““My stupid pride!” Diego wailed. “It will ruin us!” “No, Diego!” the tall stranger snapped. “You did well. For an Alvaro, pride and honour come first always.” Diego turned to the boys. “This is my brother, Pico. He is the head of our family. My brother, these friends are Jupiter Jones, Pete Crenshaw, and Bob Andrews.” Serious and formal, Pico Alvaro bowed to the boys. He was no more than twenty-five, but even in his old jeans, battered boots, and worn black shirt he seemed like some... old Spanish nobleman. “Señores. We are honoured that you meet with us.” “De nada.” Jupiter said, and bowed in return. “Ah?” Pico smiled. “You speak Spanish, Jupiter?” “I read it,” Jupiter said, a little shamefaced, “but I can’t really speak it. At least, not the way you speak English.” “You have no need to speak two languages,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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