ious agreement； without knowing each other； they had arrived from the most distant corners of the coast； captivated by the talk of the jubilee。 They all bore with pride the name Aureliano and the last name of their mothers。 The three days that they stayed in the house； to the satisfaction of ？rsula and the scandal of Fernanda； were like a state war。 Amaranta searched among old papers for the ledger where ？rsula had written down the names and birth and baptism dates of all of them； and beside the space for each one she added his present address。 That list could well have served as a recapitulation of twenty years of war。 From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of twenty…one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff with blood could have been reconstructed。 Aureliano Segundo did not let the chance go by to regale his cousins with a thunderous champagne and accordion party that was interpreted as a tardy adjustment of accounts with the carnival； which went awry because of the jubilee。 They smashed half of the dishes； they destroyed the rose bushes as they chased a bull they were trying to hog…tie； they killed the hens by shooting them； they made Amaranta dance the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi； they got Remedios the Beauty to put on a pair of men’s pants and climb a greased pole； and in the dining room they turned loose a pig daubed with lard； which prostrated Fernanda； but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake。 Colonel Aureliano Buendía who at first received them with mistrust and even doubted the parentage of some； was amused by their wildness； and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish。 Even the withdrawn Jos？Arcadio Segundo offered them an afternoon of cockfights； which was at the point of ending in tragedy because several of the Aurelianos were so expert in matters of the cockpit that they spotted Father Antonio Isabel’s tricks at once。 Aureliano Segundo； who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives； decided that they should all stay and work for him。 The only one who accepted was Aureliano Triste； a big mulatto with the drive and explorer’s spirit of his grandfather。 He had already tested his fortune in half the world and it did not matter to him where he stayed。 The others； even though they were unmarried； considered their destinies established。 They were all skillful craftsmen； the men of their houses； peace…loving people。 The Ash Wednesday before they went back to scatter out along the coast； Amaranta got them to put on Sunday clothes and acpany her to church。 More amused than devout； they let themselves be led to the altar rail where Father Antonio Isabel made the sign of the cross in ashes on them。 Back at the house； when the youngest tried to clean his forehead； he discovered that the mark was indelible and so were those of his brothers。 They tried soap and water； earth and a scrubbing brush； and lastly a pumice stone and lye； but they could not remove the crosses。 On the other hand； Amaranta and the others who had gone to mass took it off without any trouble。 “It’s better that way；？？rsula stated as she said goodbye to them。 “From now on everyone will know who you are。？They went off in a troop； preceded by a band of musicians and shooting off fireworks； and they left behind in the town an impression that the Buendía line had enough seed for many centuries。 Aureliano Triste； with the cross of ashes on his forehead； set up on the edge of town the ice factory that Jos？Arcadio Buendía had dreamed of in his inventive delirium。
Some months after his arrival； when he was already well…known and well…liked； Aureliano Triste went about looking for a house so that he could send for his mother and an unmarried sister （who was not the colonel’s daughter）； and he became interested in the run…down big house that looked abandoned on a corner of the square。 He asked who owned it。 Someone told him that it did not belong to anyone； that in former times a solitary widow who fed on earth and whitewash from the walls had lived there； and that in her last years she was seen only twice on the street with a hat of tiny artificial flowers and shoes the color of old silver when she crossed the square to the post office to mail a letter to the Bishop。 They told him that her only panion was a pitiless servant woman who killed dogs and cats and any animal that got into the house and threw their corpses into the middle of the street in order to annoy people with the rotten stench。 So much time had passed since the sun had mummified the empty skin of the last animal that everybody took it for granted that the lady of the house and the maid had died long before the wars were over； and that if the house was still standing it was because in recent years there had not been a rough winter or destructive wind。 The hinges had crumbled with rust； the doors were held up only by clouds of cobwebs； the windows were soldered shut by dampness； and the floor was broken by grass and wildflowers and in the cracks lizards and all manner of vermin had their nests； all of which seemed to confirm the notion that there had not been a human being there for at least half a century。 The impulsive Aureliano Triste did not need such proof to proceed。 He pushed on the main door with his shoulder and the worm…eaten wooden frame fell down noiselessly amid a dull cataclysm of dust and termite nests。 Aureliano Triste stood on the threshold waiting for the dust to clear and then he saw in the center of the room the squalid woman； still dressed in clothing of the past century； with a few yellow threads on her bald head； and with two large eyes； still beautiful； in which the last stars of hope had gone out； and the skin of her face was wrinkled by the aridity of solitude。 Shaken by that vision from another world； Aureliano Triste barely noticed that the woman was aiming an antiquated pistol at him。
“I beg your pardon；？he murmured。
She remained motionless in the center of the room filled with knickknacks； examining inch by inch the giant with square shoulders and with a tattoo of ashes on his forehead； and through the haze of dust she saw him in the haze of other times with a double…barreled shotgun on his shoulder and a string of rabbits in his hand。
“For the love of God；？she said in a low voice； it’s not right for them to e to me with that memory now。？
“I want to rent the house；？Aureliano Triste said。
The woman then raised the pistol； aiming with a firm wrist at the cross of ashes； and she held the trigger with a determination against which there was no appeal。
“Get out；？she ordered。
That night at dinner Aureliano Triste told the family about the episode and ？rsula wept with consternation。 “Holy God！？she exclaimed； clutching her head with her hands。 “She’s still alive！？Time； wars； the countless everyday disasters had made her forget about Rebeca。 The only one who had not lost for a single minute the awareness that she was alive and rotting in her wormhole was the implacable and aging Amaranta。 She thought of her at dawn； when the ice of her h