The new king will be assassinated, Marcos.

I give him six months." "Will you come this afternoon to the old monastery on the Villaba road and see Leon ?" asked Marcos.
"Oh, yes," laughed his father.

"I shall enjoy it." It was the hour of the siesta when they quitted the town on horseback by the Puerta de Rochapea which gives exit to the city on the northern side.

It had been sunny since morning, and the snow had melted from the roads, but the hills across the plain were still white and great drifts were piled against the ramparts, forming a natural buttress from the summit of the steep river bank almost to the deep embrasures of the wall.
Marcos turned in his saddle and looked up at these as they rode down the slope.

Sarrion saw the action and glanced at Marcos and then at the towering walls.