He rode hard toward the exit, two servants following close behind. Carlos mounted his horse at once, while the servants took their own and spurred forward after him. In less than half an hour they reached Medellín, yet Carlos seemed possessed—heedless of streets, people, or calls—riding straight toward the warehouse still under construction.
Upon arriving, he dismounted abruptly and stormed toward a man who was issuing orders to the workers. The man barely had time to turn before Carlos struck him with a heavy blow to the face. As the man staggered, the two servants seized his arms, and Carlos pressed the edge of his sword against the man's throat. Sweat poured down his face.
"Sir… sir, please—wait," the man begged, his voice trembling. "Tell me what has happened. Do not do something you may later regret."
Carlos sneered coldly."Tell me," he said, his voice low and venomous, "what did you report to me as the matter at the school?"
