Father Amaro had two eyes ennevoados tears of anger, slowly passed his handkerchief across his forehead, blew, said with trembling lips:

-I colleges, do not know what I should say! The God who hears me, this is slander of calumnies.

A-infamous slander … growled.

-And to me what seems to me, Amaro continued, is that we turn to auctore!

-That’s what I had said, she turned Natario, it is necessary Fallar the secretary general …

A cock-is it! roared the priest Brito. Auctore! What is Rachal is it! I drank his blood! …

The canon, that meditated stroking his chin, then said: [219]

-And your, Natario, that should go to the secretary general. Your language is, is logical.

-If the colleges decide Natario bowing said, I will. Lh’as And I will sing, will auctore!

Amaro had remained at the table with his head between his hands, wiped out. And Libaninho murmured:

-Well, my children, I is not nothing with me, but just hearing all this patter until you are bend my legs. Well, my children, a grief like this …