“It’s my job to protect all our records and accounts of our work here in New Spain.” The Brother spoke, but Sal did not hear.
“Does this mark mean I am a real man of adventure? Will Papá ever see my name here?” Sal said. It must be a good thing to have your name in a book, one with the King’s golden seal.
“Fíjate, just think of it, Señor Tenorio,” Brother David said. “You are now a part of the history of your country.” He gave Sal’s shoulder a gentle nudge. “Listen, Sal, what happened in this room must be our secret. La Señorita is more important than you imagine. I did not meet with her to harm her. Look what she brought me.” He unwrapped the square packet of parchments. “She is the last of her tribe—her family—Salvador.”
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