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placably mortal hatred of the upper classes, of his officers,
and of his superiors, felt that a veil had been removed
from his eyes; clearly, now, he saw the final outcome
of the struggle. And yet what had happened The
first moment he was able to join his coreligionists, instead
of welcoming him with open arms, they threw him
into a pigsty with swine for company.
Day broke. The roosters crowed in the huts. The
chickens perched in the huizache began to stretch their
wings, shake their feathers, and fly down to the ground.
Luis Cervantes saw his guards lying on top of a dung
heap, snoring. In his imagination, he reviewed the features
of last night's men. One, Pancracio, was pockmarked,
blotchy, unshaven; his chin protruded, his
forehead receded obliquely; his ears formed one solid
piece with head and neck--a horrible man. The other,
Manteca, was so much human refuse; his eyes were almost
hidden, his look sullen; his wiry straight hair fen
over his ears, forehead and neck; his scrofulous lips
hung eternally agape. Once more, Luis Cervantes felt
his flesh quiver.
VII
Still drowsy, Demetrio ran his hand through his ruffled
hair, which hung over his moist forehead, pushed it
back over his ears, and opened his eyes.
Distinctly he heard the woman's melodious voice which
he had already sensed in his dream. He walked toward
the door.
It was broad daylight; the rays of sunlight filtered
through the thatch of the hut.
The girl who had offered him water the day before,
the girl of whom he had dreamed all night long, now
came forward, kindly and eager as ever. This time she
carried a pitcher of milk brimming over with foam.