“Very well,” I said. “In exchange for you delivering us safely to Europa, I will deliver the cacica’s head to Haübey with the message that he is free to return from exile.”

The opia replied with an impatient smile so unlike any of Vai’s expressions that I knew I was seeing a glimpse of the man he had once been. Yet he twined his fingers through mine just as Vai had done and drew me back the way we had come.

“Rory, get the chest,” I called over my shoulder. “Bee, are you coming with us, or going with the general? You better come with us. I want you to. Please.”

“Of course I’m coming with you!”

We danced and dodged around revelers oblivious to the chase. They smiled and clapped to include us. As we climbed the narrow path toward the cave, a rifle went off, followed by a rousing cheer from the crowd, who evidently thought it part of the celebration.

We had no sooner ducked into the cave mouth than about twenty Iberians ran up in our wake. The opia vanished in a scatter of sand. I drew my sword.

“Stay back,” I said to the soldiers. “Rory, take off your clothes and give them to Bee. That will surprise them.”

“Blessed Tanit!” cried Bee. “Don’t take off… you’re not really going to…”

She broke off with an audible gasp as Rory stripped. The soldiers halted in confusion.

“You two go on,” I said, keeping my gaze on the soldiers. “Bee, you’ll have to haul the chest when he changes. Stop and wait for me once he’s a cat. Go!”

They went. The soldiers could have rushed us, but the gleam of my sword and Rory’s unexpected disrobing gave them pause.

“I’m reliably informed by the locals that my sword is an object of power known as a cemi, inhabited by the spirit of my mother,” I said in my most amiable tone. “Tara Bell was an officer in the Amazon Corps. Perhaps you knew her or fought beside her.”

Captain Tira pushed through, attended by two men carrying lamps.

“Catherine Bell Barahal, the general wish to speak with yee.”

“Then why has he sent soldiers after me, if it’s to be a friendly chat?”

“I reckon he thought yee might be a bit recalcitrant.” She gestured.

Four of the soldiers broke ranks to approach me.

I thrust at the leftmost, pricking his forearm so he yelped and dropped his rifle. As it clattered down, I pressed in past him to jam the hilt of my sword into the chin of the next man, then swung away before he could counter. The third man clubbed at me with his rifle, but I leaped past him and shoved the fourth man into range of the blow.

The captain shouted a command. Rifles leveled, pointing at me.

“Stand down, gal!” cried Captain Tira.