-Mrs.

– Does yours?

-The Jani.

People started coming from other directions, attracted by the constant ringing. In Contla came as on pilgrimage. And even further. Who knows where, but there was a circus, with kites and flying chairs. Musicians. He first approached as if they were spectators, and soon were already ahead, so that even were serenaded. And so gradually became party thing. Cyprus tingled with people, fun and noise, as in the days of the function, which could hardly take a step by the people.

The bells stopped playing, but the party continued. There was no way to make them understand that it was a duel, days of mourning. There was no way to make to leave before, however, kept coming over.

Crescent was alone, in silence. They walked barefoot, they spoke softly. Suzy buried and few in Cyprus learned. There was fair. It was played on cocks, heard the music, the shouts of the drunken and lotteries. So here came the light of people who looked like a halo around the gray sky. Because they were gray days, sad for the Crescent. Jani did not speak. Did not leave his room. Cyprus swore revenge.

‘I will cross their arms and starve Cyprus.

And he did.

The Tilcuate kept coming:

-Now we Carranza.

‘All right.

-We go to my General.

‘All right.

-There has been peace. We go loose.

-Wait. Do not disassemble your people. This can not last long.

He has taken up arms Father Renteria. Do we go with him or against him?

-That’s not being discussed. Stand next to the government.

‘But if we are irregular. We are considered rebels.

-Then go to rest:

– With the flight that took?

-Do what you want, then.

‘I’m going to reinforce the little father. I like how they shout. Also has won a salvation.

‘Do what you want.
Peter was sitting in an old leather chair, next to the front door of the Crescent, shortly before he left the last shadow of the night. He was alone, perhaps for three hours. No sleep. He had forgotten the dream and the time: “The old slept little, almost never. Sometimes barely dozing, but without stopping to think. That’s all I have left to do.” Then he added aloud: “It takes longer. It does not take.”

He continued: “Long ago you left, Suzy. The light was just then than now, not so rosy, but it was the same poor light without fire, wrapped in white cloth of fog out there right now. It was the moment . I here, near the door watching the sunrise and watching when you went, following the path of heaven where the sky began to open up in lights, turning away, increasingly faded into the shadows of the earth.

“It was the last time I saw you. You went with your body touching the branches of the paradise that is on the sidewalk and you took with your air its last leaves. Then disappears. I said: Go back, Suzy!”

Peter continued moving his lips, whispering words. Then she closed her mouth and opened his eyes, which reflected the dim light of dawn.

Dawn was breaking.