He smiled cruelly. “We have a runaway slave,” he told his partner and accomplice. “Isabella!” she shouted. “Any claims abandoned. He’s not a runaway. I am Isabella Mendoza, daughter of Don Eduardo Mendoza.” The sergeant looked at her incredulously, then slowly.
Understanding, and seeing Don Eduardo’s daughter fleeing in the night with a slave. Her laughter was cold and merciless. It’s getting interesting. The other soldier tied Tomás’s hands while the sergeant held Isabella. Despite their protests and pleas, they were taken back to the plantation. “Please,”
Isabelle pleaded as she walked. “You have to understand, we’re in love. We were going to get married.” “The only thing I understand,” the sergeant replied, “is that Don Eduardo Mendoza will want to speak to you personally.”
When they arrived at the main house, it was already 3:00 a.m. The windows were dark, but the soldiers knocked on the door until a sleeping servant appeared. “Wake up, Don Eduardo,” the sergeant ordered. “We have something you need to see immediately.” 20
