- ¿Where would that take you away?

The hanging, touching both the body D. Rui hurt by the dagger of the glasses, whispered:

Sir, let me agree that the Hill!

Sweet and to the infinite relief, because the good knight was near Cerro, and already you could see in faint light, the black pillars and beams … Soon the horse stopped trembling, milled foam.

Soon the rope, without a sound, slipped {254} of the croup, held, as a good servant, the stirrup D. Rui. And the skull raised, black tongue way out from between your teeth white, murmured respectfully request:

-Lord, make me a great favor for now hang me again from my post.

D. Rui shuddered with horror:

-By God! What you hang me? …

The man sighed, opening his long arms:

Sir, by God’s will is, and by the will of one who is dearer to God!

So, resigned, submissive to the orders of the High, D. Rui dismounted and began following the man, who rose to the Cerro thoughtfully, leaning back, which departed, shiny and stuck the tip of the dagger. They stopped on both the beam blank. Around the other beams hung the other carcasses. The silence was more sad and deep silences of the other land. The pond water blackened. The moon went down and fainted.

D. Rui considered where the beam had, short on air, the piece of rope that he cut with the sword.

– How will ye that I hang?-Exclamou.-that piece of rope can not reach with his hand, or I just need you there to pick up. {255}

-Sir, replied the man in the corner-there should be a long coil of rope. A tip of her ma would bind it to this node to bring on the neck: the other end to throw over the bar, and then pulling strong as you are, and I will be able to reenforce.

Both curved, with slow steps, sought the coil of rope. And that was found hanged, the unfolded … So D. Rui took off the gloves. And taught by him (who also learned well the executioner) tied one end of the rope to tie the man kept on his neck, and threw the other end strongly, that where the air passes over the crossbar, hung low to the ground. And the sturdy knight, pounding the feet, arms retezando, pulled, hoisted the man until he is the takedown, down, black in the air as one born among others hanged hanged.

-Are you well?

Slowly and faint came the voice of the dead:

Sir, as I am.