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Master Isaac called me into his study yesterday to break the news that I’ll be out of a job. He’s been so good to me, I was close to tears. He’s taught me to read. I can write. I know a bit of Latin. And I must know more about the world outside Spain than any other servant in the kingdom. When I think about the hours I’ve spent in that study, surrounded by his books, listening to him talking about the great thinkers of ancient times, hearing about the amazing places people have travelled to, I can’t believe that’s all coming to an end – and so suddenly.

Master Isaac told me that he’s going to take the family to the land of the Moors in North Africa. Apparently he’s got relatives there.

After what’s happened down in Granada, I don’t think a Christian like me would be too welcome in the land of the Moors. But I don’t want to stay in Toledo. Life wouldn’t be the same. I fancy a change. Perhaps I’ll try my luck in another country.