The Marquis of Santa Sophia of the Royal Secret and Bobaliche Baron was an exact copy of the child Goyito, so spiritually painted by Brown in his Mirror of my land. Fortunately, the rate of such eggs hatching Lima candid gone to the point that our generation considers it unlikely, not attaching the testimony of people who managed to learn that farming neighbors. Don
Chombo (which they call to stop pointing the true name and title, we are arming their descendants camorra) flag policy was the strongest.
When in 1821 he entered San Martin in Lima, removing the dog snapped realistic, our raging insurgent Marquis declared, saying: - long, then they wanted the escutcheons lasted the mamandurria? No, sir, once we leave we own broken layer of Us! Viva the homeland and death to the Goths!
When in 1824, lost the castles of Callao and in possession of them Rodil, anarchy between rivagüeristas and torretaglistas and a long series of bad turn drew contrasts the cause of the republic, was quick to turn coat Jeronimo, and frequenting realistic circles, said very exalted:
- What canejo! Not acceptable that these insurgents blackish come with clean hands to make wax and wick of what belongs to our lord and master Ferdinand VII, God save him! Long live the king and death to the country!
In early December of that year SUPOS vaguely in the military Lima Republican had suffered a setback in Corpahuaico and Matara, news which greatly encouraged the royalists in the capital.
gathering point for them was Orcacitas store on Calle del Arzobispo. There
settled the fate of the country do you want to mouth, and reputations are made and unmade, and they forged and cast rolling ball great. A
hands of the owner of the store had reached the medal, with the bust of the monarch, was coined in Spain to commemorate the restoration of absolute rule, and seemed written on his fellow merchant Don Valerio and Don Alejo Tamarite Chamichumi, when he managed to get Baron of Bobaliche, and the three friends, feigning surprise airecito, conspired to make it communicate with a millstone.
- Hello, gentlemen! What is it?
"Nothing, Marquis, nothing.
- How about anything? And what you have hidden to get me? I think, sir Orcacitas, I'm legit, and that just cause is in me a faithful servant.
"Look, Marquis, is that the thing is very important," said the shopkeeper.
"And we will the skin, if the Patriots gulusmean what we bring in hand-added Chamichumi.
-clear as daylight, "he added Tamarite. Number one is a lot number and must be looked after, and the times go as to have no confidence or the collar.
- Well, man! Avenge me openly with you, me ..., the Marquis de Santa Sofia's Royal Secret! ... Not so! Then let it be known you, friend Tamarite, I'm from the lodge Aznapuquio, and I'm in the intricacies of things, "said Don Chombo beating made grotesque conceit.
- Ah! If you are in cars and belongs to the lodge and Canterac Laserna, do not have to play hide-Orcacitas said, taking the medal and showed it to Don Jeronimo. This
looked at and looked again, took the weight, hit it with your fingernail to hear the clang, and returning it to its owner said: "Silver is
. Well worth two dollars. Do you want the play the "heads or tails?
- Man, do not you speak heresy! Tamarite interrupted. You kiss her that God would forgive him.
"Come" said the marquis. Nothing is lost by kissing, if it is a relic of a saint and I earn indulgences.
"No, sir, is just pretending relic Chamichumi said indignantly.
- Well! Well! No need to bother, gentlemen, that he who sins through ignorance, venial sins.
Her Majesty, "continued Chamichumi-to reward their loyal vassals of Lima has created a new order with more privileges than those of Isabel la Católica, San Hermenegildo and Carlos III, and sent fifty medals with real image to be distributed among many other party.
- What! "And I did not remember the king, when I'm more goth than Christian? He cried, jealous and crushed between the good Marquis.
- Male, quiet and nonsulfur! Caramba with geniecito! The medals have been consigned to the Count of San Isidro, and you have only to have her present for honored him in a heartbeat.
"For where he'd go, rather than by lack of care I will make clear, saying that it occurred late and wait for the new consignment.
"That is, Marquis, and on warm ... But by God, you Guardeno secret and that our names or sound or thunder.
"Do not worry, gentlemen, that my mouth is a piggy bank.
And Don Chombo, unpaved streets, went to the Guild, where he lived the Count of San Isidro, head of an ancient and major trading house seasoning and warm patriot, but she has stamped her doodle on the minutes of the oath independence.
was the Count in his writing desk, busy confronting some accounts, when presented el marqués y le dijo:
-Señor conde, aquí estoy porque he venido.
El de San Isidro, que era hombre seriote y de malas pulgas, le contestó sin dejar de examinar papeles:
-Pues ha venido usted, señor marqués, sin ser llamado; y haría bien en salir por donde entró, que ahora estoy rodeado de ocupaciones que no admiten espera.
-El servicio del rey es ante todo, señor mío -repuso Chombito ahuecando la voz-, y sépase usted que estoy inteligenciado del negocio. La prueba es que vengo por la mía.
El conde de San Isidro, que sus razones tenía para andar escamado con la política, dejó la pluma, y poniéndose de foot, faltered:
I do not understand what you mean, Don Chombo.
"That is, ask yourself now from the limbus, but did not know I have a lot of guts. Come where the king has sent me, with the corresponding diploma, and tell you with my silence, and I and mine will do everything that we required for the devil to be finished this rogue of Bolivar, which is with water up to his neck.
- Come on, Marquis, you have lunch strong, and I'm damned if I understand a word of what so without rhyme or reason is stringing!
- Hello! You still negative and stubborn, as if I were a man to keep a secret! Well, look what you do, sir, because if not bring my medal, loose tongue and the devil takes the pipe. You do not play with me or anyone, and may cost you a cake pan, and Bolivar fusile without mercy. Man! We're cool! Breast you ever seen the spade! And Don Chombo
seeing flashes of anger came home from San Isidro, leaving it stuck in a sea of \u200b\u200bconfusion and fright uppercase within the body.
The Marquis was referring to those found along the way (of course, recommending a secret) that entered the Count of San Isidro His Majesty had sent a shipment of Bourbon decorations, and the manager zamarro allocated between the loyalists had proposed saw them, betraying the purpose of the monarch.
With more speed than if it had been printed in the Gaceta de Madrid, ran the species between the partisans of Spain, and the Count of San Isidro was a jubilee of entrances and exits of men and even women who were to claim the medal, because they were segurísimos had not been forgotten by Ferdinand VII Desire in the actual distribution of grants, which should go hand in hand with calls enriqueñas grants distributed by the handful of Trastamara among those who helped overthrow the king, Don Pedro and usurp the crown.
The unfortunate Earl, without knowing how he was in a dangerous maze, could only escape the conflict and the beggars who provided refuge on a farm five miles from Lima.
his sudden absence coincided with the betrothal news of the great victory achieved by the independent army in Ayacucho, and some of the anxious before the medal, became the rising sun, and to ingratiate himself with the Liberator reported that the San Isidro possessed the threads of a diabolical plan in time if not destroyed would infallibly the Republic to the brink.
to be less circumspect Bolivar clink would have gone to all defendants complicit in the nefarious and mysterious project. Fortunately, the Liberator was not frightened man with goblins or shrews, and was so shrewd and cleverly unraveling the skein, which eventually came to clean out in the origin of all the pipe was in the candor of the Marquis de Santa Sofia Royal Secret and Bobaliche Baron, an ant who had an elephant.
Since then, whenever he spoke to Bolívar of machinations against the government, he answered, smiling:
- The pim ... Pinela! Could it be that the revolution of the medal?
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