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He
looked
at
Amaranta
,
who
stood
indecisively
two
steps
behind
úrsula
,
and
he
smiled
as
he
asked
her
,
"
What
happened
to
your
hand
?
"
Amaranta
raised
the
hand
with
the
black
bandage
.
"
A
burn
,
"
she
said
,
and
took
úrsula
away
so
that
the
horses
would
not
run
her
down
.
The
troop
took
off
.
A
special
guard
surrounded
the
prisoners
and
took
them
to
the
jail
at
a
trot
.
At
dusk
úrsula
visited
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
in
jail
.
She
had
tried
to
get
permission
through
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
,
but
he
had
lost
all
authority
in
the
face
of
the
military
omnipotence
.
Father
Nicanor
was
in
bed
with
hepatic
fever
.
The
parents
of
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
,
who
had
not
been
condemned
to
death
,
had
tried
to
see
him
and
were
driven
off
with
rifle
butts
.
Facing
the
impossibility
of
finding
anyone
to
intervene
,
convinced
that
her
son
would
be
shot
at
dawn
,
úrsula
wrapped
up
the
things
she
wanted
to
bring
him
and
went
to
the
jail
alone
.
The
sentries
blocked
her
way
.
"
I
'm
going
in
in
any
case
,
"
úrsula
warned
them
.
"
So
if
you
have
orders
to
shoot
,
start
right
in
.
"
She
pushed
one
of
them
aside
and
went
into
the
former
classroom
,
where
a
group
of
half-dressed
soldiers
were
oiling
their
weapons
.
An
officer
in
a
field
uniform
,
ruddy-faced
,
with
very
thick
glasses
and
ceremonious
manners
,
signaled
to
the
sentries
to
withdraw
.
"
I
am
the
mother
of
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
,
"
úrsula
repeated
.
"
You
must
mean
,
"
the
officer
corrected
with
a
friendly
smile
,
"
that
you
are
the
mother
of
Mister
Aureliano
Buendía
.
"
úrsula
recognized
in
his
affected
way
of
speaking
the
languid
cadence
of
the
stuck-up
people
from
the
highlands
.
There
were
superior
orders
that
prohibited
visits
to
prisoners
condemned
to
death
,
but
the
officer
assumed
the
responsibility
of
letting
her
have
a
fifteen-minute
stay
.
úrsula
showed
him
what
she
had
in
the
bundle
:
a
change
of
clean
clothing
,
the
short
boots
that
her
son
had
worn
at
his
wedding
,
and
the
sweet
milk
candy
that
she
had
kept
for
him
since
the
day
she
had
sensed
his
return
.
She
found
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
in
the
room
that
was
used
as
a
cell
,
lying
on
a
cot
with
his
arms
spread
out
because
his
armpits
were
paved
with
sores
.
They
had
allowed
him
to
shave
.
The
thick
mustache
with
twisted
ends
accentuated
the
sharp
angles
of
his
cheekbones
.
He
looked
paler
to
úrsula
than
when
he
had
left
,
a
little
taller
,
and
more
solitary
than
ever
.
He
knew
all
about
the
details
of
the
house
:
Pietro
Crespi
's
suicide
,
Arcadio
's
arbitrary
acts
and
execution
.
the
dauntlessness
of
José
Arcadio
Buendía
underneath
the
chestnut
tree
.
He
knew
that
Amaranta
had
consecrated
her
virginal
widowhood
to
the
rearing
of
Aureliano
José
and
that
the
latter
was
beginning
to
show
signs
of
quite
good
judgment
and
that
he
had
learned
to
read
and
write
at
the
same
time
he
had
learned
to
speak
.
From
the
moment
In
which
she
entered
the
room
úrsula
felt
inhibited
by
the
maturity
of
her
son
,
by
his
aura
of
command
,
by
the
glow
of
authority
that
radiated
from
his
skin
.
She
was
surprised
that
he
was
so
well-informed
.
"
You
knew
all
along
that
I
was
a
wizard
,
"
he
joked
.
he
added
in
a
serious
tone
,
"
This
morning
,
when
they
brought
me
here
,
I
had
the
impression
that
I
had
already
been
through
all
that
before
.
"
In
fact
,
while
the
crowd
was
roaring
alongside
him
,
he
had
been
concentrating
his
thoughts
,
startled
at
how
the
town
had
aged
.
The
leaves
of
the
almond
trees
were
broken
.
The
houses
,
painted
blue
,
then
painted
red
,
had
ended
up
with
an
indefinable
coloration
.
"
What
did
you
expect
?
"
úrsula
sighed
.
"
Time
passes
.
"
In
that
way
the
long-awaited
visit
,
for
which
both
had
prepared
questions
and
had
even
anticipated
answers
,
was
once
more
the
usual
everyday
conversation
.
When
the
guard
announced
the
end
of
the
visit
,
Aureliano
took
out
a
roll
of
sweaty
papers
from
under
the
cot
.
They
were
his
poetry
,
the
poems
inspired
by
Remedios
,
which
he
had
taken
with
him
when
he
left
,
and
those
he
had
written
later
on
during
chance
pauses
in
the
war
.
"
Promise
me
that
no
one
will
read
them
,
"
he
said
.
"
Light
the
oven
with
them
this
very
night
.
"
úrsula
promised
stood
up
to
kiss
him
goodbye
.
