#blassilo

When Pero was seventeen, he wintered in Valladolid with his mother as usual. He attended university, studied, and read, wrote, and prayed. But he was bored and eager for summer. He couldn’t wait to ride his father’s jennet ponies or go for long hunts in the Madera de la sombra, swim in the aguas de plata. There were promises of dances, tournaments, and bullfights.Pero also hoped this was the year…

CHARACTER PROFILE : Blassilo Velez

Blassilo pulled Pero even closer to him. “Don’t be like me, hijo. Don’t be alone. I’ve lived a thousand adventures on the back of a horse but none were so good as the quiet hours I reclined in your madre’s arms. I wish I had been brave enough to sit still and enjoy the fruits of the things I had sown. I should have been resting beneath the shade of the trees, counting their leaves. In my heart,…