Chapter 17: - Page 3 of 4
Basilio
(English version of “Noli Me Tangere”)
Sisa’s voice brought him back to reality. What’s the matter? Why are you crying?
I dreamed—O God!
exclaimed Basilio, sitting up, covered with perspiration. It was a dream! Tell me, mother, that it was only a dream! Only a dream!
What did you dream?
The boy did not answer, but sat drying his tears and wiping away the perspiration. The hut was in total darkness.
A dream, a dream!
repeated Basilio in subdued tones.
Tell me what you dreamed. I can’t sleep,
said his mother when he lay down again.
Well,
he said in a low voice, I dreamed that we had gone to glean the rice-stalks—in a field where there were many flowers—the women had baskets full of rice-stalks the men too had baskets full of rice-stalks—and the children too—I don’t remember any more, mother, I don’t remember the rest.
Sisa had no faith in dreams, so she did not insist.
Mother, I’ve thought of a plan tonight,
said Basilio after a few moments’ silence.
What is your plan?
she asked. Sisa was humble in everything, even with her own sons, trusting their judgment more than her own.
I don’t want to be a sacristan any longer.
What?