– What about my brother?-Valls continued. What about my holy brother Benedict, who reads out loud and seems to be going to eat the pictures? …

Everyone remembered the case of Don Benito Valls, and laughed frankly, because the brother was the first to poke fun at the event. The rich had been Maya owner, to charge a credit, a home and valuable land in a village in the interior of the island. By going to take possession of the new property, the neighbors had given him more cautious good advice. It was very owner to visit his ranch during the day, but sleep in your house? … Ever! There was no report that a Maya had slept in the village. Don Benito did not heed this advice and stayed one night on his property, but scarcely got into bed landlords fled. When the master got tired of sleep jumped out of bed. Not the faintest glow coming through the cracks. I thought I had slept less than twelve hours, but it was still dark. He opened a window and his head cruelly tripped in the dark, tried to cross the door, and could not. During his sleep the neighborhood had boarded all the holes and exits, and had to save Maya the roof, between the laughter of people, celebrating his work. This joke was only by way of warning, if he persisted in going against the customs of the people, wake up in flames one night.

– Very barbaric, but funny! ‘Said the captain. My brother … A good person! … A saint …