n arm that had been blown pletely off。 He had a woman’s full head of hair held at the neck with a b and on his neck a chain with a small gold fish。 When he turned him over with the tip of his boot and put the light on his face； the captain was perplexed。 “Jesus Christ；？he exclaimed。 Other officers came over。
“Look where this fellow turned up；？the captain said。 “It’s Gregorio Stevenson。？
At dawn； after a summary court martial； Arcadio was shot against the wall of the cemetery。 In the last two hours of his life he did not manage to understand why the fear that had tormented him since childhood had disappeared。 Impassive。 without even worrying about making a show of his recent bravery； he listened to the interminable charges of the accusation。 He thought about ？rsula； who at that hour must have been under the chestnut tree having coffee with Jos？Arcadio Buendía。 He thought about his eight…month…old daughter； who still had no name； and about the child who was going to be born in August。 He thought about Santa Sofía de la Piedad； whom he had left the night before salting down a deer for next day’s lunch； and he missed her hair pouring over her shoulders and her eyelashes； which looked as if they were artificial。 He thought about his people without sentimentality； with a strict dosing of his accounts with life； beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated most。 The president of the court…martial began his final speech when Arcadio realized that two hours had passed。 “Even if the proven charges did not have merit enough；？the president was saying； “the irresponsible and criminal boldness with which the accused drove his subordinates on to a useless death would be enough to deserve capital punishment。？In the shattered schoolhouse where for the first time he had felt the security of power； a few feet from the room where he had e to know the uncertainty of love； Arcadio found the formality of death ridiculous。 Death really did not matter to him but life did； and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia。 He did not speak until they asked him for his last request。
“Tell my wife；？he answered in a well…modulated voice； “to give the girl the name of ？rsula。？He paused and said it again： “？rsula； like her grandmother。 And tell her also that if the child that is to be born is a boy； they should name him Jos？Arcadio； not for his uncle； but for his grandfather。？
Before they took him to the execution wall Father Nicanor tried to attend him。 “I have nothing to repent；？Arcadio said； and he put himself under the orders of the squad after drinking a cup of black coffee。 The leader of the squad； a specialist in summary executions； had a name that had much more about it than chance： Captain Roque Carnicero； which meant butcher。 On the way to the cemetery； under the persistent drizzle； Arcadio saw that a radiant Wednesday was breaking out on the horizon。 His nostalgia disappeared with the mist and left an immense curiosity in its place。 Only when they ordered him to put his back to the wall did Arcadio see Rebeca； with wet hair and a pink flowered dress； opening wide the door。 He made an effort to get her to recognize him。 And Rebeca did take a casual look toward the wall and was paralyzed with stupor； barely able to react and wave good…bye to Arcadio。 Arcadio answered her the same way。 At that instant the smoking mouths of the rifles were aimed at him and letter by letter he heard the encyclicals that Melquíades had chanted and he heard the lost steps of Santa Sofía de la Piedad； a virgin； in the classroom； and in his nose he felt the same icy hardness that had drawn his attention in the nostrils of the corpse of Remedios。 “Oh； God damn it！？he managed to think。 “I forgot to say that if it was a girl they should name her Remedios。？Then； all accumulated in the rip of a claw； he felt again all the terror that had tormented him in his life。 The captain gave the order to fire。 Arcadio barely had time to put out his chest and raise his head； not understanding where the hot liquid that burned his thighs was pouring from。
“Bastards！？he shouted。 “Long live the Liberal Party！？
Chapter 7
THE WAR was over in May。 Two weeks before the government made the official announcement in a high…sounding proclamation； which promised merciless punishment for those who had started the rebellion； Colonel Aureliano Buendía fell prisoner just as he was about to reach the western frontier disguised as an Indian witch doctor。 Of the twenty…one men who had followed him to war； fourteen fell in bat； six were wounded； and only one acpanied him at the moment of final defeat： Colonel Gerineldo Márquez。 The news of his capture was announced in Macondo with a special proclamation。 “He’s alive；？？rsula told her husband。 “Let’s pray to God for his enemies to show him clemency。？After three days of weeping； one afternoon as she was stirring some sweet milk candy in the kitchen she heard her son’s voice clearly in her ear。 “It was Aureliano； ？she shouted； running toward the chestnut tree to tell her husband the news。 “I don’t know how the miracle took place； but he’s alive and we’re going to see him very soon。？She took it for granted。 She had the floors of the house scrubbed and changed the position of the furniture。 One week later a rumor from somewhere that was not supported by any proclamation gave dramatic confirmation to the prediction。 Colonel Aureliano Buendía had been condemned to death and the sentence would be carried out in Macondo as a lesson to the population。 On Monday； at ten…thirty in the morning； Amaranta was dressing Aureliano Jos？when she heard the sound of a distant troop and the blast of a cornet one second before ？rsula burst into the room with the shout： “They’re bringing him now！？The troop struggled to subdue the overflowing crowd with their rifle butts。 ？rsula and Amaranta ran to the corner； pushing their way through； and then they saw him。 He looked like a beggar。 His clothing was torn； his hair and beard were tangled； and he was barefoot。 He was walking without feeling the burning dust； his hands tied behind his back with a rope that a mounted officer had attached to the head of his horse。 Along with him； also ragged and defeated； they were bringing Colonel Gerineldo Márquez。 They were not sad。 They seemed more disturbed by the crowd that was shouting all kinds of insults at the troops。
“My son！？？rsula shouted in the midst of the uproar； and she slapped the soldier who tried to hold her back。 The officer’s horse reared。 Then Colonel Aureliano Buendía stopped； tremulous； avoided the arms of his mother； and fixed a stern look on her eyes。
“Go home； Mama；？he said。 “Get permission from the authorities to e see me in jail。？
He looked at Amaranta； who stood indecisively two steps behind ？rsula； and he smiled as he asked her； “What happened to your hand？？Amaranta raised the hand with the black bandage。 “A burn；？she said； and took ？rsula away so that the horses would not run her down。 The troop took off。 A special guard surrounded the prisoners and took them to the jail at a trot。
At dusk ？rsula visited Colonel Aureliano Buendía in jail。 She had tried to get permission through Don Apolinar Moscote； but he had lost all authority in the face of the military omnipotence。 Father Nicanor was in bed with hepatic fever。 The parents of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez； who had not been condemned to death； had tried to see him and were driven off with rifle butts。 Facing the impossibility of finding anyone to intervene； convinced that her son would be shot at dawn； ？rsula wrapped up the things she wanted to bring him and went to the jail alone。
“I am the mother of Colonel Aureliano Buendía；？she announced。
The sentries blocked her way。 “I’m going in in any case；？？rsula warned them。 “So if you have orders to shoot； start right in。？She pushed one of them aside and went into the former classroom； where a group of half…dressed soldiers were oiling their weapons。 An officer in a field uniform； ruddy…faced； with very thick glasses and ceremonious manners； signaled to the sentries to withdraw。
“I am the mother of Colonel Aureliano Buendía；？？rsula repeated。
“You must mean；？the officer corrected with a friendly smile； “that you are the mother of Mister Aureliano Buendía。？？rsula recognized in his affected way of speaking the languid cadence of the stuck…up people from the highlands。
“As you say； mister；？she accepted； “just as long as I can see him。？
There were superior orders that prohibited visits to prisoners condemned to death； but the officer assumed the responsibility of letting her have a fifteen…minute stay。 ？rsula showed him what she had in the bundle： a change of clean clothing； the short boots that her son had worn at his wedding； and the sweet milk candy that she had kept for him since the day she had sensed his return。 She found Colonel Aureliano Buendía in the room that was used as a cell； lying on a cot with his arms spread out because his armpits were paved with sores。 They had allowed him to shave。 The thick mustache with twisted ends accentuated the sharp angles of his cheekbones。 He looked paler to ？rsula than when he had left； a little taller； and more solitary than ever。 He knew all about the details of the house： Pietro Crespi’s suicide； Arcadio’s arbitrary acts and execution。 the dauntlessness of Jos？Arcadio Buendía underneath the chestnut tree。 He knew that Amaranta had consecrated her virginal widowhood to the rearing of Aureliano Jos？and that the latter was beginning to show signs of quite good judgment and that he had learned to read and write at the same time he had learned to speak。 From the moment In which she entered the room ？rsula felt inhibited by the maturity of her son； by his aura of mand； by the glow of authority that radiated from his skin。 She was surprised that he was so well…informed。 “You knew all along that I was a wizard；？he joked。 And he added in a serious tone； “This morning； when they brought me here； I had the impression that I had already been through all that before。？In fact； while the crowd was roaring alongside him； he had been concentrating his thoughts； st