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The opening used to be empty. at the backside lay the cask, with what water there remained—a few mouthfuls. I took up the cask and shook it. The few mouthfuls have been nonetheless there. Propped opposed to the facet of the pit, beside his breviary, I observed Father Francisco’s ebook of pressed vegetation. I crawled from the pit and referred to as his identify. The wind had elevated. Sand was once relocating all over, yet I made out 3 steps in the direction of the dunes. I the place they led and located him mendacity on his again, his fingers outstretched. He breathed as I picked him up, yet by the point I had staggered again to the opening and lifted the cask to his lips, he was once useless. I waited until eventually dusk. I had little energy left, yet with it I lifted Father Francisco’s physique and put it around the saddle. He used to be as mild as a boy. With empty cask and his e-book of flora, I climbed up at the back of him. at nighttime I reached the willows. lengthy prior to, the mules had started to prick up their ears, so i used to be now not stunned to discover an exceptional spring there. I laid Father Francisco at the flooring. I watered the animals, drank my fill, then tethered them in tall grass, and being too vulnerable to dump the packs, lay down and slept. The sunlight woke up me. worried, I jumped to my toes and glanced towards the Inferno that lay in the back of. The white, sour dirt glittered. there has been no signal of Roa. I dug a grave within the grass beside the spring and buried Father Francisco, putting his ivory go upon his breast. Then I walked to the place the animals have been tethered and checked out the luggage of gold, which I had now not been capable of sell off. As I stood there, I heard the little priest communicate back, asserting, “Where can we choose this evil burden? ” “Where, certainly? ” I requested myself. “The gold is evil,” I heard him say. “Here, finally, we needs to bury it. ” “It is evil,” I replied. “It is the reason for your demise and the guilt in your loss of life is mine. ” The solar was once extremely popular and that i went again to the spring. I sat down within the grass and closed my ears opposed to the voice that used to be chatting with me. around the move, of their wood saddles, have been the luggage of gold. I counted them and altered the gold into golden cash, however the numbers bought harassed in my head as the voice saved talking. Then i spotted that the voice used to be not Father Francisco’s. It was once my very own that I heard and the phrases got here from deep inside me. I seemed again on the direction the teach had made within the white dirt. Sand was once blowing and the horizon wavered ahead of my eyes, but i spotted not more than a furlong away, at the very fringe of the Inferno, rows of yellow craters, which I had handed within the evening and never noticeable. Crossing a stretch of white dirt, I made my manner between them. there have been fifty or extra, all a lot alike, so much of them an extended leap throughout and jam-packed with poisonous-looking water. the fairway bubbles, which rose from them, gave off a sulphurous stench. I went again, fastened my horse, and led the conducta out. settling on the most important of the craters, I took the nugget I had came upon at Nexpan and tossed it into the yellow water. I then untied the saddles and one after the other i started to drop the baggage into the water.