The head asked if he were satisfied, and he said that he was. Indeed, it seemed at first that his ingenuous hopefulness had been regained, as if it were again so early in life’s day that the sky was pearly and a solitary grey pigeon seemed almost black; watchmen’s torches still glowed like egg yolks, and the yellow-pink fissure which would prove itself to be the sun barely announced itself through the clouds. He hoped never to make another mistake. Knowing that everyone but the head was against him made life easy. The cavalry were all asleep, and the vultures had not yet come down from the trees.
Well? the head demanded, with the round gold ring-eyes of a crow. Is this where time stops?
Because the head had done for him what he never could have done for himself, Agustín felt timid and dependent, all the more so since liberty was blinding and dangerous, but he considered himself a man, and meant to become a rich lord. Should no Amazons make themselves available to be conquered right away, he might apprentice himself to a leather merchant, then kill his master and sell off the stock in Xalapa. Then he could buy weapons and set out into the jungle, where he might find, if not Amazons, then at least some feeble Indians with gold in their ears. Or he could lease that old sugarmill in San Andrés Tuxtla and live off the labor of his negroes. For a fact, after all his sufferings he deserved never to work like other people! But relying on his own notions just now might cause his recapture. Settling, therefore, for patient opportunism, he did not answer the head’s question directly, but pried an old sack out of the sand and invited the head to fly into it. This conveyance, if it may be called that, he tied around his belt. Then he strode into Veracruz. The yellow flecks behind the silver clouds coagulated into a new sun. Suddenly pigeons flocked to the ledges of the municipal edifice. Men such as his brother had once been were already sweeping last night’s offal from the steps of palaces. In the doorway where Salvador sometimes used to meet Herlinda, two prostitutes were quarrelling. A few sailors lounged around the plinth, only one with his cap on. They eyed him like crows, ready to challenge him, since he was, for all they could tell, alone. This train of thought reminded him that the alarm gun would sound any moment now; it was surprising they had not yet discovered the dead guard and prisoners. But three mulata housewives were walking side by side around the bell tower, their dark hair shinily wet. Seven years since he had seen a woman! Were trouble on its way, the head would surely save him. So he stood leering at the women, who hastened on; he had forgotten that the uniform could scarcely compensate for his face, which was more unshaven than any beggar’s, nor for the seven years of filth on his body. How could he remember? He had freed himself from time, abandoning the gloomy years to molder in those locked vaults while he, transplanted into a lovely tale, could play with beauties and treasures, steered through ever purer adventures by the head, his general and prophet.
Then he spied a squad of infantry filing up from the beach, and his heart sank. He seemed to see again the gory throats and bulging eyes of his late comrades. If he somehow escaped hanging, burning or decapitation, they would send him to sort stones in the mines. The sack at his belt buzzed as if a wasp nest were in it. As rapidly as discretion allowed, he turned a corner, then ducked into a palm thicket where he and Salvador used to conceal themselves.
What now? asked the head.
We need to fly away!
They’re nothing to us, brother. Have you considered your future?
I’d like to be rich, said Agustín.
The infantrymen were level with them now, but they seemed unable to see or hear anything. Trying to be brave and live up to the head’s expectations, Agustín treated his enemies as if they did not exist, and continued the conversation, saying: Can you get me a mountain of silver?
Would you rather have that, or a jade palace?
Which would you advise?
Now the infantrymen were all past, and the head, pleased to have been asked, chuckled: Both.
At once his mind’s harbor was overwhelmed by chained galleons of treasure-dreams, so that he grew weak and nauseous with silver-sickness, and said: Brother, I’ll trust in you for the best. There’s an Amazon—
Who told you about that?
Rodrigo, one of those who you killed.
Oh, I know him. Just now he’s at Satan’s right hand.
What about you, brother?
You’d wish to marry her, I suppose? You know that Amazons have but one breast.
I don’t care about that.
All right, then. Her name is María Platina. You’ll court her, and punish her enemies. She’ll marry you. And when you’re ready, brother, when you’re tired of everything, we’ll go under the earth.
What if I’m never ready?
That’s as Christ disposes, replied the pious head.
So the head whirled him west and west, which is the red direction, and hence the realm of women; long before the alarm gun ever sounded, he found himself passing from one country to the next, like a white-clad blind musician creeping along with his hand on his colleague’s shoulder; and the brothers flew through sunset, night, and a morning as moist and hot as a new tortilla; then after traversing a day as red as blood and a night as pink as coral, they arrived at Ziñogava Island, where silvery jungle hills rise up in the rain, and every ill can be healed.
Now what? the head demanded.
Truth to tell, Agustín had grown happier the farther away from prison they travelled; but once they alighted he felt no better off than before. For one thing, he feared his brother, or at least worried that his brother might get angry at him over something, and then bite him. The new country was pretty enough — nearly as lovely as Veracruz’s trees of white flowers and trees of red berries — but somehow he nearly felt himself to be once again within the long shade of prison walls, and he could almost smell the foul water of the latrine-hole. — Impatiently the head nibbled at his wrist, and he said: Shall we take her by force?
No. Do exactly as I say.
But if she—
Thanks to God, brother, she is as good as ours.
Again it was night. Ready to pounce on his happiness, Agustín ascended a wide road, toward the distant glowing of the jade palace, with a cool sea breeze ever at his back; and the head flew before him, lighting the way with its blood-red eyes. They came to a river, and the head made him wash himself. With its teeth it trimmed his hair and beard. Once more he put on the prison sentry’s clothes, and the head shrank itself down into a golden pendant of ghastly design, on a copper chain for him to wear around his neck.
So they arrived at the palace. Just as the windblown sands seek ever to smother the streets of Veracruz, so an unnamable tainted emotion began to sweep over Agustín; the grandeur he saw, instead of inciting him, confused him; he stared down at his feet. — Hurry forward! hissed the head. Eyes up, chest out! — So in they came.
Here stood Amazons yet more numerous than the vultures in the sandy streets of Veracruz. For instance, they met Laura, Lidia, Lucrecia, Luísa, Magdalena and Margarita; and all of them tall, handsome and one-breasted. Now, what the head actually understood and foresaw I who merely tell this tale have never been able to make out; but it is certain that Agustín felt more lonely and inferior before these lovely women than he had even before the tribunal of worthies who condemned his brother; perhaps they were too silvery for him; if he only could have seen the sweet face of his brother’s concubine Herlinda I am sure he would have pricked up his courage; as it was, he felt numb enough to face the thing out, and unwilling to go against the flying head — which, after all, had brought him to the place he wished to go. Somehow the head must have dazzled the Amazons; for what had Agustín with which to impress them? He had fallen out of the habit of looking into people’s eyes. Since his cellmates used to take him from behind, he never had to stare into their gaunt yellow faces when he was making them happy. When the Amazons inspected him he prepared for the worst.