Part 45 (2/2)
But few people had any sympathy for the Mussulman mother-in-law.
”Don Crisostomo is to blame for all of this,” sighed a woman.
The school teacher also was wandering about in the crowd. nor Juan was no longer rubbing his hands, nor was he carrying his yard stick and plumb line. He had heard the bad news and, faithful to his custom of seeing the future as a thing that had already happened, he was dressed in mourning, mourning for the death of Ibarra.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, an uncovered cart, drawn by two oxen, stopped in front of the tribunal.
The cart was surrounded by the crowd. They wanted to destroy it.
”Don't do that!” said Capitana Maria. ”Do you want them to walk?”
This remark stopped the relatives of the prisoners. Twenty soldiers came out and surrounded the cart. Then came the prisoners.
The first was Don Filipo; he was tied. He greeted his wife with a smile. Doray broke into a bitter lamentation and two soldiers had to work hard to keep her from embracing her husband. Antonio, the son of Captain Tinay, next appeared, crying like a child--a fact which made the family cry all the more. The imbecile, Andong, broke out in a wail when he saw his mother-in-law, the cause of his misfortune. Albino, the former seminary student, came out with his hands tied, as did also the twin sons of Capitana Maria. These three youths were serious and grave. The last who came was Ibarra. The young man was pale. He looked about for the face of Maria Clara.
”That is the one who is to blame!” cried many voices. ”He is to blame and he will go free.”
”My son-in-law has done nothing and he is handcuffed.”
Ibarra turned to the guards.
”Tie me, and tie me well, elbow to elbow,” said he.
”We have no orders.”
”Tie me!”
The soldiers obeyed.
The alferez appeared on horse-back, armed to the teeth. Ten or fifteen more soldiers followed him.
Each of the prisoners had there in the crowd his family praying for him, weeping for him, and calling him by the most affectionate names. Ibarra was the only exception. Even nor Juan himself and the school-teacher had disappeared.
”What have you done to my husband and my son?” said Doray to Ibarra, crying. ”See my poor boy! You have deprived him of a father!”
The grief of the people was changed to wrath against the young man, accused of having provoked the riot. The alferez gave orders to depart.
”You are a coward!” cried the mother-in-law of Andong to Ibarra. ”While the others were fighting for you, you were hiding. Coward!”
”Curses upon you!” shouted an old man following him. ”Cursed be the gold h.o.a.rded up by your family to disturb our peace! Curse him! Curse him!”
”May they hang you, heretic!” cried one of Albino's relatives. And unable to restrain himself, he picked up a stone and threw it at Ibarra.
The example was quickly imitated, and a shower of dust and stones fell on the unfortunate youth.
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