Alejo accepted the luxury, nodding thanks. Leaning forward, he allowed Leandro to light it, and then leaned back against the parapet, inhaling slowly with eyes closed, holding the smoke deep in his lungs before exhaling and savoring its sweet aroma.
Turning to face the old fortress of San Carlos de la Cabana across the canal, Leandro said, “So the Line has fallen.”
“It has.” Alejo searched his uncle’s deeply lined face for reaction, but saw little. “The Guard retreated through San Jose de Las Lajas this morning, and an officer I spoke to confirmed it.”
Leandro shook his head. “No surprise, really. Over the past week my ships have found
what few coastal towns and villages remained deserted. One gunboat never returned.
Another was attacked. Strange creatures the survivors said. Human-
Alejo shivered involuntarily. “We can fight.”
The older man shrugged. “We have little choice but to. There are thirty thousand men, women and children in Old Havana to protect.” He stabbed his cigar toward the city. “We must trust in the fortifications along the Avenue del Misiones to keep the Pariah out. But, they are hundreds of thousands strong. They could overwhelm us through sheer numbers.”
“We have weapons, Uncle. Bows, spears, guns. And tanks. Don’t we have tanks?”
“Oh yes, we have tanks. Russian T-
They were interrupted as dinner was announced. Leaving the walls, a rare sliver of sunlight broke through the heavy grey clouds to blaze across their retreating backs.