Let a long time. Then he waved his desire to see her again, even if from afar, and cautiously entered the church, wanting to avoid an early meeting.

It was moving between a double row of benches unemployed. There in the background were the same women the other day, always kneeling, as if their pain did not know the time. From the shadows emerged little by little, the dull gold of retablos, and two bodies of colors, two bundles of flags, those of the Allies, that adorned the altar.

He thought that Alicia had just escaped through an exit ignored to see the two alone to his silent pleading in immobility. But she went out a side door, followed by an acolyte carrying two candles. Alicia watched how these candles were lit and placed in a candle before the Virgin. Then he knelt and remained rigid on his kneecaps.

Time passed. Miguel saw the two women as the people: a black mass immobilized by prayer and supplication. Only as special signs of his person, distinguished the soles of his shoes elegant, two small tongues which stood out clearly the corolla black of her skirt. I also saw the whiteness of her neck shaking occasionally, as if to repel the mourning veil twisted.

He felt faint bitterness that had made him want this meeting. Poor woman! He knew, and nobody else, who was the young man whose death came to mourn at the church. The memory of the princess appeared in her memory Lubimoff same as a blurred image by the dusting of oblivion. The princess was insane, but it was his mother had loved him so much! …