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Updated: June 15, 2025
Ramuntcho would have kissed him with all his heart for the last farewell, and in this embrace of the brother of the beloved one, he would have shed doubtless good, hot tears which, for a moment at least, would have cured him a little. But no, Arrochkoa has become again the Arrochkoa of the bad days, the gambler without soul, that only bold things interest.
M. the Cure, who went out to take communion to a patient in the mountain, will come back; he has known Arrochkoa at Etchezar when a vicar there; he would be glad to give him a room in the parish house and one to his friend also, of course But no, Arrochkoa refuses, after a questioning glance at Ramuntcho.
At an early hour, they returned, Arrochkoa and he, to their little wagon, and, crushing their caps against the wind, started their horse at a gallop on the roads, powdered with white frost. At Etchezar, where they arrived at noon, one would have thought it was summer, so beautiful was the sun.
"Ah, that is the trouble," replied the little girl with a sigh of anxiety "Arrochkoa, my brother, will be for us, it is probable. But mother? Will mother consent? But, it will not happen soon, in any case You have to serve in the army." "No, if you do not want me to! No, I need not serve! I am a Guipuzcoan, like my mother; I shall be enrolled only if I wish to be Whatever you say, I'll do "
And ordinarily, Arrochkoa accompanies him, without necessity, in sport and for a whim.
Arrochkoa, their only possible intermediary, had promised his help; but he was so changeable, so uncertain! Oh, if he were to fail! And then, would he consent to send sealed letters? If he did not consent there would be no pleasure in writing.
The night having come, inexorably, Franchita wished to accompany her son to the square, where the Detcharry wagon was waiting for him, and here her face, despite her will, was drawn by sorrow, while he straightened himself, in order to preserve the swagger which becomes recruits going to their regiment: "Make a little place for me, Arrochkoa," she said abruptly.
Ramuntcho, Arrochkoa and Florentino were to play against three celebrated ones of Spain; they were to practice that evening, limber their arms on the square of Etchezar, and Gracieuse, with other little girls of her age, had taken seats on the granite benches to look at them.
Now two other sisters, who are very old, set a small table, put two covers, bring to Arrochkoa and to his friend a little supper, a loaf of bread, cheese, cake, grapes from the arbor.
But Arrochkoa weakens, the vicar is fettered two or three times by his black cassock, and the adverse camp, at first distanced, little by little catches up, then, in presence of this game so valiantly disputed, clamor redoubles and caps fly in the air, thrown by enthusiastic hands.
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