Ricardo, because the Liberals called the Conservatives Goths. Only when he handed in his ticket at the door did
Aureliano Jos?realize that Captain Aquiles Ricardo and two soldiers armed with rifles were searching the
audience.
“Be careful, captain,?Aureliano Jos?warned him. “The man hasn’t been born yet who can lay hands on me.?
The captain tried to search him forcibly and Aureliano Jos? who was unarmed, began to run. The soldiers
disobeyed the order to shoot. “He’s a Buendaa,?one of them explained. Blind with rage, the captain then snatched
away the rifle, stepped into the center of the street, and took aim.?
“Cowards!?he shouted. “I only wish it was Colonel Aureliano Buendaa.?
Carmelita Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing
rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera’s bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano Jos?had been destined to find with her
the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age,buy wow gold, but the
bullet that entered his back and shattered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards.
Captain Aquiles Ricardo,world of warcraft gold, who was really the one destined to die that night, did indeed die, four hours before
Aureliano Jos? As won as the shot was heard he was brought down by two simultaneous bullets whose origin
was never established and a shout of many voices shook the night.
“Long live the Liberal party! Long live Colonel Aureliano Buendaa!?
At twelve o’clock, when Aureliano, Jos?had bled to death and Carmelita Montiel found that the cards showing
her future were blank, more than four hundred men had filed past the theater and discharged their revolvers into
the abandoned body of Captain Aquiles Ricardo. A patrol had to use a wheelbarrow to carry the body, which was
heavy with lead and fell apart like a water-soaked loaf of bread.
Annoyed by the outrages of the regular army, General Jos?Raquel Moncada used his political influence, put on
his uniform again, and assumed the civil and military leadership of Macondo. He did not expect, however, that
his conciliatory attitude would be able to prevent the inevitable. The news in September was contradictory. While
the government announced that it was maintaining control throughout the country,cheap warcraft gold, the Liberals were receiving
secret news of armed uprisings in the interior. The regime would not admit a state of war until it was proclaimed
in a decree that had followed a court-martial which had condemned Colonel Aureliano Buendaa to death in
absentia. The first unit that captured him was ordered to carry the sentence out. “This means he’s come back,?
2rsula said joyfully to General Moncada. But he himself knew nothing about it.
Actually, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa had been in the country for more than a month. He was preceded by
conflicting rumors, supposed to be in the most distant places at the same time,achat kamas, and even General Moncada did
not believe in his return until it was officially announced that he had seized two states on the coast.
“Congratulations, dear friend,?he told 2rsula, showing her the telegram. “You’ll soon have him here.?2rsula was
worried then for the first time. “And what will you do??she asked. General Moncada had asked himself that
same question many times.
“The same as he, my friend,?he answered. “I’ll do my duty.?
At dawn on the first of October Colonel Aureliano Buendaa attacked Macondo with a thousand well-armed
men and the garrison received orders to resist to the end. At noon, while General Moncada was lunching with
2rsula, a rebel cannon shot that echoed in the whole town blew the front of the municipal treasury to dust.
“They’re as well armed as we are,?General Moncada sighed, “but besides that they’re fighting because they want
to.?At two o’clock in the afternoon, while the earth trembled with the artillery fire from both sides, he took leave
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masterpieces, and embroidered needlepoint peacocks, she waited for Pietro Crespi to be unable to bear the urges
of his heart and more. Her day came with the ill-fated October rains. Pietro Crespi took the sewing basket from
her lap and he told her,buy runescape money, “We’ll get married next month.?Amaranta did not tremble at the contact with his icy
hands. She withdrew hers like a timid little animal and went back to her work.
“Don’t be simple, Crespi.?She smiled. “I wouldn’t marry you even if I were dead.?
Pietro Crespi lost control of himself. He wept shamelessly,tales of pirates money, almost breaking his fingers with desperation, but
he could not break her down. “Don’t waste your time,?was all that Amaranta said. “If you really love me so
much, don’t set foot in this house again.?2rsula thought she would go mad with shame. Pietro Crespi exhausted
all manner of pleas. He went through incredible extremes of humiliation. He wept one whole afternoon in
2rsula’s lap and she would have sold her soul in order to comfort him. On rainy nights he could be seen
prowling about the house with an umbrella,cheap warcraft gold, waiting for a light in Amaranta’s bedroom. He was never better
dressed than at that time. His august head of a tormented emperor had acquired a strange air of grandeur. He
begged Amaranta’s friends, the ones who sewed with her on the porch, to try to persuade her. He neglected his
business. He would spend the day in the rear of the store writing wild notes, which he would send to Amaranta
with flower petals and dried butterflies, and which she would return unopened. He would shut himself up for
hours on end to play the zither. One night he sang. Macondo woke up in a kind of angelic stupor that was caused
by a zither that deserved more than this world and a voice that led one to believe that no other person on earth
could feel such love. Pietro Crespi then saw the lights go on in every window in town except that of Amaranta.
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boxes opened, and all the docks striking an interminable hour, and in the midst of that mad concert he found
Pietro Crespi at the desk in the rear with his wrists cut by a razor and his hands thrust into a basin of benzoin.
2rsula decreed that the wake would be in her house. Father Nicanor was against a religious ceremony and
burial in consecrated ground. 2rsula stood up to him. “In a way that neither you nor I can understand, that man
was a saint,?she said. “So I am going to bury him, against your wishes, beside Melquaades?grave.?She did it with
the support of the whole town and with a magnificent funeral. Amaranta did not leave her bedroom. From her
bed she heard 2rsula’s weeping, the steps and whispers of the multitude that invaded the house, the wailing of
the mourners, and then a deep silence that smelled of trampled flowers. For a long time she kept on smelling
Pietro Crespi’s lavender breath at dusk, but she had the strength not to succumb to delirium. 2rsula abandoned
her. She did not even raise her eyes to pity her on the afternoon when Amaranta went into the kitchen and put her
hand into the coals of the stove until it hurt her so much that she felt no more pain but instead smelled the
pestilence of her own singed flesh. It was a stupid cure for her remorse. For several days she went about the
house with her hand in a pot of egg whites, and when the burns healed it appeared as if the whites had also
scarred over the sores on her heart. The only external trace that the tragedy left was the bandage of black gauze
that she put on her burned hand and that she wore until her death.
Arcadio gave a rare display of generosity by decreeing official mourning for Pietro Crespi. 2rsula interpreted
“In this town we do not give orders with pieces of paper,?he said without losing his calm. “And so that you
know it once and for all, we don’t need any judge here because there’s nothing that needs judging.?
Facing Don Apolinar Moscote, still without raising his voice, he gave a detailed account of how they had
founded the village, of how they had distributed the land, opened the roads, and introduced the improvements
that necessity required without having bothered the government and without anyone having bothered them. “We
are so peaceful that none of us has died even of a natural death,?he said. “You can see that we still don’t have any
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until then it had let them grow in peace, and he hoped that it would continue leaving them that way,rs gold, because they
had not founded a town so that the first upstart who came along would tell them what to do. Don Apolinar had
put on his denim jacket, white like his trousers, without losing at any moment the elegance of his gestures.
“So that if you want to stay here like any other ordinary citizen, you’re quite welcome,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
concluded. “But if you’ve come to cause disorder by making the people paint their houses blue, you can pick up
your junk and go back where you came from. Because my house is going to be white, white, like a dove.?
Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said,cheap warcraft gold, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
his two feet on the swamp road. A week later he was back with six barefoot and ragged soldiers, armed with
shotguns, and an oxcart in which his wife and seven daughters were traveling. Two other carts arrived later with
the furniture, the baggage,runescape power leveling, and the household utensils. He settled his family in the Hotel Jacob, while he looked
for a house, and he went back to open his office under the protection of the soldiers. The founders of Macondo,
resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As