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CHAPTER XLV 209
"I respect your sorrow," said Elias, "and I understand your desire for revenge. I, too, am like you, and yet from
fear of injuring the innocent I prefer to forget my misfortunes."
"You can forget because you are young and because you haven't lost a son, your last hope! But I assure you
that I shall injure no innocent one. Do you see this wound? Rather than kill a poor cuadrillero, who was doing
his duty, I let him inflict it."
"But look," urged Elias, after a moment's silence, "look what a frightful catastrophe you are going to bring
down upon our unfortunate people. If you accomplish your revenge by your own hand, your enemies will
make terrible reprisals, not against you, not against those who are armed, but against the peaceful, who as
usual will be accused--and then the eases of injustice!"
"Let the people learn to defend themselves, let each one defend himself!"
"You know that that is impossible. Sir, I knew you in other days when you were happy; then you gave me
good advice, will you now permit me--"
The old man folded his arms in an attitude of attention. "Sir," continued Elias, weighing his words well, "I
have had the good fortune to render a service to a young man who is rich, generous, noble, and who desires
the welfare of his country. They say that this young man has friends in Madrid--I don't know myself--but I can
assure you that he is a friend of the Captain-General's. What do you say that we make him the bearer of the
people's complaints, if we interest him in the cause of the unhappy?"
The old man shook his head. "You say that he is rich? The rich think only of increasing their wealth, pride and
show blind them, and as they are generally safe, above all when they have powerful friends, none of them
troubles himself about the woes of the unfortunate. I know all, because I was rich!"
"But the man of whom I speak is not like the others. He is a son who has been insulted over the memory of his
father, and a young man who, as he is soon to have a family, thinks of the future, of a happy future for his
children."
"Then he is a man who is going to be happy--our cause is not for happy men."
"But it is for men who have feelings!"
"Perhaps!" replied the old man, seating himself. "Suppose that he agrees to carry our cry even to the
Captain-General, suppose that he finds in the Cortes [126] delegates who will plead for us; do you think that
we shall get justice?"
"Let us try it before we resort to violent measure," answered Elias. "You must be surprised that I, another
unfortunate, young and strong, should propose to you, old and weak, peaceful measures, but it's because I've
seen as much misery caused by us as by the tyrants. The defenseless are the ones who pay."
"And if we accomplish nothing?"
"Something we shall accomplish, believe me, for all those who are in power are not unjust. But if we
accomplish nothing, if they disregard our entreaties, if man has become deaf to the cry of sorrow from his
kind, then I will put myself under your orders!"
The old man embraced the youth enthusiastically. "I accept your proposition, Elias. I know that you will keep
your word. You will come to me, and I shall help you to revenge your ancestors, you will help me to revenge
my sons, my sons that were like you!"