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Then
she
felt
him
.
She
remained
motionless
against
him
,
trembling
with
surprise
and
fear
,
unable
to
believe
the
evidence
,
and
finally
she
turned
her
head
and
looked
at
him
with
a
tremulous
smile
.
At
that
instant
two
gypsies
put
the
snake-man
into
his
cage
and
carried
him
into
the
tent
.
The
gypsy
who
was
conducting
the
show
announced
:
"
And
now
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
we
are
going
to
show
the
terrible
test
of
the
woman
who
must
have
her
head
chopped
off
every
night
at
this
time
for
one
hundred
and
fifty
years
as
punishment
for
having
seen
what
she
should
not
have
.
"
Jose
Arcadio
and
the
gypsy
girl
did
not
witness
the
decapitation
.
They
went
to
her
tent
,
where
they
kissed
each
other
with
a
desperate
anxiety
while
they
took
off
their
clothes
.
The
gypsy
girl
removed
the
starched
lace
corsets
she
had
on
and
there
she
was
,
changed
into
practically
nothing
.
She
was
a
languid
little
frog
,
with
incipient
breasts
and
legs
so
thin
that
they
did
not
even
match
the
size
of
Jose
Arcadio
's
arms
,
but
she
had
a
decision
and
a
warmth
that
compensated
for
her
fragility
.
Nevertheless
,
Jose
Arcadio
could
not
respond
to
her
because
they
were
in
a
kind
of
public
tent
where
the
gypsies
passed
through
with
their
circus
things
and
did
their
business
,
and
would
even
tarry
by
the
bed
for
a
game
of
dice
.
The
lamp
hanging
from
the
center
pole
lighted
the
whole
place
up
.
During
a
pause
in
the
caresses
,
Jose
Arcadio
stretched
out
naked
on
the
bed
without
knowing
what
to
do
,
while
the
girl
tried
to
inspire
him
.
A
gypsy
woman
with
splendid
flesh
came
in
a
short
time
after
accompanied
by
a
man
who
was
not
of
the
caravan
but
who
was
not
from
the
village
either
,
and
they
both
began
to
undress
in
front
of
the
bed
.
Without
meaning
to
,
the
woman
looked
at
Jose
Arcadio
and
examined
his
magnificent
animal
in
repose
with
a
kind
of
pathetic
fervor
.
"
My
boy
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
may
God
preserve
you
just
as
you
are
.
"
Jose
Arcadio
's
companion
asked
them
to
leave
them
alone
,
and
the
couple
lay
down
on
the
ground
,
close
to
the
bed
.
The
passion
of
the
others
woke
up
Jose
Arcadio
's
fervor
.
On
the
first
contact
the
bones
of
the
girl
seemed
to
become
disjointed
with
a
disorderly
crunch
like
the
sound
of
a
box
of
dominoes
,
and
her
skin
broke
out
into
a
pale
sweat
and
her
eyes
filled
with
tears
as
her
whole
body
exhaled
a
lugubrious
lament
and
a
vague
smell
of
mud
.
But
she
bore
the
impact
with
a
firmness
of
character
and
a
bravery
that
were
admi-rable
.
Jose
Arcadio
felt
himself
lifted
up
into
the
air
toward
a
state
of
seraphic
inspiration
,
where
his
heart
burst
forth
with
an
outpouring
of
tender
obscenities
that
entered
the
girl
through
her
ears
and
came
out
of
her
mouth
translated
into
her
language
.
It
was
Thursday
.
On
Saturday
night
,
Jose
Arcadio
wrapped
a
red
cloth
around
his
head
and
left
with
the
gypsies
.
When
Orsula
discovered
his
absence
she
searched
for
him
all
through
the
village
.
In
the
remains
of
the
gypsy
camp
there
was
nothing
but
a
garbage
pit
among
the
still
smoking
ashes
of
the
extinguished
campfires
.
Someone
who
was
there
looking
for
beads
among
the
trash
told
Orsula
that
the
night
before
he
had
seen
her
son
in
the
tumult
of
the
caravan
pushing
the
snake-man
's
cage
on
a
cart
.
"
He
's
become
a
gypsy
"
she
shouted
to
her
husband
,
who
had
not
shown
the
slightest
sign
of
alarm
over
the
disappearance
.
"
I
hope
it
's
true
,
"
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
said
,
grinding
in
his
mortar
the
material
that
had
been
ground
a
thousand
times
and
reheated
and
ground
again
.
"
That
way
he
'll
learn
to
be
a
man
.
"
Orsula
asked
where
the
gypsies
had
gone
.
She
went
along
asking
and
following
the
road
she
had
been
shown
,
thinking
that
she
still
had
time
to
catch
up
to
them
.
She
kept
getting
farther
away
from
the
village
until
she
felt
so
far
away
that
she
did
not
think
about
returning
.
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
did
not
discover
that
his
wife
was
missing
until
eight
o'clock
at
night
,
when
he
left
the
material
warming
in
a
bed
of
manure
and
went
to
see
what
was
wrong
with
little
Amaranta
,
who
was
getting
hoarse
from
crying
.
In
a
few
hours
he
gathered
a
group
of
well-equipped
men
,
put
Amaranta
in
the
hands
of
a
woman
who
offered
to
nurse
her
,
and
was
lost
on
invisible
paths
in
pursuit
of
Orsula
.
Aureliano
went
with
them
.
Some
Indian
fishermen
,
whose
language
they
could
not
understand
,
told
them
with
signs
that
they
had
not
seen
anyone
pass
.
After
three
days
of
useless
searching
they
returned
to
the
village
.
For
several
weeks
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
let
himself
be
overcome
by
consternation
.
He
took
care
of
little
Amaranta
like
a
mother
.
He
bathed
and
dressed
her
,
took
her
to
be
nursed
four
times
a
day
,
and
even
sang
to
her
at
night
the
songs
that
Orsula
never
knew
how
to
sing
.
On
a
certain
occasion
Pilar
Ternera
volunteered
to
do
the
household
chores
until
Orsula
came
back
.
Aureliano
,
whose
mysterious
intuition
had
become
sharpened
with
the
misfortune
,
felt
a
glow
of
clairvoyance
when
he
saw
her
come
in
.
Then
he
knew
that
in
some
inexplicable
way
she
was
to
blame
for
his
brother
's
flight
and
the
consequent
disappearance
of
his
mother
,
and
he
harassed
her
with
a
silent
and
implacable
hostility
in
such
a
way
that
the
woman
did
not
return
to
the
house
.
Time
put
things
in
their
place
.
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
and
his
son
did
not
know
exactly
when
they
returned
to
the
laboratory
,
dusting
things
,
lighting
the
water
pipe
,
involved
once
more
in
the
patient
manipulation
of
the
material
that
had
been
sleeping
for
several
months
in
its
bed
of
manure
.
Even
Amaranta
,
lying
in
a
wicker
basket
,
observed
with
curiosity
the
absorbing
work
of
her
father
and
her
brother
in
the
small
room
where
the
air
was
rarefied
by
mercury
vapors
.
On
a
certain
occasion
,
months
after
Orsula
's
departure
,
strange
things
began
to
happen
.
An
empty
flask
that
had
been
forgotten
in
a
cupboard
for
a
long
time
became
so
heavy
that
it
could
not
be
moved
.
A
pan
of
water
on
the
worktable
boiled
without
any
fire
under
it
for
a
half
hour
until
it
completely
evaporated
.
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
and
his
son
observed
those
phenomena
with
startled
excitement
,
unable
to
explain
them
but
interpreting
them
as
predictions
of
the
material
.
One
day
Amaranta
's
basket
began
to
move
by
itself
and
made
a
complete
turn
about
the
room
,
to
the
consternation
of
Auerliano
,
who
hurried
to
stop
it
.
But
his
father
did
not
get
upset
.
He
put
the
basket
in
its
place
and
tied
it
to
the
leg
of
a
table
,
convinced
that
the
long-awaited
event
was
imminent
.
It
was
on
that
occasion
that
Auerliano
heard
him
say
:
"
If
you
do
n't
fear
God
,
fear
him
through
the
metals
.
Suddenly
,
almost
five
months
after
her
disappearance
,
Orsula
came
back
.
She
arrived
exalted
,
rejuvenated
,
with
new
clothes
in
a
style
that
was
unknown
in
the
village
.
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
could
barely
stand
up
under
the
impact
.
"
That
was
it
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
I
knew
it
was
going
to
happen
.
"
And
he
really
believed
it
,
for
during
his
prolonged
imprisonment
as
he
manipulated
the
material
,
he
begged
in
the
depth
of
his
heart
that
the
longed-for
miracle
should
not
be
the
discovery
of
the
philosopher
's
stone
,
or
the
freeing
of
the
breath
that
makes
metals
live
,
or
the
faculty
to
convert
the
hinges
and
the
locks
of
the
house
into
gold
,
but
what
had
just
happened
:
Orsula
's
return
.
