Chapter 58:

The Accursed

(English version of “Noli Me Tangere”)

Soon the news spread through the town that the prisoners were about to set out.  At first it was heard with terror; afterward came the weeping and wailing.  The families of the prisoners ran about in distraction, going from the convento to the barracks, from the barracks to the town hall, and finding no consolation anywhere, filled the air with cries and groans.  The curate had shut himself up on a plea of illness; the alferez had increased the guards, who received the supplicating women with the butts of their rifles; the gobernadorcillo, at best a useless creature, seemed to be more foolish and more useless than ever. In front of the jail the women who still had strength enough ran to and fro, while those who had not sat down on the ground and called upon the names of their beloved.

Although the sun beat down fiercely, not one of these unfortunates thought of going away.  Doray, the erstwhile merry and happy wife of Don Filipo, wandered about dejectedly, carrying in her arms their infant son, both weeping.  To the advice of friends that she go back home to avoid exposing her baby to an attack of fever, the disconsolate woman replied, Why should he live, if he isn’t going to have a father to rear him?

Your husband is innocent.  Perhaps he’ll come back.

Yes, after we’re all dead!

Capitana Tinay wept and called upon her son Antonio.  The courageous Capitana Maria gazed silently toward the small grating behind which were her twin-boys, her only sons.

There was present also the mother-in-law of the pruner of coco-palms, but she was not weeping; instead, she paced back and forth, gesticulating with uplifted arms, and haranguing the crowd: Did you ever see anything like it? To arrest my Andong, to shoot at him, to put him in the stocks, to take him to the capital, and only because—because he had a new pair of pantaloons! This calls for vengeance! The civil-guards are committing abuses! I swear that if I ever again catch one of them in my garden, as has often happened, I’ll chop him up, I’ll chop him up, or else—let him try to chop me up! Few persons, however, joined in the protests of the Mussulmanish mother-in-law.

Don Crisostomo is to blame for all this, sighed a woman.

The schoolmaster was also in the crowd, wandering about bewildered.  Ñor Juan did not rub his hands, nor was he carrying his rule and plumb-bob; he was dressed in black, for he had heard the bad news and, true to his habit of looking upon the future as already assured, was in mourning for Ibarra’s death.

Learn this Filipino word:

birò ng tadhanà

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