A Moment in the Sun

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Authors: John Sayles
as her father is ruthless, and can puncture a man’s soul with a single flecha irónica. In his reveries it is Ninfa, stepping regally from her landau and catching his eye to say, with a half-secret smile, “You, campesino , belong here. And if you work hard, if you study the minds of men and learn to turn them to your will, you may some day be worthy of me.”
    “Far too rich for your blood, muchacho, ” says Scipio as she passes. He is there suddenly, watching Ninfa with his own private smile. “Follow me.”
    The coach ride is not a long one. Diosdado tries to guess at the turns and distances with his eyes covered, Scipio silent beside him. Padre Peregrino, his favorite of the Jesuits, is a firm believer in mystery.
    “We have been created to inquire, to reason,” he tells his students. “To strive to understand the workings of the Universe. But mystery, doubt, the blind flight into the unknown— these are the elements of Faith.”
    The coach stops. Diosdado can hear water lapping, smell the tang of a filth-choked estero. Somewhere near the Pasig, maybe the northern corner of San Nicholas. Scipio takes him by the arm, helps him from the coach, and leads him inside.
    “Kneel.”
    A voice he doesn’t recognize. Diosdado kneels.
    The blindfold is pulled off and he opens his eyes.
    It is a small room with dark mahogany walls. On a low table, providing the only light, flickers a votive candle. Before it are laid a revolver, a bolo knife, and a human skull.
    “Who is this,” asks the tallest of the hooded men, in Tagalog, “who disturbs the works of the Temple?”
    “One who wishes to see the True Light,” says Diosdado in what he hopes is a strong, confident voice, “and to be worthy to become a Son of the Country.”
    “Think well and decide—can you comply with all its duties?”
    Diosdado allows the smallest of pauses to signal that he is, in fact, considering the weight of this decision. Padre Peregrino always chides him in the confessional for announcing his remorse too quickly.
    “I can.”
    “In what state was our beloved Fatherland when the Spaniard first trod upon its soil?”
    “We were as children,” says Diosdado, “free, but living in ignorance.” He was the shining light of his First Communion, the Bishop posing the Catechism questions to him in Spanish, and Diosdado, at nine, answering by rote but with a semblance of understanding.
    “In what condition do we now live?”
    “Now we have the Light of Knowledge, but remain enslaved.”
    “And what shall be our future?”
    “We shall live as free men, equal among the many nations.”
    His father believes that this is worse than heresy, it is stupidity. “Do you fight the sun?” he will shout during their arguments. “Do you fight the rain? You accept them, you use them, without them your crops will not grow. So it is with the Spanish.”
    His father who kneels in church every Sunday grinding his teeth while the friar drones on, who drinks imported wine with the governor and hides a third of his earnings at tax time. His father who calls bribes “seed money” and Chinese “yellow monkeys.” His father who is a secret Freemason, initiated in a secret rite much like this one, who crippled a man in a duel of honor but will not lift a finger for the Tagalog Republic.
    One of the other hooded men takes the bolo and, stepping behind Diosdado, reaches around to hold the sharp blade against the base of his throat. Another lifts the revolver and presses the barrel to his forehead.
    “Do you know, Brother, what these arms represent?” asks the tallest man, the hermano terrible in the hooded red robe. “These are the arms with which the Society punishes those who betray its secrets. If at this moment the Society should require your life, would you give it?”
    “I would,” says Diosdado, and is glad he is kneeling. Scipio has rehearsed him in the entire litany, but actually saying the words, knowing that irrevocable actions will follow

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