Chapter 21: Flaws
Heneral Isidoro Torres was already preparing to leave the barracks when Don Tiongson brought me over for an introduction. Befitting a military man, the general started his day early. We found him and his officers in front of the barracks' gates with their horses.
"Señor Antonio... buenos días," the thirty-year-old-looking general greeted, stepping his foot back down from the stirrup as his gaze turned to me. He had a round face and deeply set round eyes.
"Isidoro... we have a guest, the Gobernador of Marinduque," Don Tiongson said as we approached.
The general raised his eyebrows, apparently surprised. He smiled and walked around his horse to shake my hand.
"Heneral Isidoro Torres, at your service."
"Martin Lardizabal."
"How can I help you?" the general asked, briefly glancing behind me when the gate squeaked as Trivino joined us.
It was Don Antonio who answered. "He wants to meet Heneral Luna and see the Academia Militar. I said you could help."
"Well, I am going there now," Heneral Torres' smile widened. "Do you know how to ride a horse, Don Lardizabal?"