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Yesterday the supplies for the journey arrived from Chactajal. The animals are resting in the stable. They woke with their manes and tails already curled and in pigtails. And the servants say that last night the jangle of silver spurs could be heard on the cobbled streets. It was the Spectre, the awful thing that wanders through fields and hamlets marking the foreheads of beasts with a sign of ill-omen.
A little while ago Ernesto came to leave his belongings. Only three changes of clothes. He wrapped them in an ordinary rush mat and tied them with rope.