ON THAT DAY I swore revenge.
My dazed stupefaction at the stark and savage cruelty of the actions of this day was replaced by venomous hatred. Before the soldiers bound my hands and hauled me through the streets to the docks, I stared hard at the face of the man who had wronged me and vowed I would not forget him.
I, Saulo, of the town of Las Conchas, determined that I would bring ruin upon Don Vicente Alonso Carbazón. I would chop down the tree upon which he’d hung my father. I would scatter his livestock and poison his wells. I would burn his house to the ground with goods and furniture inside and trample them to dust. I would destroy him, his wife, and all his children.