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appearance, of all types and colors, but all with a solitary air that would have been enough to identify them
anywhere on earth. They were his sons. Without any previous agreement, without knowing each other, they had
arrived from the most distant corners of the coast, captivated by the talk of the jubilee. They all bore with pride
the name Aureliano and the last name of their mothers. The three days that they stayed in the house, to the
satisfaction of 2rsula and the scandal of Fernanda, were like a state war. Amaranta searched among old papers
for the ledger where 2rsula had written down the names and birth and baptism dates of all of them, and beside
the space for each one she added his present address. That list could well have served as a recapitulation of
twenty years of war. From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of
twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff
with blood could have been reconstructed. Aureliano Segundo did not let the chance go by to regale his cousins
with a thunderous champagne and accordion party that was interpreted as a tardy adjustment of accounts with the
carnival,buy rose zulie, which went awry because of the jubilee. They smashed half of the dishes, they destroyed the rose
bushes as they chased a bull they were trying to hog-tie, they killed the hens by shooting them, they made
Amaranta dance the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi,warcraft gold, they got Remedios the Beauty to put on a pair of men’s pants
and climb a greased pole, and in the dining room they turned loose a pig daubed with lard, which prostrated
Fernanda, but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake. Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa who at first received them with mistrust and even doubted the parentage of some, was
amused by their wildness, and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish. Even the withdrawn Jos?
Arcadio Segundo offered them an afternoon of cockfights, which was at the point of ending in tragedy because
several of the Aurelianos were so expert in matters of the cockpit that they spotted Father Antonio Isabel’s tricks
at once. Aureliano Segundo, who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives, decided
that they should all stay and work for him. The only one who accepted was Aureliano Triste, a big mulatto with
the drive and explorer’s spirit of his grandfather. He had already tested his fortune in half the world and it did not
matter to him where he stayed. The others, even though they were unmarried, considered their destinies
established. They were all skillful craftsmen, the men of their houses, peace-loving people. The Ash Wednesday
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before they went back to scatter out along the coast, Amaranta got them to put on Sunday clothes and accompany
her to church. More amused than devout, they let themselves be led to the altar rail where Father Antonio Isabel
made the sign of the cross in ashes on them. Back at the house, when the youngest tried to clean his forehead, he
discovered that the mark was indelible and so were those of his brothers. They tried soap and water,runescape gold, earth and a
scrubbing brush, and lastly a pumice stone and lye, but they could not remove the crosses. On the other hand,
Amaranta and the others who had gone to mass took it off without any trouble. “It’s better that way,?2rsula
stated as she said goodbye to them. “From now on everyone will know who you are.?They went off in a troop,
preceded by a band of musicians and shooting off fireworks, and they left behind in the town an impression that
the Buendaa line had enough seed for many centuries. Aureliano Triste, with the cross of ashes on his forehead,runescape power leveling,
set up on the edge of town the ice factory that Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had dreamed of in his inventive delirium.

the lead cover and saw Don Fernando, dressed in black and with a crucifix on his chest, his skin broken out in
pestilential sores and cooking slowly in a frothy stew with bubbles like live pearls.
A short time after the birth of their daughter, the unexpected jubilee for Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa, ordered
by the government to celebrate another anniversary of the Treaty of Neerlandia,cheap rose online zuly, was announced. It was a
decision so out of line with official policy that the colonel spoke out violently against it and rejected the homage.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever heard of the word ‘jubilee,??he said. “But whatever it means, it has to be a trick.?The
small goldsmith shop was filled with emissaries. Much older and more solemn, the lawyers in dark suits who in
other days had flapped about the colonel like crows had returned. When he saw them appear the same as the
other time,buy flyff penya, when they came to put a stop to the war, he could not bear the cynicism of their praise. He ordered
them to leave him in peace,flyff penya, insisting that he was not a hero of the nation as they said but an artisan without
memories whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes. What made
him most indignant was the word that the president of the republic himself planned to be present at the
ceremonies in Macondo in order to decorate him with the Order of Merit. Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa had him
told, word for word, that he was eagerly awaiting that tardy but deserved occasion in order to take a shot at him,
not as payment for the arbitrary acts and anachronisms of his regime, but for his lack of respect for an old man
who had not done anyone any harm. Such was the vehemence with which he made the threat that the president of
the republic canceled his trip at the last moment and sent the decoration with a personal representative. Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez, besieged by pressures of all kinds, left his bed of a paralytic in order to persuade his former
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companion in arms. When the latter saw the rocking chair carried by four men appear and saw the friend who
had shared his victories and defeats since youth sitting in it among some large pillows, he did not have a single
doubt but that he was making that effort in order to express his solidarity. But when he discovered the real
motive for his visit he had them take him out of the workshop.
“Now I’m convinced too late,wow power leveling,?he told him, “that I would have done you a great favor if I’d let them shoot
So the jubilee was celebrated without the attendance of any members of the family. Chance had it that it also
coincided with carnival week, but no one could get the stubborn idea out of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa’s head
that the coincidence had been foreseen by the government in order to heighten the cruelty of the mockery. From
his lonely workshop he could hear the martial music, the artillery salutes, the tolling of the Te Deum, and a few
phrases of the speeches delivered in front of the house as they named the street after him. His eyes grew moist
with indignation, with angry impotence, and for the first time since his defeat it pained him not to have the
strength of youth so that he could begin a bloody war that would wipe out the last vestiges of the Conservative
regi me. The echoes of the homage had not died down when 2rsula knocked at the workshop door.
“Don’t bother me,?he said. “I’m busy.?
“Open up,?2rsula insisted in a normal voice. “This has nothing to do with the celebration.?
Then Colonel Aureliano Buendaa took down the bar and saw at the door seventeen men of the most varied

not to cross his path. Within herself she was bothered by his independent spirit his resistance to all kinds of social
rigidity. She was exasperated by his mugs of coffee at five in the morning, the disorder of his workshop, his
frayed blanket, and his custom of sitting in the street door at dusk. But she had to tolerate that one loose piece in
the family machinery because she was sure that the old colonel was an animal who had been tamed by the years
and by disappointment and who, in a burst of senile rebellion, was quite capable of uprooting the foundations of
the house. When her husband decided to give their first son the name of his great-grandfather, she did not dare
oppose him because she had been there only a year. But when the first daughter was bom she expressed her
unreserved determination to name her Renata after her mother. 2rsula had decided to call her Remedios. After a
tense argument, in which Aureliano Segundo acted as the laughing go-between, they baptized her with the name
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Renata Remedios, but Fernanda went on calling her just Renata while her husband’s family and everyone in
town called her Meme,cheap runescape money, a diminutive of Remedios.
At first Fernanda did not talk about her family, but in time she began to idealize her father. She spoke of him at
the table as an exceptional being who had renounced all forms of vanity and was on his way to becoming a saint.
Aureliano Segundo,rose online zulie, startled at that unbridled glorification of his father-in-law, could not resist the temptation to
make small jokes behind his wife’s back. The rest of the family followed his example. Even 2rsula, who was
extremely careful to preserve family harmony and who suffered in secret from the domestic friction, once
allowed herself the liberty of saying that her little great-great-grandson had his pontifical future assured because
he was “the grandson of a saint and the son of a queen and a rustler.?In spite of that conspiracy of smiles,warcraft gold, the
children became accustomed to think of their grandfather as a legendary being who wrote them pious verses in
his letters and every Christmas sent them a box of gifts that barely fitted through the outside door. Actually they
were the last remains of his lordly inheritance. They used them to build an altar of life-size saints in the
children’s bedroom, saints with glass eyes that gave them a disquietingly lifelike look, whose artistically
embroidered clothing was better than that worn by any inhabitant of Macondo. Little by little the funereal
splendor of the ancient and icy mansion was being transformed into the splendor of the House of Buendaa.
“They’ve already sent us the whole family cemetery,?Aureliano Segundo commented one day. “All we need now
are the weeping willows and the tombstones.?Although nothing ever arrived in the boxes that the children could
play with, they would spend all year waiting for December because, after all, the antique and always
unpredictable gifts were something, new in the house. On the tenth Christmas, when little Jos?Arcadio was
getting ready to go to the seminary, the enormous box from their grandfather arrived earlier than usual, nailed
tight and protected with pitch,rs gold, and addressed in the usual Gothic letters to the Very Distinguished Lady Do a
Fernanda del Carpio de Buendaa. While she read the letter in her room the children hastened to open the box.
Aided as was customary by Aureliano Segundo, they broke the seals, opened the cover, took out the protective
sawdust, and found inside a long lead chest closed by copper bolts. Aureliano Segundo took out the eight bolts as
the children watched impatiently, and he barely had time to give a cry and push the children aside when be raised

other. Aureliano Segundo, punctual and loving with both of them. Petra Cotes, strutting because of the
reconciliation, and Fernanda,buy wow gold, pretending that she did not know the truth.
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The pact did not succeed, however, in incorporating Fernanda into the family. 2rsula insisted in vain that she
take off the woolen ruff which she would have on when she got up from making love and which made the
neighbors whisper. She could not convince her to use the bathroom or the night lavatory and sell the gold
chamberpot to Colonel Aureliano Buendaa so that he could convert it into little fishes. Amaranta felt so
uncomfortable with her defective diction and her habit of using euphemisms to designate everything that she
would always speak gibberish in front of her.
“Thifisif.?she would say, “ifisif onefos ofosif thofosif whosufu cantantant statantand thefesef smufumellu
ofosif therisir owfisown shifisifit.?
One day, irritated by the mockery, Fernanda wanted to know what Amaranta was saying,buy runescape money, and she did not use
euphemisms in answering her.
“I was saying,?she told her,flyff money, “that you’re one of those people who mix up their ass and their ashes.?
From that time on they did not speak to each other again. When circumstances demanded it they would send
notes. In spite of the visible hostility of the family, Fernanda did not give up her drive to impose the customs of
her ancestors. She put an end to the custom of eating in the kitchen and whenever anyone was hungry, and she
imposed the obligation of doing it at regular hours at the large table in the dining room, covered with a linen
cloth and with silver candlesticks and table service. The solemnity of an act which 2rsula had considered the
most simple one of daily life created a tense atmosphere against which the silent Jos?Arcadio Segundo rebelled
before anyone else. But the custom was imposed,cheap rohan crone, the same as that of reciting the rosary before dinner, and it
drew the attention of the neighbors, who soon spread the rumor that the Buendaas did not sit down to the table
like other mortals but had changed the act of eating into a kind of high mass. Even 2rsula’s superstitions, with
origins that came more from an inspiration of the moment than from tradition, came into conflict with those of
Fernanda, who had inherited them from her parents and kept them defined and catalogued for every occasion. As
long as 2rsula had full use of her faculties some of the old customs survived and the life of the family kept some
quality of her impulsiveness, but when she lost her sight and the weight of her years relegated her to a corner, the
circle of rigidity begun by Fernanda from the moment she arrived finally closed completely and no one but she
determined the destiny of the family. The business in pastries and small candy animals that Santa Sofaa de la
Piedad had kept up because of 2rsula’s wishes was considered an unworthy activity by Fernanda and she lost no
time in putting a stop to it. The doors of the house, wide open from dawn until bedtime, were closed during siesta
time under the pretext that the sun heated up the bedrooms and in the end they were closed for good. The aloe
branch and loaf of bread that had been hanging over the door since the days of the founding were replaced by a
niche with the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa became aware somehow of those changes and
foresaw their consequences. “We’re becoming people of quality,?he protested. “At this rate we’ll end up fighting
against the Conservative regime again, but this time to install a king in its place.?Fernanda very tactfully tried

them and no one had ever described them to him he immediately recognized the walls eaten away by bone salt,
the broken-down wooden balconies gutted by fungus, and nailed to the outside door, almost erased by rain, the
saddest cardboard sign in the world: Funeral Wreaths for Sale. From that moment until the icy morning when
Fernanda left her house under the care of the Mother Superior there was barely enough time for the nuns to sew
her trousseau and in six trunks put the candelabra, the silver service, and the gold chamberpot along with the
countless and useless remains of a family catastrophe that had been two centuries late in its fulfillment. Don
Fernando declined the invitation to go along. He promised to go later when he had cleared up his affairs, and
from the moment when he gave his daughter his blessing he shut himself up in his study again to write out the
announcements with mournful sketches and the family coat of arms, which would be the first human contact that
Fernanda and her father would have had in all their lives. That was the real date of her birth for her. For
Aureliano Segundo it was almost simultaneously the beginning and the end of happiness.
Fernanda carried a delicate calendar with small golden keys on which her spiritual adviser had marked in
purple ink the dates of venereal abstinence. Not counting Holy week,rohan crone, Sundays, holy days of obligation, first
Fridays, retreats, sacrifices, and cyclical impediments, her effective year was reduced to forty-two days that were
spread out through a web of purple crosses. Aureliano Segundo, convinced that time would break up that hostile
network, prolonged the wedding celebration beyond the expected time. Tired of throwing out so many empty
brandy and champagne bottles so that they would not clutter up the house and at the same time intrigued by the
fact that the newlyweds slept at different times and in separate rooms while the fireworks and music and the
slaughtering of cattle went on, 2rsula remembered her own experience and wondered whether Fernanda might
have a chastity belt too which would sooner or later provoke jokes in the town and give rise to a tragedy. But
Fernanda confessed to her that she was just letting two weeks go by before allowing the first contact with her
husband. Indeed, when the period was over, she opened her bedroom with a resignation worthy of an expiatory
victim and Aureliano Segundo saw the most beautiful woman on earth, with her glorious eyes of a frightened
animal and her long, copper-colored hair spread out across the pillow. He was so fascinated with that vision that
it took him a moment to realize that Fernanda was wearing a white nightgown that reached down to her ankles,
with long sleeves and with a large, round buttonhole,buy wow gold, delicately trimmed, at the level of her lower stomach.
Aureliano Segundo could not suppress an explosion of laughter.
“That’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen in my life,?he shouted with a laugh that rang through the house.
“I married a Sister of Charity.?
A month later, unsuccessful in getting his wife to take off her nightgown, he had the picture taken of Petra
Cotes dressed as a queen. Later on, when he succeeded in getting Fernanda to come back home, she gave in to
his urges in the fever of reconciliation, but she could not give him the repose he had dreamed about when he
went to fetch her in the city with the thirty-two belfries. Aureliano Segundo found only a deep feeling of
desolation in her. One night,cheap rappelz rupees, a short time before their first child was born, Fernanda realized that her husband had
returned in secret to the bed of Petra Cotes.
“That’s what happened,?he admitted. And he explained in a tone of prostrated resignation: “I had to do it so
that the animals would keep on breeding.?
He needed a little time to convince her about such a strange expedient,wow power leveling, but when he finally did so by means of
proofs that seemed irrefutable, the only promise that Fernanda demanded from him was that he should not be
surprised by death in his concubine’s bed. In that way the three of them continued living without bothering each

kingdom, in spite of the fact that her father, Don Fernando, had to mortgage the house in order to buy her
trousseau. It was not innocence or delusions of grandeur. That was how they had brought her up. Since she had
had the use of reason she remembered having done her duty in a gold pot with the family crest on it. She left the
house for the first time at the age of twelve in a coach and horses that had to travel onl y two blocks to take her to
the convent. Her classmates were surprised that she sat apart from them in a chair with a very high back and that
she would not even mingle with them during recess. “She’s different,?the nuns would explain. “She’s going to be
a queen.?Her schoolmates believed this because she was already the most beautiful, distinguished, and discreet
girl they had ever seen. At the end of eight years, after having learned to write Latin poetry,buy rose zulie, play the clavichord,
talk about falconry with gentlemen and apologetics, with archbishops, discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers
and affairs of God with the Pope,cheap rs gold, she returned to her parents?home to weave funeral wreaths. She found it
despoiled. All that was left was the furniture that was absolutely necessary, the silver candelabra and table
service, for the everyday utensils had been sold one by one to underwrite the costs of her education. Her mother
had succumbed to five-o’clock fever. Her father, Don Fernando, dressed in black with a stiff collar and a gold
watch chain, would give her a silver coin on Mondays for the household expenses, and the funeral wreaths
finished the week before would be taken away. He spent most of his time shut up in his study and the few times
that he went out he would return to recite the rosary with her. She had intimate friendships with no one. She had
never heard mention of the wars that were bleeding the country. She continued her piano lessons at three in the
afternoon. She had even began to lose the illusion of being a queen when two peremptory raps of the knocker
sounded at the door and she opened it to a well-groomed military officer with ceremonious manners who had a
scar on his cheek and a gold medal on his chest. He closeted himself with her father in the study. Two hours later
her father came to get her in the sewing room. “Get your things together,?he told her. “You have to take a long
trip.?That was how they took her to Macondo. In one single day, with a brutal slap, life threw on top of her the
whole weight of a reality that her parents had kept hidden from her for many years. When she returned home she
shut herself up in her room to weep,cheap flyff money, indifferent to Don Fernando’s pleas and explanations as he tried to erase the
scars of that strange joke. She had sworn to herself never to leave her bedroom until she died when Aureliano
Segundo came to get her. It was an act of impossible fate, because in the confusion of her indignation, in the fury
of her shame, she had lied to him so that he would never know her real identity. The only real clues that
Aureliano Segundo had when he left to look for her were her unmistakable highland accent and her trade as a
weaver of funeral wreaths. He searched for her without cease. With the fierce temerity with which Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa had crossed the mountains to found Macondo, with the blind pride with which Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa had undertaken his fruitless wars, with the mad tenacity with which 2rsula watched over the survival of
the line, Aureliano Segundo looked for Fernanda,cheap rose zuly, without a single moment of respite. When he asked where they
sold funeral wreaths they took him from house to house so that he could choose the best ones. When he asked for
the most beautiful woman who had ever been seen on this earth, all the women brought him their daughters. He
became lost in misty byways, in times reserved for oblivion, in labyrinths of disappointment. He crossed a
yellow plain where the echo repeated one’s thoughts and where anxiety brought on premonitory mirages. After
sterile weeks he came to an unknown city where all the bells were tolling a dirge. Although he had never seen
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Cotes dress up as queen, crowned her absolute and lifetime ruler of Madagascar, and handed out copies of the
picture to his friends, she not only went along with the game, but she felt sorry for him inside,potbs doubloons, thinking that he
must have been very frightened to have conceived of that extravagant means of reconciliation. At seven in the
evening, still dressed as the queen, she received him in bed. He had been married scarcely two months, but she
realized at once that things were not going well in the nuptial bed, and she had the delicious pleasure of
vengeance fulfilled. Two days later, however, when he did not dare return but sent an intermediary to arrange the
terms of the separation, she understood that she was going to need more patience than she had foreseen because
he seemed ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of appearances. Nor did she get upset that time. Once again she
made things easy with a submission that confirmed the generalized belief that she was a poor devil,buy runescape money, and the only
souvenir she kept of Aureliano Segundo was a pair of patent leather boots, which, according to what he himself
had said, were the ones he wanted to wear in his coffin. She kept them wrapped in cloth in the bottom of a trunk
and made ready to feed on memories, waiting without despair.
“He has to come sooner or later,?she told herself, “even if it’s just to put on those boots.?
She did not have to wait as long as she had imagined. Actually, Aureliano Segundo understood from the night
of his wedding that he would return to the house of Petra Cotes much sooner than when he would have to put on
the patent leather boots: Fernanda was a woman who was lost in the world. She had been born and raised in a
city six hundred miles away, a gloomy city where on ghostly nights the coaches of the viceroys still rattled
through the cobbled streets, Thirty-two belfries tolled a dirge at six in the afternoon. In the manor house, which
was paved with tomblike slabs,buy perfect world gold, the sun was never seen. The air had died in the cypresses in the courtyard, in the
pale trappings of the bedrooms, in the dripping archways of the garden of perennials. Until puberty Fernanda had
no news of the world except for the melancholy piano lessons taken in some neighboring house by someone who
for years and years had the drive not to take a siesta. In the room of her sick mother, green and yellow under the
powdery light from the windowpanes, she would listen to the methodical, stubborn, heartless scales and think
that that music was in the world while she was being consumed as she wove funeral wreaths. Her mother,
perspiring with five-o’clock fever, spoke to her of the splendor of the past. When she was a little girl, on one
moonlit night Fernanda saw a beautiful woman dressed in white crossing the garden toward the chapel. What
bothered her most about that fleeting vision was that she felt it was exactly like her, as if she had seen herself
twenty years in advance. “It was your great-grandmother the queen,?her mother told her during a truce in her
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coughing. “She died of some bad vapors while she was cutting a string of bulbs.?Many years later, when she
began to feel she was the equal of her great-grandmother, Fernanda doubted her childhood vision, but her mother
scolded her disbelief.
“We are immensely rich and powerful,?she told her. “One day you will be a queen.?
She believed it,ragnarok zeny, even though they were sitting at the long table with a linen tablecloth and silver service to
have a cup of watered chocolate and a sweet bun. Until the day of her wedding she dreamed about a legendary

She had been chosen as the most beautiful of the five thousand most beautiful women in the land and they had
brought her to Macondo with the promise of naming her Queen of Madagascar. 2rsula took care of her as if she
were her own daughter. The town, instead of doubting her innocence, pitied her candor. Six months after the
massacre, when the wounded had recovered and the last flowers on the mass grave had withered, Aureliano
Segundo went to fetch her from the distant city where she lived with her father and he married her in Macondo
with a noisy celebration that lasted twenty days.
Chapter 11
THE MARRIAGE was on the point of breaking up after two months because Aureliano Segundo, in an attempt
to placate Petra Cotes, had a picture taken of her dressed as the Queen of Madagascar. When Fernanda found out
about it she repacked her bridal trunks and left Macondo without saying good-bye. Aureliano Segundo caught up
with her on the swamp road. After much pleading and promises of reform he succeeded in getting her to come
home and he abandoned his concubine.
Petra Cotes, aware of her strength, showed no signs of worry. She had made a man of him. While he was still a
child she had drawn him out of Melquaades?room, his head full of fantastic ideas and lacking any contact with
reality, and she had given him a place in the world. Nature had made him reserved and withdrawn. with
tendencies toward solitary meditation, and she had molded an opposite character in him,buy rs money, one that was vital,
expansive, open,perfect world money, and she had injected him with a joy for living and a pleasure in spending and celebrating until
she had converted him inside and out, into the man she had dreamed of for herself ever since adolescence. Then
he married, as all sons marry sooner or later. He did not dare tell her the news. He assumed an attitude that was
quite childish under the circumstances, feigning anger and imaginary resentment so that Petra Cotes would be the
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one who would bring about the break. One day, when Aureliano Segundo reproached her unjustly, she eluded the
trap and put things in their proper place.
“What it all means,?she said, “is that you want to marry the queen.?
Aureliano Segundo, ashamed,Phantasy Star Universe Meseta, pretended an attack of rage, said that he was misunderstood and abused, and did
not visit her again. Petra Cotes, without losing her poise of a wild beast in repose for a single instant, heard the
music and the fireworks from the wedding, the wild bustle of the celebration as if all of it were nothing but some
new piece of mischief on the part of Aureliano Segundo. Those who pitied her fate were calmed with a smile.
“Don’t worry,?she told them. “Queens run errands for me.?To a neighbor woman who brought her a set of
candles so that she could light up the picture of her lost lover with them, she said with an enigmatic security:
“The only candle that will make him come is always lighted.?
Just as she had foreseen, Aureliano Segundo went back to her house as soon as the honeymoon was over. He
brought his usual old friends, a traveling photographer,cheap runescape gold, and the gown and ermine cape soiled with blood that
Fernanda had worn during the carnival. In the heat of the merriment that broke out that evening, he had Petra

secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude. He would get up at five in the morning after a
light sleep, have his eternal mug of bitter coffee in the kitchen, shut himself up all day in the workshop, and at
four in the afternoon he would go along the porch dragging a stool, not even noticing the fire of the rose bushes
or the brightness of the hour or the persistence of Amaranta, whose melancholy made the noise of a boiling pot,
which was perfectly perceptible at dusk, and he would sit in the street door as long as the mosquitoes would
allow him to. Someone dared to disturb his solitude once.
“How are you, Colonel??he asked in passing.
“Right here,?he answered. “Waiting for my funeral procession to pass.?
So that the anxiety caused by the public reappearance of his family name, having to do with the coronation of
Remedios the Beauty, was baseless. Many people did not think that way,world of warcraft gold, however. Innocent of the tragedy that
threatened it, the town poured into the main square in a noisy explosion of merriment. The carnival had reached
its highest level of madness and Aureliano Segundo had satisfied at last his dream of dressing up like a tiger and
was walking along the wild throng, hoarse from so much roaring, when on the swamp road a parade of several
people appeared carrying in a gilded litter the most fascinating woman that imagination could conceive. For a
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moment the inhabitants of Macondo took off their masks in order to get a better look at the dazzling creature
with a crown of emeralds and an ermine cape, who seemed invested with legitimate authority,cheap runescape gold, and was not
merely a sovereign of bangles and crepe paper. There were many people who had sufficient insight to suspect
that it was a question of provocation. But Aureliano Segundo immediately conquered his perplexity and declared
the new arrivals to be guests of honor, and with the wisdom of Solomon he seated Remedios the Beauty and the
intruding queen on the same dais. Until midnight the strangers, disguised as bedouins, took part in the delirium
and even enriched it with sumptuous fireworks and acrobatic skills that made one think of the art of the gypsies.
Suddenly,warcraft gold, during the paroxysm of the celebration, someone broke the delicate balance.
“Long live the Liberal party!?he shouted. “Long live Colonel Aureliano Buendaa!?
The rifle shots drowned out the splendor of the fireworks and the cries of terror drowned out the music and joy
turned into panic. Many years later there were those who still insisted that the royal guard of the intruding queen
was a squad of regular army soldiers who were concealing government-issue rifles under their rich Moorish
robes. The government denied the charge in a special proclamation and promised a complete investigation of the
bloody episode. But the truth never came to light, and the version always prevailed that the royal guard, without
provocation of any kind, took up combat positions upon a signal from their commander and opened fire without
pity on the crowd. When calm was restored,runescape money, not one of the false bedouins remained in town and there were many
dead and wounded lying on the square: nine clowns, four Columbines, seventeen playing-card kings, one devil,
three minstrels, two peers of France, and three Japanese empresses. In the confusion of the panic Jos?Arcadio
Segundo managed to rescue Remedios the Beauty and Aureliano Segundo carried the intruding queen to the
house in his arms, her dress torn and the ermine cape stained with blood. Her name was Fernanda del Carpio.

disguising himself as a tiger, brought Father Antonio Isabel to the house in order to convince 2rsula that the
carnival was not a pagan feast, as she said, but a Catholic tradition. Finally convinced, even though reluctantly,
she consented to the coronation.
The news that Remedios Buendaa was going to be the sovereign ruler of the festival went beyond the limits of
the swamp in a few hours, reached distant places where the prestige of her beauty was not known, and it aroused
the anxiety of those who still thought of her last name as a symbol of subversion. The anxiety was baseless. If
anyone had become harmless at that time it was the aging and disillusioned Colonel Aureliano Buendaa, who was
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slowly losing all contact with the reality of the nation. Enclosed in his workshop, his only relationship with the
rest of the world was his business in little gold fishes. One of the soldiers who had guarded his house during the
first days of peace would go sell them in the villages of the swamp and return loaded down with coins and news.
That the Conservative government, he would say, with the backing of the Liberals, was reforming the calendar so
that every president could remain in power for a hundred years. That the concordat with the Holy See had finally
been signed and a cardinal had come from Rome with a crown of diamonds and a throne of solid gold,potbs gold, and that
the Liberal ministers had had their pictures taken on their knees in the act of kissing his ring. That the leading
lady of a Spanish company passing through the capital had been kidnapped by a band of masked highwaymen
and on the following Sunday she had danced in the nude at the summer house of the president of the republic.
“Don’t talk to me about politics,?the colonel would tell him. “Our business is selling little fishes.?The rumor that
he did not want to hear anything about the situation in the country because he was growing rich in his workshop
made 2rsula laugh when it reached her ears. With her terrible practical sense she could not understand the
colonel’s business as he exchanged little fishes for gold coins and then converted the coins into little fishes,perfect world money, and
so on, with the result that he had to work all the harder with the more he sold in order to satisfy an exasperating
vicious circle. Actually, what interested him was not the business but the work. He needed so much concentration
to link scales, fit minute rubies into the eyes, laminate gills,perfect world money, and put on fins that there was not the smallest empty
moment left for him to fill with his disillusionment of the war. So absorbing was the attention required by the
delicacy of his artistry that in a short time he had aged more than during all the years of the war, and his position
had twisted his spine and the close work had used up his eyesight,perfect world power leveling, but the implacable concentration awarded him
with a peace of the spirit. The last time he was seen to take an interest in some matter related to the war was
when a group of veterans from both parties sought his support for the approval of lifetime pensions, which had
always been promised and were always about to be put into effect. “Forget about it,?he told them. “You can see
how I refuse my pension in order to get rid of the torture of waiting for it until the day I died.?At first Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez would visit him at dusk and they would both sit in the street door and talk about the past. But
Amaranta could not bear the memories that that man, whose baldness had plunged him into the abyss of
premature old age, aroused in her, and she would torment him with snide remarks until he did not come back
except on special occasions and he finally disappeared, extinguished by paralysis. Taciturn, silent, insensible to
the new breath of vitality that was shaking the house, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa could understand only that the