SPANISH GUESTS

Arya and Leonardo entered the field. The sun was out and it was scorching hot. Their guards held umbrellas over their heads.

They walked up to the party on the field. A man was on his knees and the soldiers around him must have been beating him black and blue.

“Don, Dona! Welcome”, Fisher, the owner of the field said. He was in his early fifties and had a chubby build.

“It has always been a pleasure, Fisher”, Leonardo said as they shook hands.

“We caught him a few minutes ago. But that’s not the surprising fact”, Fisher pointed to the prisoner.

“What do you say so?”, Leonardo asked.

“It was almost as if he wanted to get caught. He was very obvious and didn’t put up a fight. Despite the beatings and injuries, he refuses to speak to anyone but you”, Fisher said.

“That is oddly specific”, Arya said.

Fisher turned to her, surprised that she just wasn’t a pretty face with an empty head. “You may be right. He seems like he is under a spell or something and he would not