Chapter 37: Risks
I was to leave for Marinduque as soon as I could. Anticipating the eruption of conflict, Heneral Luna wanted me to begin organizing and training military units in my newly-created district immediately.
His letter didn’t carry the dismissiveness of Heneral Artemio Ricarte’s tone. Luna truly sounded like he believed my command could make an impact in the looming conflict.
That said, there was urgency in his words. He pointed out that I hadn’t even begun my work yet. It was clear he didn’t want me staying another day in Bulacan—and I agreed. Time was against me. Training a military unit to reach even a semblance of battle-worthiness could take up to half a year.
Besides, it had always been my plan to leave as soon as the promulgation event was over. I missed my Isabela and the charming quaintness of Marinduque.
And yet... a part of me wanted to stay—just one more day.
Last night, I had looked for a chance to speak with Paz. But with Isidro and Don Tiongson constantly drawing attention, that opportunity never came.
"It was a delight to have you as our guest, Don Lardizabal. In more peaceful times... I would like to visit Marinduque," said Don Tiongson from across the breakfast table. The old man looked genuinely downcast. With me gone, I supposed he wouldn’t have anyone his age left to chat with.
"You will be welcomed in Marinduque, Don Tiongson, whether in troubled or peaceful times," I replied, taking a final sip of my coffee. It had gone cold and nearly made me cough.
I glanced at his daughters seated nearby. They gave me the same sad smile their father wore.
None of them were Paz. It struck me as odd—she usually made it to breakfast. I lingered, sipping my coffee slowly, giving her time to appear if she had overslept.
Isidro and the two lieutenants were visibly growing impatient. Sooner or later, one of them was bound to ask why we were still dilly-dallying.