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"
You
have
brought
something
in
writing
,
naturally
,
"
he
said
.
"
Naturally
,
"
the
emissary
answered
,
"
I
have
brought
nothing
of
the
sort
.
It
's
easy
to
understand
that
under
the
present
circumstances
a
person
ca
n't
carry
anything
that
would
compromise
him
.
"
As
he
was
speaking
he
reached
into
his
bodice
and
took
out
a
small
gold
fish
.
"
I
think
that
this
will
be
sufficient
,
"
he
said
.
Arcadio
could
see
that
indeed
it
was
one
of
the
little
fishes
made
by
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
.
But
anyone
could
have
bought
it
before
the
war
or
stolen
it
,
and
it
had
no
merit
as
a
safe-conduct
pass
.
The
messenger
even
went
to
the
extreme
of
violating
a
military
secret
so
that
they
would
believe
his
identity
.
He
revealed
that
he
was
on
a
mission
to
Cura鏰o
,
where
he
hoped
to
recruit
exiles
from
all
over
the
Caribbean
and
acquire
arms
and
supplies
sufficient
to
attempt
a
landing
at
the
end
of
the
year
.
With
faith
in
that
plan
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
was
not
in
favor
of
any
useless
sacrifices
at
that
time
.
But
Arcadio
was
inflexible
.
He
had
the
prisoner
put
into
the
stocks
until
he
could
prove
his
identity
and
he
resolved
to
defend
the
town
to
the
death
.
He
did
not
have
long
to
wait
.
The
news
of
the
Liberal
defeat
was
more
and
more
concrete
.
Toward
the
end
March
,
before
a
dawn
of
premature
rain
,
the
tense
calm
of
the
previous
weeks
was
abruptly
broken
by
the
desperate
sounds
of
a
cornet
and
a
cannon
shot
that
knocked
down
the
steeple
of
the
church
.
Actually
,
Arcadio
's
decision
to
resist
was
madness
.
He
had
only
fifty
poorly
armed
men
with
a
ration
of
twenty
cartridges
apiece
.
But
among
them
,
his
former
pupils
,
excited
by
the
high-sounding
proclamations
,
the
determination
reigned
to
sacrifice
their
skins
for
a
lost
cause
.
In
the
midst
of
the
tramping
of
boots
,
contradictory
commands
,
cannon
shots
that
made
the
earth
tremble
,
wild
shooting
,
and
the
senseless
sound
of
cornets
,
the
supposed
Colonel
Stevenson
managed
to
speak
to
Arcadio
.
"
Do
n't
let
me
undergo
the
indignity
of
dying
in
the
stocks
in
these
women
's
clothes
,
"
he
said
to
him
.
"
If
I
have
to
die
,
let
me
die
fighting
.
"
He
succeeded
in
convincing
him
.
Arcadio
ordered
them
to
give
him
a
weapon
and
twenty
cartridges
,
and
he
left
him
with
five
men
to
defend
headquarters
while
he
went
off
with
his
staff
to
head
up
the
resistance
.
He
did
not
get
to
the
road
to
the
swamp
.
The
barricades
had
been
broken
and
the
defenders
were
openly
fighting
in
the
streets
,
first
until
they
used
up
their
ration
rifle
bullets
,
then
with
pistols
against
rifles
,
and
finally
hto
hand
.
With
the
imminence
of
defeat
,
some
women
went
into
the
street
armed
with
sticks
and
kitchen
knives
.
In
that
confusion
Arcadio
found
Amaranta
,
who
was
looking
for
him
like
a
madwoman
,
in
her
nightgown
two
old
pistols
that
had
belonged
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
.
He
gave
his
rifle
to
an
officer
who
had
been
disarmed
in
the
fight
and
escaped
with
Amaranta
through
a
nearby
street
to
take
her
home
.
úrsula
was
,
in
the
doorway
waiting
,
indifferent
to
the
cannon
shots
that
had
opened
up
a
hole
in
the
front
of
the
house
next
door
.
The
rain
was
letting
up
,
but
the
streets
were
as
slippery
and
as
smooth
as
melted
soap
,
and
one
had
to
guess
distances
in
the
darkness
.
Arcadio
left
Amaranta
with
úrsula
and
made
an
attempt
to
face
two
soldiers
who
had
opened
up
with
heavy
firing
from
the
corner
.
The
old
pistols
that
had
been
kept
for
many
years
in
the
bureau
did
not
work
.
Protecting
Arcadio
with
her
body
,
úrsula
tried
to
drag
him
toward
the
house
.
"
Come
along
in
the
name
of
God
,
"
she
shouted
at
him
.
"
There
's
been
enough
madness
!
"
The
soldiers
aimed
at
them
.
"
Let
go
of
that
man
,
ma'am
,
"
one
of
them
shouted
,
"
or
we
wo
n't
be
responsible
!
"
