smile. Sanz looked as if he wanted to weep with joy, and so he should. It must feel like a great honour to be in the duke’s chambers. “Tell me, what is your father’s occupation?”
    “He’s a saddle maker by trade, but he has the privilege of farming your land,” David answered proudly.
    “Which plot does your father rent from me?”
    “The one sitting by the river, just before the main fork in the road that leads to Valencia.”
    Luis nodded, recognising that particular farm. Rising from the chair, he poured himself a goblet of wine. Looking at Sanz, he noticed again how tall the militiaman was. He stood head and shoulders above him.
    “Do you love your family, Sanz?” Luis asked.
    “I do, Your Grace.”
    “Do you love God and your duke?”
    “Yes, of course. I am devoted to both the Holy Roman Church and to your family.”
    Luis was thoughtful as he sat back down. Sanz seemed to be gushingly loyal and eager to serve. He was also a new recruit – easy to mould – and easily threatened. He couldn’t know for sure if the man could be trusted, but swift measures would be taken if he were to become difficult … He’d do nicely.
     
    The treasurer, Sergio Garcia, walked with a confident swagger into the chamber and stood beside the desk. David was glad for the interruption. The duke’s scrutiny about faith and family was worrying. The interview was beginning to feel like an