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Updated: May 17, 2025
Not all of us poor folks are thieves!" "Well then," ordered the soldier slowly, as he fixed his gaze on Sisa's eyes, "come with us. Your sons will show up and try to get rid of the money they stole. Come on!" "I go with you?" murmured the woman, as she stepped backward and gazed fearfully at their uniforms. "And why not?" "Oh, have pity on me!" she begged, almost on her knees.
"They say that if it were not for Linares, they would hang Capitan Tiago, so what was Maria Clara going to do?" observed Victoria. A boy limped by, running toward the plaza, whence came the notes of Sisa's song. It was Basilio, who had found his home deserted and in ruins. After many inquiries he had only learned that his mother was insane and wandering about the town of Crispin not a word.
This he climbed and, his filial love working miracles, made his way from branch to branch to the balete, from which he saw his mother still holding the gate shut with her head. The noise made by him among the branches attracted Sisa's attention.
In his thinned features we recognize Sisa's son, Basilio, the brother of Crispin. "When your foot gets well," the little girl was saying to him, "we'll play hide-and-seek. I'll be the leader." "You'll go up to the top of the mountain with us," added the little boy, "and drink deer blood with lime-juice and you'll get fat, and then I'll teach you how to jump from rock to rock above the torrent."
The curate gave a cry and dropped the rattan the sacristan caught up a heavy cane and struck the boy a blow on the head so that he fell stunned the curate, seeing him down, trampled him with his feet. But the child no longer defended himself nor did he cry out; he rolled along the floor, a lifeless mass that left a damp track. Sisa's voice brought him back to reality. "What's the matter?
I had prepared something else, but your father came." "Father came?" asked Basilio, instinctively examining the face and hands of his mother. The son's questioning gaze pained Sisa's heart, for she understood it only too well, so she added hastily: "He came and asked a lot about you and wanted to see you, and he was very hungry.
The latter stopped as if ashamed, raised the whip, that terrible whip known to thieves and soldiers, made in Ulango and perfected by the alferez with twisted wires, and said, "Now it's your turn to dance dance!" She began to strike the madwoman's bare feet gently with the whip. Sisa's face drew up with pain and she was forced to protect herself with her hands.
"You see now!" said Bruno dejectedly to his brother, "if you had listened to me we should now have a hundred pesos. You're the cause of our being penniless." Tarsilo did not answer, but gazed about him as if looking for some one. "There he is, talking to Pedro," added Bruno. "He's giving him money, lots of money!" True it was that Lucas was counting silver coins into the hand of Sisa's husband.
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