ey had still not shot him。
Actually； they did not dare carry out the sentence。 The rebelliousness of the town made the military men think that the execution of Colonel Aureliano Buendía might have serious political consequences not only in Macondo but throughout the area of the swamp； so they consulted the authorities in the capital of the province。 On Saturday night； while they were waiting for an answer Captain Roque Carnicero went with some other officers to Catarino’s place。 Only one woman； practically threatened； dared take him to her room。 “They don’t want to go to bed with a man they know is going to die；？she confessed to him。 “No one knows how it will e； but everybody is going around saying that the officer who shoots Colonel Aureliano Buendía and all the soldiers in the squad； one by one； will be murdered； with no escape； sooner or later； even if they hide at the ends of the earth。？Captain Roque Carnicero mentioned it to the other officers and they told their superiors。 On Sunday； although no one had revealed it openly； although no action on the part of the military had disturbed the tense calm of those days； the whole town knew that the officers were ready to use any manner of pretext to avoid responsibility for the execution。 The official order arrived in the Monday mail： the execution was to be carried out within twenty…four hours。 That night the officers put seven slips of paper into a cap； and Captain Roque Carnicero’s unpeaceful fate was foreseen by his name on the prize slip。 “Bad luck doesn’t have any chinks in it；？he said with deep bitterness。 “I was born a son of a bitch and I’m going to die a son of a bitch。？At five in the morning he chose the squad by lot； formed it in the courtyard； and woke up the condemned man with a premonitory phrase。
“Let’s go； Buendía；？he told him。 “Our time has e。？
“So that’s what it was；？the colonel replied。 “I was dreaming that my sores had burst。？
Rebeca Buendía got up at three in the morning when she learned that Aureliano would be shot。 She stayed in the bedroom in the dark； watching the cemetery wall through the half…opened window as the bed on which she sat shook with Jos？Arcadio’s snoring。 She had waited all week with the same hidden persistence with which during different times she had waited for Pietro Crespi’s letters。 “They won’t shoot him here；？Jos？Arcadio； told her。 “They’ll shoot him at midnight in the barracks so that no one will know who made up the squad； and they’ll bury him right there。？Rebeca kept on waiting。 “They’re stupid enough to shoot him here；？she said。 She was so certain that she had foreseen the way she would open the door to wave good…bye。 “They won’t bring him through the streets；？Jos？Arcadio insisted； with six scared soldiers and knowing that the people are ready for anything。？Indifferent to her husband’s logic； Rebeca stayed by the window。
“You’ll see that they’re just stupid enough；？she said。
On Tuesday； at five…in the。 morning； Jos？Arcadio had drunk his coffee and let the dogs out when Rebeca closed the window and held onto the head of the bed so as not to fall down。 “There； they’re bringing him；？she sighed。 “He’s so handsome。？Jos？Arcadio looked out the window and saw him。 tremulous in the light of dawn。 He already had his back to the wall and his hands were on his hips because the burning knots in his armpits would not let him lower them。 “A person fucks himself up so much；？Colonel Aureliano Buendía said。 “Fucks himself up so much just so that six weak fairies can kill him and he can’t do anything about it。？He repeated it with so much rage that it almost seemed to be fervor； and Captain Roque Carnicero was touched； because he thought he was praying。 When the squad took aim； the rage had materialized into a viscous and bitter substance that put his tongue to sleep and made him close his eyes。 Then the aluminum glow of dawn disappeared and he saw himself again in short pants； wearing a tie around his neck； and he saw his father leading him into the tent on a splendid afternoon； and he saw the ice。 When he heard the shout he thought that it was the final mand to the squad。 He opened his eyes with a shudder of curiosity； expecting to meet the incandescent trajectory of the bullets； but he only saw Captain Roque Carnicero with his arms in the air and Jos？Arcadio crossing the street with his fearsome shotgun ready to go off。
“Don’t shoot；？the captain said to Jos？Arcadio。 “You were sent by Divine Providence。？
Another war began right there。 Captain Roque Carnicero and his six men left with Colonel Aureliano Buendía to free the revolutionary general Victorio Medina； who had been condemned to death in Riohacha。 They thought they could save time by crossing the mountains along the trail that Jos？Arcadio Buendía had followed to found Macondo； but before a week was out they were convinced that it was an impossible undertaking。 So they had to follow the dangerous route over the outcroppings； with no other munitions but what the firing squad had。 They would camp near the towns and one of them； with a small gold fish in his hand； would go in disguise in broad daylight to contact the dormant Liberals； who would go out hunting on the following morning and never return。 When they saw Riohacha from a ridge in the mountains； General Victorio Medina had been shot。 Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s men proclaimed him chief of the revolutionary forces of the Caribbean coast with the rank of general。 He assumed the position but refused the promotion and took the stand that he would never accept it as long as the Conservative regime was in power。 At the end of three months they had succeeded in arming more than a thousand men； but they were wiped out。 The survivors reached the eastern frontier。 The next thing that was heard of them was that they had landed on Cabo de la Vela； ing from the smaller islands of the Antilles； and a message from the government was sent all over by telegraph and included in jubilant proclamations throughout the country announcing the death of Colonel Aureliano Buendía。 But two days later a multiple telegram which almost overtook the previous one announced another uprising on the southern plains。 That was how the legend of the ubiquitous Colonel Aureliano Buendía； began。 Simultaneous and contradictory information declared him victorious in Villanueva。 defeated in Guacamayal； devoured by Motilón Indians； dead in a village in the swamp； and up in arms again in Urumita。 The Liberal leaders； who at that moment were negotiating for participation in the congress； branded him in adventurer who did not represent the party。 The national government placed him in the category of a bandit and put a price of five thousand pesos on his head。 After sixteen defeats； Colonel Aureliano Buendía left Guajira with two thousand well…armed Indians and the garrison； which was taken by surprise as it slept； abandoned Riohacha。 He established his headquarters there and proclaimed total war against the regime。 The first message he received from the government was a threat to shoot Colonel Gerineldo Márquez within forty…eight hours if he did not withdraw with his forces to the eastern frontier。 Colonel Roque Carnicero； who was his chief of staff then； gave him the telegram with a look of consternation； but he read it with unforeseen joy。
“How wonderful！？he exclaimed。 “We have a telegraph office in Macondo now。？
His reply was definitive。 In three months he expected to establish his headquarters in Macondo。 If he did not find Colonel Gerineldo Márquez alive at that time he would shoot out of hand all of the officers he held prisoner at that moment starting with the generals； and he would give orders to his subordinates to do the same for the rest of the war。 Three months later； when he entered Macondo in triumph； the first embrace he received on the swamp road was that of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez。
The house was full of children。 ？rsula had taken in Santa Sofía de la Piedad with her older daughter and a pair of twins； who had been born five months after Arcadio had been shot。 Contrary to the victim’s last wishes； she baptized the girl with the name of Remedios。 I’m sure that was what A