Ironically, although Dona Marisa and Captain Barrera have nothing in common, both express a concern about the missing Alcante boy, some say lame, all say drug-addicted, and last spotted out at a rotting plantation in the jungle, perhaps walking... Perhaps he's joined the insurrectos; perhaps he's found something else. There are rumors about a ruined place with a holy relic, a secret site with secret pilgrimages: much to Father Pablo's chagrin, the Archbishop asks him to investigate. But where? How? His main clue is a leaflet, given to him on a bus by a woman named Veronica:
"Ask and ye shall receive":
the only words underneath a wood engraving of Jesus
beaten and bloody in a purple robe;
surrounded by Mayan warriors instead of Roman centurions.
Veronica takes him deep into the jungle, to a nightmare of a plantation, the disintegrating mansion of a Yucatan Miss Havisham, Dona Josefa, a woman as old as time and either a mystic or mad, who holds a relic that she claims is a fragment of the purple robe worn by Christ at his trial. Surrounded by Mayan guards, and ever-increasing numbers of pilgrims, including two wealthy Norte Americanos, Father Pablo finds himself in a world in which hope, faith, need, and desperation make people willing to do anything to achieve what they want: healing, power, prayer, control, hope, fear, and even death. Especially if someone is willing to do anything to stop another miracle from happening...
The Purple Robe is a Catholic fable, an evocation of the Yucatan, a religious thriller, and quite a ride. And it's worth thinking about: What if you found out there was a place where miracles really happened? Deep in the jungle, far away from any prying eyes. Would you go? And why?