Carlos de Ohando the eldest son of Doña Agueda was a wild boy, dark, shy and violent passions. Hatred and envy turned on in real conditions.

A Zalacaín Martin had hated since childhood when Martin warmed the ribs to leave school, the hatred of Charles became the rage. When I saw Martin ride a horse and into the river, wished him a dangerous slip.

I hated him furiously.

Catherine, instead of being dark and wild as his brother Charles, was pert, smiling, cheerful and very pretty. When I went to school with her rosy face, a gray suit and a red beret on his head blond, all the village women stroking, the other girls wanted always to walk with her and said that, despite their privileged position, not was not proud.

One of his friends was Ignacita, Martin’s sister.

Catherine and Martin were many times and spoke, he saw from the top of the wall, on the veranda of the house, sitting and very formal, playing or learning to do media. She was always hearing about the escapades of Martin.