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Arcadio
pushed
úrsula
toward
the
house
and
surrendered
.
A
short
time
later
the
shooting
stopped
and
the
bells
began
to
toll
.
The
resistance
had
been
wiped
out
in
less
than
half
an
hour
.
Not
a
single
one
of
Arcadio
's
men
had
survived
the
attack
,
but
before
dying
they
had
killed
three
hundred
soldiers
.
The
last
stronghold
was
the
barracks
.
Before
being
attacked
,
the
supposed
Colonel
Gregorio
Stevenson
had
freed
the
prisoners
and
ordered
his
men
to
go
out
and
fight
in
the
street
.
The
extraordinary
mobility
and
accurate
aim
which
he
placed
his
twenty
cartridges
gave
the
impression
that
the
barracks
was
well-defended
,
and
the
attackers
blew
it
to
pieces
with
cannon
fire
.
The
captain
who
directed
the
operation
was
startled
to
find
the
rubble
deserted
and
a
single
dead
man
in
his
undershorts
with
an
empty
rifle
still
clutched
in
an
arm
that
had
been
blown
completely
off
.
He
had
a
woman
's
full
head
of
hair
held
at
the
neck
with
a
comb
and
on
his
neck
a
chain
with
a
small
gold
fish
.
When
he
turned
him
over
the
tip
of
his
boot
and
put
the
light
on
his
face
,
the
captain
was
perplexed
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
he
exclaimed
.
Other
officers
came
over
.
"
Look
where
this
fellow
turned
up
,
"
the
captain
said
.
"
It
's
Gregorio
Stevenson
.
"
Before
they
took
him
to
the
execution
wall
FatNicanor
tried
to
attend
him
.
"
I
have
nothing
to
repent
,
"
Arcadio
said
,
and
he
put
himself
under
the
orders
of
the
squad
after
drinking
a
cup
of
black
coffee
.
The
leader
of
the
squad
,
a
specialist
in
summary
executions
,
had
a
name
that
had
much
more
about
it
than
chance
:
Captain
Roque
Carnicero
,
which
meant
butcher
.
On
the
way
to
the
cemetery
,
under
the
persistent
drizzle
,
Arcadio
saw
that
a
radiant
Wednesday
was
breaking
out
on
the
horizon
.
His
nostalgia
disappeared
with
the
mist
and
left
an
immense
curiosity
in
its
place
.
Only
when
they
ordered
him
to
put
his
back
to
the
wall
did
Arcadio
see
Rebeca
,
with
wet
hair
and
a
pink
flowered
dress
,
opening
wide
the
door
.
He
made
an
effort
to
get
her
to
recognize
him
.
And
Rebeca
did
take
a
casual
look
toward
the
wall
and
was
paralyzed
with
stupor
,
barely
able
to
react
and
wave
goodbye
to
Arcadio
.
Arcadio
answered
her
the
same
way
At
that
instant
the
smoking
mouths
of
the
rifles
were
aimed
at
him
and
letter
by
letter
he
heard
the
encyclicals
that
Melquíades
had
chanted
and
he
heard
the
lost
steps
of
Santa
Sofía
de
la
Piedad
,
a
virgin
,
in
the
classroom
,
and
in
his
nose
he
felt
the
same
icy
hardness
that
had
drawn
his
attention
in
the
nostrils
of
the
corpse
of
Remedios
.
"
Oh
,
God
damn
it
!
"
he
managed
to
think
.
"
I
forgot
to
say
that
if
it
was
a
girl
they
should
name
her
Remedios
.
"
Then
,
all
accumulated
in
the
rip
of
a
claw
,
he
felt
again
all
the
terror
that
had
tormented
him
in
his
life
.
The
captain
gave
the
order
to
fire
.
Arcadio
barely
had
time
to
put
out
his
chest
and
raise
his
head
,
not
understanding
where
the
hot
liquid
that
burned
his
thighs
was
pouring
from
.
"
Bastards
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Long
live
the
Liberal
Party
!
"
The
war
was
over
in
May
.
Two
weeks
before
the
government
made
the
official
announcement
in
a
high-sounding
proclamation
,
which
promised
merciless
punishment
for
those
who
had
started
the
rebellion
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
fell
prisoner
just
as
he
was
about
to
reach
the
western
frontier
disguised
as
an
Indian
witch
doctor
.
Of
the
twenty-one
men
who
had
followed
him
to
war
,
fourteen
fell
in
combat
,
six
were
wounded
,
and
only
one
accompanied
him
at
the
moment
of
final
defeat
:
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
.
The
news
of
his
capture
was
announced
in
Macondo
with
a
special
proclamation
.
"
He
's
alive
,
"
úrsula
told
her
husband
.
"
Let
's
pray
to
God
for
his
enemies
to
show
him
clemency
.
"
After
three
days
of
weeping
,
one
afternoon
as
she
was
stirring
some
sweet
milk
candy
in
the
kitchen
she
heard
her
son
's
voice
clearly
in
her
ear
.
"
It
was
Aureliano
,
"
she
shouted
,
running
toward
the
chestnut
tree
to
tell
her
husband
the
news
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
the
miracle
took
place
,
but
he
's
alive
we
're
going
to
see
him
very
soon
.
"
She
took
it
for
granted
.
She
had
the
floors
of
the
house
scrubbed
and
changed
the
position
of
the
furniture
.
One
week
later
a
rumor
from
somewhere
that
was
not
supported
by
any
proclamation
gave
dramatic
confirmation
to
the
prediction
.
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
had
been
condemned
to
death
and
the
sentence
would
be
carried
out
in
Macondo
as
a
lesson
to
the
population
.
On
Monday
,
at
tenthirty
in
the
morning
,
Amaranta
was
dressing
Aureliano
José
when
she
heard
the
sound
a
distant
troop
and
the
blast
of
a
cornet
one
second
before
úrsula
burst
into
the
room
with
the
shout
:
"
They
're
bringing
him
now
!
"
The
troop
struggled
to
subdue
the
overflowing
crowd
with
their
rifle
butts
.
úrsula
and
Amaranta
ran
to
the
corner
,
pushing
their
way
through
,
and
then
they
saw
him
.
He
looked
like
a
beggar
.
His
clothing
was
torn
,
his
hair
and
beard
were
tangled
,
and
he
was
barefoot
.
He
was
walking
without
feeling
the
burning
dust
,
his
hands
tied
behind
his
back
with
a
rope
that
a
mounted
officer
had
attached
to
the
head
of
his
horse
.
Along
with
him
,
also
ragged
and
defeated
,
they
were
bringing
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
.
They
were
not
sad
.
They
seemed
more
disturbed
by
the
crowd
that
was
shouting
all
kinds
of
insults
at
the
troops
.
"
My
son
!
"
úrsula
shouted
in
the
midst
of
the
uproar
,
and
she
slapped
the
soldier
who
tried
to
hold
her
back
.
The
officer
's
horse
reared
.
Then
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
stopped
,
tremulous
,
avoided
the
arms
of
his
mother
,
and
fixed
a
stern
look
on
eyes
.
"
Go
home
,
Mama
,
"
he
said
.
"
Get
permission
from
the
authorities
to
come
see
me
in
jail
.
"
