The night passed quickly, with Francisco and his grandfather Johann ending up completely drunk. Catalina helped Francisco to their room with careful hands, while one of Johann's soldiers supported the old general back to his quarters.
At six in the morning, a loud knock shook the door.
"Francisco! Wake up! It's early—we're going to train. Be ready. I want you at the hotel entrance in twenty minutes."
Francisco opened his eyes groggily, stunned and confused. Catalina, lying beside him, woke up with the same dazed expression. Francisco sighed helplessly, kissed her forehead, and murmured, "Sleep a bit more. Don't worry, I'll bring you breakfast when I get back."
Catalina only nodded sleepily and drifted back to sleep. Francisco, meanwhile, struggled to stand. He washed his face as best he could and changed clothes. By the time he reached the entrance, he was at least ten minutes late.
