"There are dry throats waiting for it," said Borromeo, as he turned from the door to go back to his forge.
"Geronimo, there is a messenger from the harbor of San Pedro, asking to see Padre Ignacio," Magdalena announced.
"What is this?" Father Ignacio asked, overhearing Magdalena as he came up the stair.
"He has letters for you, which he refused to put in my hand," she said.
"Don Geronimo, have the kindness to conduct him to my office," Padre Ignacio requested, hurrying away.
Padre Ignacio returned in a little while, letters in his hand, trouble furrowing his brow. He beckoned Padre Mateo; Juan Molinero saw them stand talking in the white sunlight of the court a little outside the door.
"Here is a business!" said Father Ignacio, gesticulating with the unfolded letters. "The ship has been in the harbor these two days."
"So far ahead of the time we expected it? Does it bring any news from Spain?"
"Not that I know, Brother Mateo, but it brings a woman who begs sanctuary in the mission San Fernando!"
"A woman?" Padre Mateo's eyes grew wide. "It is incredible! Is it one of these adventuring strumpets the viceroy has been solicited to send here to marry his off-cast soldiers?"
"No, not of that kind. It is the daughter of José
