Captain Alatriste is the archetype of Reverte's opinions whenever he speaks of Spain and its history. I loved a phrase: "Signing thus the death certificate of that unhappy Spain which had been led to disaster, spending the gold and silver of America on vain festivals, on enriching officials, clergy, nobles and corrupt favorites, and on filling the battlefields of half of Europe with the graves of brave men." "Unhappy Spain"… "vain festivals"… "corrupt"… "graves of brave men on the battlefields of half of Europe". And that is the summary of the entire Captain Alatriste Saga. An old soldier of the tercios who lives, as best he can, in a Madrid of the 17th century in the service of the powerful but trying to preserve his honor in a decadent Spain.
The wonderful characters, ALL of them, not just Alatriste. Priceless historical lace. Memorable phrases. Invaluable dialogues. Let's leave aside the bitterness for this Spain that we love but cannot get to function as we would like for us Spaniards…of that time and of the present. And that, in the face of the adversities that befall us, in most cases to earn a hard coin to subsist or for our loved ones to subsist, "there is nothing left but to fight".
I think Reverte ended up being fed up with this character. Because I feel sorry for him (a lie!), but he caught me and my reader's soul will always carry him sewn to the heart and conscience.
I will put this review in all the books of the saga because in reality it doesn't matter to me one book or another, or even one part of each book or another: all of them are what I write. Different more or less unfortunate adventures on this plot.