“A priest. He was a drunk and took up with the whores. He used to talk a lot when he was only half drunk.”

Jesus Helguera Juana stood up and surveyed the place. “Poor pagans.”
“What’s that?”
“Pagans. People who didn’t know Jesus. They’re pagans. All the savages, like you, who don’t know of God and Jesus. You’re called pagans.”
Maria kept working and wondered if Juana wasn’t making such words up in her head.
“How do you know?”
“A priest. He was a drunk and took up with the whores. He used to talk a lot when he was only half drunk.”
“What did he do when he was all drunk?”
“Fall on his face.”
They both giggled at that.
“And he told you about the people here?”
“Oh, sure. That’s how I knew about it, about the caves and the people. But I thought he was lying. I didn’t know we’d really find it.” She looked around and regarded their handiwork. “Too bad they all went to hell.” She sighed and regarded Maria. She liked to hold court and leak out little bits of information to her friend. It made her feel very intelligent. Maria's Trail