To his house in the heart of a traitor,
A thief, a murderer of dreams.
And you kill him there with one stroke,
Crying: Huitzilopochtli is this well done?
That your sleep be not as a cemetery
Where dogs creep unclean.”
The song ceased, and there was silence. Then Cipriano beckoned to the men to bring forward the peon with the black cross painted on his front and back. He limped forward.
Cipriano: “What man is that, limping?”
Guards: “It is Guillermo, overseer of Don Ramón, who betrayed Don Ramón, his master.”
Cipriano: “Why does he limp?”