In reality, they did not dare carry out the sentence. The rebelliousness of the town made the military men… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
In reality, 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 come, 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.
[…]
When [Colonel Aureliano Buendía] heard the shout he thought that it was the final command 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 José Arcadio crossing the street with his fearsome shotgun ready to go off. "Don't shoot," the captain said to José Arcadio. "You were sent by Divine Providence."
En realidad, no se atrevían a ejecutar la sentencia. La rebeldía del pueblo hizo pensar a los militares que el fusilamiento del coronel Aureliano Buendía tendría graves consecuencias políticas no sólo en Macondo sino en todo el ámbito de la ciénaga, así que consultaron a las autoridades de la capital provincial. La noche del sábado, mientras esperaban la respuesta, el capitán Roque Carnicero fue con otros oficiales a la tienda de Catarino. Sólo una mujer, casi presionada con amenazas, se atrevió a llevarlo al cuarto. «No se quieren acostar con un hombre que saben que se va a morir», le confesó ella. «Nadie sabe cómo será, pero todo el mundo anda diciendo que el oficial que fusile al coronel Aureliano Buendía, y todo los soldados del pelotón, uno por uno, serán asesinados sin remedio, tarde o temprano, así se escondan en el fin del mundo.» El capitán roque Carnicero lo comentó con los otros oficiales, y éstos lo comentaron con sus superiores. El domingo, aunque nadie lo había revelado con franqueza, aunque ningún acto militar había turbado la calma tensa de aquellos días, todo el pueblo sabía que los oficiales estaban dispuestos a eludir con toda clase de pretextos la responsabilidad de la ejecución.
[…]
Cuando oyó el grito, creyó que era la orden final al pelotón. Abrió los ojos con una curiosidad de escalofrío, esperando encontrarse con la trayectoria incandescente de los proyectiles, pero sólo encontró al capitán Roque Carnicero con los brazos en alto, y a José Arcadio atravesando la calle con su escopeta pavorosa lista para disparar.
—No haga fuego—le dijo el capitán a José Arcadio—. Usted viene mandado por la Divina Providencia.
p. 157Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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