Raul slipped from his saddle to shake hands with the arrivals. Cerro had brought a number of his best men. Could they ride? Perhaps it wasn't customary, but they would appreciate it very much. Dr. Velasco and Dr. Hernández had also come. Then, to his astonishment and delight, he saw Lucienne. Bareheaded, she stood in the midst of them, proud, one glove removed. She seemed on the verge of running off and couldn't find much to say beyond civilities. When she got Raul alone she criticized herself for coming, for riding a white horse, for wearing white. She felt her hair falling about her neck and shoved it up underneath her beret. "Lucienne, have a drink on the veranda with us," said Raul. Roberto took her arm and hugged her. "Lucienne ... something cool. Will you ride with us?" Angered, she drew away, and said: "I wouldn't have come if something terrible hadn't happened yesterday. You know"--she paused to swallow--"they broke into the hacienda Refugio and killed the priest and killed Francisco Goya and his sons." "Who?" asked Roberto. "Armed men--I don't know." "Who told you this?" said Raul. "Jesús Peza. He told me. He was there, doctoring someone. He got away," said Lucienne. "He's back in Colima." "My God!" exclaimed Roberto. "How far is Refugio from here?" Raul asked. "What's the shortest way, Velasco?" "Forty miles or more," said Velasco. "Maybe fifty," said de Selva. "What can we do to help?" asked Gabriel. "I'm sending men immediately," said Raul. "Gabriel, look after Lucienne. I'll be back shortly." "Hello, Lucienne, what seems to be wrong?" asked the Baroness, curious that she had come to Petaca, aware of some kind of excitement. Lucienne explained briefly and sat down with Gabriel on the veranda, out of the sun. Removing her glove, she said: "I'd like a drink. Would someone get me a drink?" Others had crowded round her and she had to repeat in detail the Refugio tragedy. Father Gabriel put a drink in her hands. "There, my dear." "Thank you.... No, I didn't ride here alone.... No, Francisco wasn't disliked at the hacienda ... but of course...." "Who knows what was behind the killings?" said the Baroness, in a harsh voice. "We're all in grave danger," said de Selva. "You can rely on us to help," said Cerro, behind Lucienne. "I'll inform General Matanzas." "Yes, yes, do that," the Baroness said. "Díaz has gone ... that's the reason for this situation," said Roberto, his calm words peculiarly distracting. "If he hadn't left us ... if he had chosen a successor, there would be no rebellion," said Armand Guerrero. "No, no ... it's revolution," said de Selva. "We must protect ourselves," said someone. "How do you fight hate?" asked Lucienne. "With hate," said de Selva. "I've been telling you. It's coming. It's here now. The new priest at Refugio is dead. Francisco Goya and his sons are dead. What more do you need to hear?"