It happened, by an amazing chance, that a fellow-prisoner was a priest, to whom Jose Antonio was allowed access that he might be shriven. At dawn on the 20th November, he bade farewell to his brother and was taken out into a courtyard to be shot. Prophetically anticipating the future plenitude of the movement he created, he stood to face the rifles with two Falangists on one side and two Requetes on the other. He gave a lusty cry of “Arriba Espana” and kissed the crucifix in humility. A moment later his body was dead.