“Neither do I know what century the Kings came out here, or what they were here, how or where they lived, not even my great-grandfather, without going any further, I have news, not to be very vague. Just know that we were fine, long ago, and we left estate. Oh! If I keep the book of emblems that spoke to me that both my mother and my father, apparently despised! … Since I am so apprehensive … Figure I feel some sympathy for these places …. This calm, this silence, this vegetable, this poverty tolerable resigned … to the music of the sea, that roars behind those hills of sand … all this seems something of mine, like my heart, I thought, and like the character of my father. The Kings … should not get out of here … no good for the world was good …. I, finally, what am I? A miserable, ignorant, who has not won a dime in his life, who can only spend other people’s. A dreamer … he thought some day be something useful to force strongly felt and strange things that can not even explain. This came to stop the race! “.

Ceased his soliloquy, to hear what the silence Estate, in the light of dusk, he said.

A bell, far off, began playing the evening prayer.

Bonis, despite its dubious orthodoxy, took off his hat. He recalled the words that her mother began the evening prayer: “The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary …».

Oh! He, too, the angel of the Lord without doubt, had announced that it would be the father, also his bowels were filled with the love of that child, that Antonio, in which he was already thinking about how you think of the absent love, sending glances and wants to fly on the side of the horizon is hidden behind what we love! A great tenderness came over him the soul. Until the horse thoughtfully, still, it seemed that he understood and respected his emotion. Estate! His son! Faith! His faith was now his son.