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"
To
my
great
honor
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
am
not
a
Buendía
.
"
Those
who
knew
the
secret
of
his
parentage
thought
that
the
answer
meant
that
he
too
was
aware
of
it
,
but
he
had
really
never
been
.
Pilar
Ternera
,
his
mother
,
who
had
made
his
blood
boil
in
the
darkroom
,
was
as
much
an
irresistible
obsession
for
him
as
she
had
been
first
for
José
Arcadio
and
then
for
Aureliano
.
In
spite
of
her
having
lost
her
charms
the
splendor
of
her
laugh
,
he
sought
her
out
and
found
her
by
the
trail
of
her
smell
of
smoke
.
A
short
time
before
the
war
,
one
noon
when
she
was
later
than
usual
in
coming
for
her
younger
son
at
school
,
Arcadio
was
waiting
for
her
in
the
room
where
he
was
accustomed
to
take
his
siesta
and
where
he
later
set
up
the
stocks
.
While
the
child
played
in
the
courtyard
,
he
waited
in
his
hammock
,
trembling
with
anxiety
,
knowing
that
Pillar
Ternera
would
have
to
pass
through
there
.
She
arrived
.
Arcadio
grabbed
her
by
the
wrist
and
tried
to
pull
her
into
the
hammock
.
"
I
ca
n't
,
I
ca
n't
,
"
Pilar
Ternera
said
in
horror
.
"
You
ca
n't
imagine
how
much
I
would
like
to
make
you
happy
,
but
as
God
is
my
witness
I
ca
n't
.
"
Arcadio
took
by
the
waist
with
his
tremendous
hereditary
strength
and
he
felt
the
world
disappear
with
the
contact
of
her
skin
.
"
Do
n't
play
the
saint
,
"
he
said
.
"
After
all
,
everybody
knows
that
you
're
a
whore
.
"
Pilar
overcame
the
disgust
that
her
miserable
fate
inspired
in
her
.
"
The
children
will
find
out
,
"
she
murmured
.
"
It
will
be
better
if
you
leave
the
bar
off
the
door
tonight
.
"
The
only
relatives
who
knew
about
it
were
José
Arcadio
and
Rebeca
,
with
whom
Arcadio
maintained
close
relations
at
that
time
,
based
not
so
much
on
kinship
as
on
complicity
.
José
Arcadio
had
put
his
neck
into
the
marital
yoke
.
Rebeca
's
firm
character
,
the
voracity
stomach
,
her
tenacious
ambition
absorbed
the
tremendous
energy
of
her
husband
,
who
had
been
changed
from
a
lazy
,
womanchasing
man
into
an
enormous
work
animal
.
They
kept
a
clean
and
neat
house
.
Rebeca
would
open
it
wide
at
dawn
and
the
wind
from
the
graveyard
would
come
in
through
the
windows
and
go
out
through
the
doors
to
the
yard
and
leave
the
whitewashed
walls
and
furniture
tanned
by
the
saltpeter
of
the
dead
.
Her
hunger
for
earth
,
the
cloccloc
of
her
parents
'
bones
,
the
impatience
of
her
blood
as
it
faced
Pietro
Crespi
's
passivity
were
relegated
to
the
attic
of
her
memory
.
All
day
long
she
would
embroider
beside
the
window
,
withdrawn
from
the
uneasiness
of
the
war
,
until
the
ceramic
pots
would
begin
to
vibrate
in
the
cupboard
and
she
would
get
up
to
warm
the
meal
,
much
before
the
appearance
,
first
,
of
the
mangy
hounds
,
and
then
of
the
colossus
in
leggings
and
spurs
with
a
double-barreled
shotgun
,
who
sometimes
carried
a
deer
on
his
shoulder
and
almost
always
a
string
rabbits
or
wild
ducks
.
One
afternoon
,
at
the
beginning
of
his
rule
,
Arcadio
paid
them
a
surprise
visit
.
They
had
not
seen
him
since
they
had
left
the
house
,
but
he
seemed
so
friendly
and
familiar
that
they
invited
him
to
share
the
stew
.
Only
when
they
were
having
coffee
did
Arcadio
reveal
the
motive
behind
his
visit
:
he
had
received
a
complaint
against
José
Arcadio
.
It
was
said
that
he
had
begun
by
plowing
his
own
yard
and
had
gone
straight
ahead
into
neighboring
lands
,
knocking
down
fences
and
buildings
with
his
oxen
until
he
took
forcible
possession
of
the
best
plots
of
land
around
.
On
the
peasants
whom
he
had
not
despoiled
because
he
was
not
interested
in
their
lands
,
he
levied
a
contribution
which
he
collected
every
Saturday
with
his
hunting
dogs
and
his
double-barreled
shotgun
.
He
did
not
deny
it
.
He
based
his
right
on
the
fact
that
the
usurped
lands
had
been
distributed
by
José
Arcadio
Buendía
at
the
time
of
the
founding
,
and
he
thought
it
possible
to
prove
that
his
father
had
been
crazy
ever
since
that
time
,
for
he
had
disposed
of
a
patrimony
that
really
belonged
to
the
family
.
It
was
an
unnecessary
allegation
,
because
Arcadio
had
not
come
to
do
justice
.
He
simply
offered
to
set
up
a
registry
office
so
that
José
Arcadio
could
legalize
his
title
to
the
usurped
land
,
under
the
condition
that
he
delegate
to
the
local
government
the
right
to
collect
the
contributions
.
They
made
an
agreement
.
Years
later
,
when
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
examined
the
titles
to
property
,
he
found
registered
in
his
brother
's
name
all
of
the
land
between
the
hill
where
his
yard
was
on
up
to
the
horizon
,
including
the
cemetery
,
and
discovered
that
during
the
eleven
months
of
his
rule
,
Arcadio
had
collected
not
only
the
money
of
the
contributions
,
but
had
also
collected
fees
from
people
for
the
right
to
bury
their
dead
in
José
Arcadio
's
land
.
It
took
úrsula
several
months
to
find
out
what
was
already
public
knowledge
because
people
hid
it
from
her
so
as
not
to
increase
her
suffering
.
At
first
she
suspected
it
.
"
Arcadio
is
building
a
house
,
"
she
confided
with
feigned
pride
to
her
husband
as
she
tried
to
put
a
spoonful
of
calabash
syrup
into
his
mouth
.
Nevertheless
,
she
involuntarily
sighed
and
said
,
"
I
do
n't
know
why
,
but
all
this
has
a
bad
smell
to
me
.
"
Later
on
,
when
she
found
out
that
Arcadio
had
not
only
built
a
house
but
had
ordered
some
Viennese
furniture
,
she
confirmed
her
suspicion
that
he
was
using
public
funds
.
"
You
're
the
shame
of
our
family
name
,
"
she
shouted
at
him
one
Sunday
after
mass
when
she
saw
him
in
his
new
house
playing
cards
with
his
officers
.
Arcadio
paid
no
attention
to
her
.
Only
then
did
úrsula
know
that
he
had
a
six-month-old
daughter
and
that
Santa
Sofía
de
la
Piedad
,
with
whom
he
was
living
outside
of
marriage
,
was
pregnant
again
.
She
decided
to
write
to
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
,
wherever
he
was
,
to
bring
him
up
to
date
on
the
situation
.
But
the
fast-moving
events
of
those
days
not
only
prevented
her
plans
from
being
carried
out
,
they
made
her
regret
having
conceived
them
.
The
war
,
which
until
then
had
been
only
a
word
to
designate
a
vague
and
remote
circumstance
,
became
a
concrete
and
dramatic
reality
.
Around
the
end
of
February
an
old
woman
with
an
ashen
look
arrived
in
Macondo
riding
a
donkey
loaded
down
with
brooms
.
She
seemed
so
inoffensive
that
the
sentries
let
her
pass
without
any
questions
as
another
vendor
,
one
of
the
many
who
often
arrived
from
the
towns
in
the
swamp
.
She
went
directly
to
the
barracks
.
Arcadio
received
her
in
the
place
where
the
classroom
used
to
be
and
which
at
that
time
had
been
transformed
into
a
kind
of
rearguard
encampment
,
with
roiled
hammocks
hanging
on
hooks
and
mats
piled
up
in
the
corners
,
and
rifles
and
carbines
and
even
hunting
shotguns
scattered
on
the
floor
.
The
old
woman
stiffened
into
a
military
salute
before
identifying
herself
:
"
I
am
Colonel
Gregorio
Stevenson
.
"
He
brought
bad
news
.
The
last
centers
Liberal
resistance
,
according
to
what
he
said
,
were
being
wiped
out
.
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
,
whom
he
had
left
fighting
in
retreat
near
Riohacha
,
had
given
him
a
message
for
Arcadio
.
He
should
surrender
the
town
without
resistance
on
the
condition
that
the
lives
and
property
of
Liberals
would
be
respected
.
Arcadio
examined
that
strange
messenger
who
could
have
been
a
fugitive
grandmother
with
a
look
of
pity
.
