Page 809 - Microsoft Word - Belicena respaldo

their familiar mission. Taking the diameters of the Cromlech, I searched on its intersection the
center, and I verified with intrigue that in such central site was falling in the interior of the
Chacra. At last, I had no doubts that the central site was located inside an anormous platform
hermetically closed. I cut the chains and padlocks with an adequate tweezers, and I opened the
doors of the platform: incredibly, after centuries and millenniums, the menhir of Tharsy was
still on its original place. Was of green stone and showed on its base the millenary apacheta of
Vultan: purihuaca voltan guanancha unanchan huañuy. Over the apacheta the Wise Sword of
the House of Tharsis was for four hundred and forty three years, guarded as in Huelva by
indefatigable Noyos and Vrayas descendants of Lito de Tharsis. In front of such attitude of
respect and trust in the Loyal Gods, assumed in milleniums of patient guard, what meant my
actual anxieties, my selfish anguishes? The impressive menhir, and its rustic altar of stone, had
the virtue to ashame me from myself, of my human weakness, and to strengthen my will to
continue till the End.
Considering all the vain and cruel efforts realized by in the past by the Demons Bera and
Birsha, it is not strange the hate that would awake in them such Chacra in which they lived out
from the range of the members of the House of Tharsis conserving the Stone of Venus of the
Wise Sword. Bu they arrived late, they always arrived late to America: they didn’t achieve to
exterminate the lineage of Skiold with the Hebrew-Diaguites, neither with the Spaniards of
Diego de Almagro, of Diego de Rojas, and many others; nor the murder of Belicena Villca served
him at all because She misled them wisely; nor the extermination of the von Sübermann’s
permitted to end with Uncle Kurt. America had resulted them fatal! They didn’t know where
was Noyo Villca with the Wise Sword and they wanted to take revenge with the Indian Seguro,
sacrifice him by means of horrible torture before leaving from the unpredictable World of the
House of Tharsis. And they had been attacked and dead when they least expected it. As a
Bumerang, their own hits returned against them; as in a hit of Jujutsu, their enemies took
adventage from their own movementes and returned their forces against them.
In the warehouse that guarded the pick-up existed every kind of tools. I went there, and
took a wide shovel, and I started to search for the adequate place to excavate the sepultures. At
fifty meters from the House grew a bushy reedbed of guaduas which seemed to me that would
be ideal place: it’d cost to penetrate the coat of roots, but after some days no one could discover
the minor trace of the removal. I returned two times to house and I charged the damn corpses
in a wheelbarrowto facilitate the transport; in the last journey I also borught a machete to open
the dive. I looked at the clock of the house and I verified that it signalized the 3 hours of the
day April 23. The mine, instead, exhibited the 1:30 hrs. of April 26. Logically, I synchronized
my watch with local quadrant.
Thus, at the 6 hrs., three hours later, I finished the macabre task to sepultate the
destroyed corpses of the Asian killers. It was dawning and I felt exhausted, psychic and
physically exhausted. And many were still missing, ineludible issues that admitted none
dilation. One of them was to consummate the destruction of the black car of the killers, with
the purpose to avoid the police tracking: but, for it, I needed to count with the help of Segundo.
I drank a new coup of coffee and then I dedicated myself to throw soapy buckets of
water in the garden, to eliminate the traces of blood, caution that more than avoid the police
investigations aimed to frustrate the even more terrible action of the Tucuman flies. With the
light of the day, I discovered beside a tree, at fifteen steps of distance from the door of the

809