It was not because the convalescent had no appetite that she was not eating. It was because she was awaiting the arrival of a certain person and had taken advantage of the moment in which her Argus could not be present, the hour when Linares ate.
“You will see how that ghost will stay till eight o’clock,” murmured Sinang, pointing to the curate. “At eight o’clock he ought to come. This priest is as much in love as Linares.”
Maria Clara looked at her friend, frightened. The latter, without noticing her expression, continued her terrible gossip:
“Ah! Now I know why he doesn’t go, in spite of all my hints. He doesn’t want to burn the lamps in the convent. Don’t you see? Ever since you fell ill, he has had the two lights which he used to burn, put out. But look at his eyes and his face!”
Just at that moment the clock in the house struck eight. The curate trembled and went and sat down in a corner of the room.
“He is coming,” said Sinang, pinching Maria Clara. “Do you hear?”
The bell in the church tolled2 eight and all arose to pray. Father Salví, with a weak and trembling voice, led, but, as each one had his own thoughts, nobody paid any attention to him. [224]
The prayer had scarcely ended, when Ibarra presented himself. The young man was wearing mourning, not only in his dress, but in his face. In fact, it was so evident that Maria Clara, on seeing him, arose and took a step toward him as if to ask what ailed3 him, but at the same instant a discharge of musketry was heard. Ibarra stopped, his eyes rolled and he was unable to speak. The curate hid himself behind a pillar. More shooting and more noise was heard in the direction of the convent, followed by cries and the sound of people running. Captain Tiago, Aunt Isabel and Linares entered the room, hurriedly crying “tulisan! tulisan!” Andeng followed them, brandishing4 a spit and ran toward her foster sister.
Aunt Isabel fell on her knees and prayed the Kyrie eleison. Captain Tiago, pale and trembling, carried a chicken’s liver on his fork, and, in tears, offered it to the Virgin5 of Antipolo. Linares had his mouth full and was armed with a spoon. Sinang and Maria Clara embraced each other. The only person who did not move was Ibarra. He stood as if petrified6, his face indescribably pale.
The cries and blows continued, the windows were shut with a bang, a whistle was heard, and occasionally a shot.
After a time, things quieted down and there was a terrible silence. The voice of the alferez was distinguished9, as he came running in, and crying: “Father curate! Father Salví! Come!”
“Misere! The alferez is asking for confession10!” cried Aunt Isabel.
“Is he wounded?” asked Linares at last. “Ah!”
“Come, Father Salví! There is nothing to fear now,” continued the alferez, shouting.
“The tulisanes have killed the alferez!” said Aunt Isabel.
“Maria Clara, Sinang, go to your room! Fasten the door! Kyrie eleison!”
Ibarra also went toward the stairs, in spite of Aunt [225]Isabel, who was saying: “Don’t go out! You haven’t confessed yet. Don’t go out!”
The good old woman had been a great friend of Ibarra’s mother.
But Ibarra left the house. It seemed to him that all about him was revolving12 through the air, that even the ground was gone from under his feet. His ears buzzed. His legs moved heavily and irregularly. Waves of blood, light and darkness, succeeded one another on the retina of his eye.
Despite the fact that the moon was shining brightly in the heavens, the young man stumbled on every stone in the solitary13 and deserted14 street.
Near the cuartel he saw some soldiers with their bayonets fixed15, talking excitedly. He passed by unseen.
In the tribunal, blows, cries, wails16, and curses were heard. The alferez’s voice drowned all the others.
“Put him in the stocks! Put handcuffs on that fellow! Two shots for whoever moves! Sergeant17, you will mount your guard! Let no one pass, not even God! Corporal, let no one sleep!”
Ibarra hastened his steps toward his house. His servants were uneasily awaiting him.
“Saddle the best horse and go to bed!” said he to them.
He entered his laboratory and hurriedly began to get his travelling bag ready. He opened an iron box, took out all the money which he found there and put it in a bag. He gathered his jewels together, took down a picture of Maria Clara which was hanging upon the wall, and, arming himself with a dirk and two revolvers, he turned to the cupboard where he had some tools.
At that instant, three blows, loud and strong, sounded on the door.
“Who’s there?” asked Ibarra, in a doleful voice.
“Open in the name of the King! Open the door at once, or we will knock it down!” replied an imperious Spanish voice.
Ibarra looked toward the window. His eyes flashed and he cocked his revolver. But changing his mind, he left the arms and went to open the door at the same moment that the servants came up. [226]
Three Guards seized him instantly.
“You are made a prisoner in the name of the King!” said the sergeant.
“What for?”
“They will tell you later. We are prohibited from saying a word.”
The young man reflected a moment and not wishing, perhaps, the soldiers to discover his preparations for flight, he took his hat and said:
“I am at your disposal. I suppose it will be only for a short time.”
“If you promise not to escape, we will not handcuff you. The alferez grants this favor, but if you flee——”
Ibarra followed, leaving the servants in consternation19.
In the meantime, what had become of Elias?
On leaving Crisostomo’s house, like a madman, he ran about without knowing where. He crossed fields, and in violent agitation20 arrived at a forest. He was fleeing from people, and from light. The moon troubled him and he entered the mysterious shade of the forest. Sometimes stopping, sometimes following unbroken paths, leaning upon century-old trunks, entangled21 in the briars, he looked toward the town, which lay at his feet bathed in the light of the moon, stretching itself out on the plain, lying on the shore of the lake. Birds, disturbed in their sleep, flew away. Owls22 screeched23 and flew from one limb to another. But Elias neither heard nor saw them. He thought he was being followed by the infuriated shades of his ancestors. He saw the horrible basket hanging from every branch with the blood-covered head of Bálat, just as his father had described it to him. He thought he saw the dead body of his grandmother lying at the foot of every tree. He seemed to see the skeleton of his dishonored grandfather in the darkness, and the skeleton, the old woman, and the head all cried out to him, “Coward! Coward!”
He left the mountain and fled down toward the sea. He ran along the beach in agitation. But there in the distance, amid the waves, where the light of the moon seemed to raise a fog, he thought he saw a shade raise itself, the shade of his sister, with her breast covered with blood, her hair hanging loose in the air. [227]
Elias fell upon his knees on the sand.
“And you, too!” he cried stretching out his arms.
Then, with his eyes fixed on the fog, he arose slowly and, advancing toward it, went into the water as if to follow somebody. He waded24 on over the gentle slope of the beach which forms the bar. He was already far from the shore and the water was up to his belt. He went on and on, as if fascinated by a seducing25 spirit. The water was now up to his breast. Suddenly, the discharge of musketry awoke him from his dream, the vision disappeared, and the young man returned to reality. He stopped, reflected, and noticed that he was in the water. The lake was smooth and he could still see the lights in the fishermen’s huts.
He returned to the shore and made his way toward the town. What for? He himself did not know.
The town seemed uninhabited. The houses were all closed. Even the animals, the dogs which are accustomed to bark at night, had hid themselves through fear. The silvery light of the moon increased the sadness and solitude26.
Afraid of meeting the Civil Guards, he went through the orchards27 and gardens. In one of the gardens he thought he saw two human forms, but he continued his way. Jumping over fences and walls, he arrived after great labor18 at the other side of the town, and directed his steps toward Ibarra’s house. The servants were in the door, lamenting28 and commenting on the arrest of their master.
Aware of what had passed, Elias went away, but returned to the house, leaped over the wall, crawled through a window and went into the cabinet or laboratory, where the candle which Ibarra had left was still burning.
Elias saw the papers and the books. He found the arms and the little sacks which contained the money and the jewelry29. All that had passed ran through his imagination again, and, seeing all the papers which might incriminate Ibarra, he thought of collecting them, throwing them through the window and burying them.
He glanced toward the garden and, by the light of the [228]moon, he saw two Civil Guards coming with an adjutant. Their bayonets and helmets were glistening30 in the light.
Then he decided. He piled up the clothes and papers in the middle of the cabinet, emptied the oil in a lamp upon the pile and set fire to it. He quickly buckled31 the arms around him. He saw the picture of Maria Clara, hesitated—put it in one of the little sacks, and jumped out of the window with them all.
It was already time, for the two Civil Guards were forcing their entrance.
“Let us go up to get your master’s papers,” said the adjutant.
“Have you permission? If not, you shall not go up!” said an old servant.
But the soldiers pushed the servants aside with the butts32 of their guns and went upstairs. A thick smoke was already filling the whole house, and gigantic tongues of flame were coming out from the sala, licking the doors and windows.
“Fire! Fire! Fire!” they all cried.
Each hurried to save what he could, but the fire had filled the small laboratory, breaking out furiously among the inflammable materials. The Civil Guards had to turn back. The fire, roaring and sweeping33 all before it, closed the passage to them. In vain they brought water from the well. All were shouting, and crying for help, but they were isolated34. The fire reached the other rooms and in thick columns of smoke ascended35 to the heavens. Some peasants came from a distance, but they arrived only in time to see the frightful36 spectacle, the end of that old building, so long respected by the elements.
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