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"I don't imagine he did," murmured January, "if Fernando had pilfered his mistress."<br />
"Dios, no! That had nothing to do with <strong>the</strong> matter. It was my fa<strong>the</strong>r's idea that Franz marry Natividad. .<br />
. ."<br />
"Franz?"<br />
"Fernando. My bro<strong>the</strong>r. From <strong>the</strong> age <strong>of</strong> ten he had lived in Prussia, where he went to military<br />
school-he was twenty-five when he died. He was a major in <strong>the</strong> Tenth Berlin Guards, and loved <strong>the</strong> army<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Prussians. It was clean, he always said, as if less exalted beings lived in filth and fed upon garbage.<br />
He did not want to come back to Mexico. He only did so this year, after <strong>the</strong> deaths <strong>of</strong> our older bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
Don Damiano and Damiano's son Luis from <strong>the</strong> vomito negro."<br />
"So up until this year," said Rose, "this Don Damiano was your fa<strong>the</strong>r's heir?"<br />
"Just so," agreed Consuela, dusting dark crystals <strong>of</strong> sugar from her fingers. "My fa<strong>the</strong>r was married<br />
three times, you understand-in many ways that is <strong>the</strong> reason for his command that Fernando marry<br />
Natividad, which Fernando did not want to do at all. Fa<strong>the</strong>r's first wife was Doña Marcellina de<br />
Medellin, by whom he had Damiano and our eldest sister Josefa, who is now a widow with two children.<br />
After Doña Marcellina's death my fa<strong>the</strong>r married Doña Maria-Facaltacion de Borregos, a Spanish girl<br />
sent here to a convent during all <strong>the</strong> fighting in Spain, and she bore him Isabella and Fernando. Later still<br />
he wed Melosia Valenzuela, who became <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> Valentina, and who ran <strong>of</strong>f one night when Valla<br />
was a little girl with only <strong>the</strong> clo<strong>the</strong>s on her back, not that I blame <strong>the</strong> wretched woman in <strong>the</strong> slightest for<br />
doing so.<br />
"My mo<strong>the</strong>r," added Consuela, her voice thinning to a wry edge, "he also attempted to imprison as he<br />
imprisoned poor Hannibal-she was a mantua-maker-and she struck him over <strong>the</strong> head with a<br />
tortilla-press and made her escape with <strong>the</strong> connivance <strong>of</strong> some muleteers. I don't think he ever tried that<br />
sort <strong>of</strong> thing again with a woman. But you see, because Melosia ran away, Natividad's mo<strong>the</strong>r did not<br />
see any reason why Fa<strong>the</strong>r could not marry Natividad, and so <strong>of</strong> course to silence her Fa<strong>the</strong>r arranged<br />
for it that Natividad marry Franz."<br />
While Consuela was speaking, January was marginally conscious <strong>of</strong> a steady parade <strong>of</strong> servants past<br />
<strong>the</strong> open bedroom door. They bore <strong>the</strong> luggage, bedding, ewers <strong>of</strong> water, and wood for a bedroom fire<br />
along <strong>the</strong> corredor. Consuela seemed to employ nearly a dozen servants, far more than even <strong>the</strong> most<br />
lavishly-kept woman would have in France, let alone in <strong>the</strong> United States. Having seen <strong>the</strong> sheer<br />
numbers <strong>of</strong> poor in <strong>the</strong> streets, January guessed <strong>the</strong>re were men and women who would happily scrub<br />
chamber pots for food and a place to sleep in an attic.<br />
No wonder anything in this country, from murder to imported point-lace, could be bought with a bribe.<br />
With raised eyebrows, Rose asked, "And your bro<strong>the</strong>r agreed to this-er-arrangement?"<br />
"He had to." Consuela poured herself ano<strong>the</strong>r cup <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee, and dropped a chunk <strong>of</strong> pale-brown sugar<br />
into its inky depths. "He was a colonel in Santa Anna's army, and without my fa<strong>the</strong>r's money he could not<br />
buy uniforms or guns for his men when <strong>the</strong>y march north to Texas to deal with <strong>the</strong> Norteamericano<br />
rebels, for <strong>of</strong> course <strong>the</strong> Army has no money to pay for such things. Franz does not like women, you<br />
understand, let alone that Natividad is a casco and stupid as a wooden peg."<br />
"So Hannibal is still at <strong>the</strong> hacienda?" asked Rose. One would never guess to look at her that<br />
twenty-four hours ago she'd been loading rifles in an overturned stagecoach with blood all over her dress.<br />
She had a long oval face and, despite a treacherous dusting <strong>of</strong> freckles, a naturally serious expression: in