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Aureliano
Buendia
and
Remedios
Moscote
were
married
one
Sunday
in
March
before
the
altar
Father
Nicanor
Reyna
had
set
up
in
the
parlor
.
It
was
the
culmination
of
four
weeks
of
shocks
in
the
Moscote
household
because
little
Remedios
had
reached
puberty
before
getting
over
the
habits
of
childhood
.
In
spite
of
the
fact
that
her
mother
had
taught
her
about
the
changes
adolescence
,
one
February
afternoon
she
burst
shouting
into
the
living
room
,
where
her
sisters
were
chatting
with
Aureliano
,
and
showed
them
her
panties
,
smeared
with
a
chocolate-colored
paste
.
A
month
for
the
wedding
was
agreed
upon
.
There
was
barely
enough
time
to
teach
how
to
wash
herself
,
get
dressed
by
herself
,
and
understand
the
fundamental
business
of
a
home
.
They
made
her
urinate
over
hot
bricks
in
order
to
cure
her
of
the
habit
of
wetting
her
bed
.
It
took
a
good
deal
of
work
to
convince
her
of
the
inviolability
of
the
marital
secret
,
for
Remedios
was
so
confused
and
at
the
same
time
so
amazed
at
the
revelation
that
she
wanted
to
talk
to
everybody
about
the
details
of
the
wedding
night
.
It
was
a
fatiguing
effort
,
but
on
the
date
set
for
the
ceremony
the
child
was
as
adept
in
the
ways
of
the
world
as
any
of
her
sisters
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
escorted
by
the
arm
down
the
street
that
was
decorated
with
flowers
and
wreaths
amidst
the
explosion
of
rockets
and
the
music
of
several
bands
,
and
she
waved
with
her
hand
and
gave
her
thanks
with
a
smile
to
those
who
wished
her
good
luck
from
the
windows
.
Aureliano
,
dressed
in
black
,
wearing
the
same
patent
leather
boots
with
metal
fasteners
that
he
would
have
on
a
few
years
later
as
he
faced
the
firing
squad
,
had
an
intense
paleness
and
a
hard
lump
in
his
throat
when
he
met
the
bride
at
the
door
of
the
house
and
led
her
to
the
altar
.
She
behaved
as
naturally
,
such
discretion
,
that
she
did
not
lose
her
composure
,
not
even
when
Aureliano
dropped
the
ring
as
he
tried
to
put
it
on
her
finger
.
In
the
midst
of
the
.
murmurs
and
confusion
of
the
guests
,
she
kept
her
arm
with
the
fingerless
lace
glove
held
up
and
remained
like
that
with
her
ring
finger
ready
until
the
bridegroom
managed
to
stop
the
ring
with
his
foot
before
it
rolled
to
the
door
,
and
came
back
blushing
to
the
altar
.
Her
mother
and
sisters
suffered
so
much
from
the
fear
that
the
child
would
do
something
wrong
during
the
ceremony
that
in
the
end
they
were
the
ones
who
committed
the
impertinence
of
picking
her
up
to
kiss
her
.
From
that
day
on
the
sense
of
responsibility
,
the
natural
grace
,
the
calm
control
that
Remedios
would
have
in
the
face
of
adverse
circumstances
was
revealed
.
It
was
she
who
,
on
her
own
initiative
,
put
aside
the
largest
piece
that
she
had
cut
from
the
wedding
cake
and
took
it
on
a
plate
with
a
fork
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
.
Tied
to
the
trunk
of
the
chestnut
tree
,
huddled
on
a
wooden
stool
underneath
the
palm
shelter
,
the
enormous
old
man
,
discolored
by
the
sun
and
rain
,
made
a
vague
smile
of
gratitude
and
at
the
piece
cake
with
his
fingers
,
mumbling
an
unintelligible
psalm
.
The
only
unhappy
person
in
that
noisy
celebration
,
which
lasted
until
dawn
on
Monday
,
was
Rebeca
Buendía
.
It
was
her
own
frustrated
party
.
By
an
arrangement
of
úrsula
's
,
her
marriage
was
to
be
celebrated
on
the
same
day
,
but
that
Friday
Pietro
Crespi
received
a
letter
with
the
news
of
his
mother
's
imminent
death
.
The
wedding
was
postponed
.
Pietro
Crespi
left
for
the
capital
of
the
province
an
hour
after
receiving
the
letter
,
and
on
the
road
he
missed
his
mother
,
who
arrived
punctually
Saturday
night
and
at
Aureliano
's
wedding
sang
the
sad
aria
that
she
had
prepared
for
the
wedding
of
her
son
.
Pietro
Crespi
returned
on
Sunday
midnight
to
sweep
up
the
ashes
of
the
party
,
after
having
worn
out
five
horses
on
the
road
in
an
attempt
to
be
in
time
for
his
wedding
.
It
was
never
discovered
who
wrote
the
letter
.
Tormented
by
úrsula
,
Amaranta
wept
with
indignation
and
swore
her
innocence
in
front
of
the
altar
,
which
the
carpenters
had
not
finished
dismantling
.
FatNicanor
Reyna-whom
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
had
brought
from
the
swamp
to
officiate
at
the
wedding
--
was
an
old
man
hardened
by
the
ingratitude
of
his
ministry
.
His
skin
was
sad
,
with
the
bones
almost
exposed
,
and
he
had
a
pronounced
round
stomach
and
the
expression
of
an
old
angel
,
which
came
more
from
,
simplicity
than
from
goodness
.
He
had
planned
to
return
to
his
pariah
after
the
wedding
,
but
he
was
appalled
at
the
hardness
of
the
inhabitants
of
Macondo
,
who
were
prospering
in
the
midst
of
scandal
,
subject
to
the
natural
law
,
without
baptizing
their
children
or
sanctifying
their
festivals
.
Thinking
that
no
land
needed
the
seed
of
God
so
much
,
he
decided
to
stay
on
for
another
week
to
Christianize
both
circumcised
and
gentile
,
legalize
concubinage
,
and
give
the
sacraments
to
the
dying
.
But
no
one
paid
any
attention
to
him
.
They
would
answer
him
that
they
had
been
many
years
without
a
priest
,
arranging
the
business
of
their
souls
directly
with
God
,
and
that
they
had
lost
the
evil
of
original
sin
.
Tired
of
preaching
in
the
open
,
Father
Nicanor
decided
to
undertake
the
building
of
a
church
,
the
largest
in
the
world
,
with
life-size
saints
and
stained-glass
windows
on
the
sides
,
so
that
people
would
come
from
Rome
to
honor
God
in
the
center
of
impiety
.
He
went
everywhere
begging
alms
with
a
copper
dish
.
They
gave
him
a
large
amount
,
but
he
wanted
more
,
because
the
church
had
to
have
a
bell
that
would
raise
the
drowned
up
to
the
surface
of
the
water
.
He
pleaded
so
much
that
he
lost
his
voice
.
His
bones
began
to
fill
with
sounds
.
One
Saturday
,
not
even
having
collected
the
price
of
the
doors
,
he
fell
into
a
desperate
confusion
.
He
improvised
an
altar
in
the
square
and
on
Sunday
he
went
through
the
town
with
a
small
bell
,
as
in
the
days
of
insomnia
,
calling
people
to
an
openair
mass
.
Many
went
out
of
curiosity
.
Others
from
nostalgia
.
Others
so
that
God
would
not
take
the
disdain
for
His
intermediary
as
a
personal
insult
.
So
that
at
eight
in
the
morning
half
the
town
was
in
the
square
,
where
Father
Nicanor
chanted
the
gospels
in
a
voice
that
had
been
lacerated
by
his
pleading
.
At
the
end
,
when
the
congregation
began
to
break
up
,
he
raised
his
arms
signaling
for
attention
.
"
Just
a
moment
,
"
he
said
.
"
Now
we
shall
witness
an
undeniable
proof
of
the
infinite
power
of
God
.
"
The
boy
who
had
helped
him
with
the
mass
brought
him
a
cup
of
thick
and
steaming
chocolate
,
which
he
drank
without
pausing
to
breathe
.
Then
he
wiped
his
lips
with
a
handkerchief
that
he
drew
from
his
sleeve
,
extended
his
arms
,
and
closed
his
eyes
.
Thereupon
Father
Nicanor
rose
six
inches
above
the
level
of
the
ground
.
It
was
a
convincing
measure
.
He
went
among
the
houses
for
several
days
repeating
the
demonstration
of
levitation
by
means
of
chocolate
while
the
acolyte
collected
so
much
money
in
a
bag
that
in
less
than
a
month
he
began
the
construction
of
the
church
.
No
one
doubted
the
divine
origin
of
the
demonstration
except
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
who
without
changing
expression
watched
the
troop
of
people
who
gathered
around
the
chestnut
tree
one
morning
to
witness
the
revelation
once
more
.
He
merely
stretched
on
his
stool
a
little
and
shrugged
his
shoulders
when
Father
Nicanor
began
to
rise
up
from
the
ground
along
with
the
chair
he
was
sitting
on
.
"
Hoc
est
simplicissimus
,
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
said
.
"
Homo
iste
statum
quartum
materiae
invenit
.
"
Father
Nicanor
raised
his
hands
and
the
four
legs
of
the
chair
all
landed
on
the
ground
at
the
same
time
.
"
Nego
,
"
he
said
.
"
Factum
hoc
existentiam
Dei
probat
sine
dubio
.
"
