May 10, 1636
Diogo screamed in the darkness. The dream had come again.
"Diogo, are you alright?" Flint scraped and a candle flared, casting light and shadow in the dormitory room.
"I, I, I had the dream again, Symao!" Diogo shuddered, arms wrapped around his chest, sitting up in his narrow bed.
The door slammed open, and Father Matteus Arrostegui was silhouetted in the torchlight from the corridor. "What is the matter?"
"Diogo has had another nightmare, Father," Symao said wiping the sweat from the other African's brow . . .
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