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"
He
placed
them
in
two
lines
as
you
would
place
men
for
a
rope
pulling
contest
,
or
as
they
stand
in
a
city
to
watch
the
ending
of
a
bicycle
road
race
with
just
room
for
the
cyclists
to
pass
between
,
or
as
men
stood
to
allow
the
passage
of
a
holy
image
in
a
procession
.
Two
meters
was
left
between
the
lines
and
they
extended
from
the
door
of
the
Ayuntamientoclear
across
the
plaza
to
the
edge
of
the
cliff
.
So
that
,
from
the
doorway
of
the
Ayuntamiento
,
looking
across
the
plaza
,
one
coming
out
would
see
two
solid
lines
of
people
waiting
.
"
They
were
armed
with
flails
such
as
are
used
to
beat
out
the
grain
and
they
were
a
good
flail
’
s
length
apart
.
All
did
not
have
flails
,
as
enough
flails
could
not
be
obtained
.
But
most
had
flails
obtained
from
the
store
of
Don
Guillermo
Martín
,
who
was
a
fascist
and
sold
all
sorts
of
agricultural
implements
.
And
those
who
did
not
have
flails
had
heavy
herdsman
’
s
clubs
,
or
ox
-
goads
,
and
some
had
wooden
pitchforks
;
those
with
wooden
tines
that
are
used
to
fork
the
chaff
and
straw
into
the
air
after
the
flailing
.
Some
had
sickles
and
reaping
hooks
but
these
Pablo
placed
at
the
far
end
where
the
lines
reached
the
edge
of
the
cliff
.
"
These
lines
were
quiet
and
it
was
a
clear
day
,
as
today
is
clear
,
and
there
were
clouds
high
in
the
sky
,
as
there
are
now
,
and
the
plaza
was
not
yet
dusty
for
there
had
been
a
heavy
dew
in
the
night
,
and
the
trees
cast
a
shade
over
the
men
in
the
lines
and
you
could
hear
the
water
running
from
the
brass
pipe
in
the
mouth
of
the
lion
and
falling
into
the
bowl
of
the
fountain
where
the
women
bring
the
water
jars
to
fill
them
.
"
Only
near
the
Ayuntamiento
,
where
the
priest
was
complying
with
his
duties
with
the
fascists
,
was
there
any
ribaldry
,
and
that
came
from
those
worthless
ones
who
,
as
I
said
,
were
already
drunk
and
were
crowded
around
the
windows
shouting
obscenities
and
jokes
in
bad
taste
in
through
the
iron
bars
of
the
windows
.
Most
of
the
men
in
the
lines
were
waiting
quietly
and
I
heard
one
say
to
another
,
‘
Will
there
be
women
?
’
"
And
another
said
,
‘
I
hope
to
Christ
,
no
.
’
"
Then
one
said
,
‘
Here
is
the
woman
of
Pablo
.
Listen
,
Pilar
.
Will
there
be
women
?
’
"
I
looked
at
him
and
he
was
a
peasant
dressed
in
his
Sunday
jacket
and
sweating
heavily
and
I
said
,
‘
No
,
Joaquín
.
There
are
no
women
.
We
are
not
killing
the
women
.
Why
should
we
kill
their
women
?
’
"
And
he
said
,
‘
Thanks
be
to
Christ
,
there
are
no
women
and
when
does
it
start
?
’
"
And
I
said
,
‘
As
soon
as
the
priest
finishes
.
’
