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CONABIP
National Network (National Commission for the Protection of Public Libraries, under the Ministry of Culture of the Nation) has launched the call Digibepé. A program that will place public libraries at the forefront of web accessibility publication of the catalog of the collections of public libraries throughout Argentina, among other tools of interconnectivity.

If citizenship does make an objective reading of this fact will become aware that it is a more livestock to freedom of expression, access to information, culture, education and entertainment. The national body CONABIP, responsible for investing in this project, it becomes conscious of putting in the hands of citizens themselves, the management of technological tools for everyone. In each province of Argentina, in each locality, where there is a Popular Library, children, youth, adults, people in Street, men, women, have the opportunity to access a computer room well equipped, modern and with an inclusive orientation by providing courses, probably at very low cost but free. The decrease in the digital divide that we are speaking, you will find one more chance, however small, to implement and promise so much theory, sometimes exclusively for one sector, which studies, researches and works. And what about the unemployed, housewives, casual employees? This could be an opportunity to incorporate, to prevent, to encourage participation, to re-create collective action.

interconetar The possibility of libraries, librarians, computer specialists and other professionals with collections, is a new phenomenon in our country. Experience with teamwork, multidisciplinary, remote, with new technologies, will step forward and Reverse Popular Libraries in space with no return of digitization in Argentina.

For now, the libraries are receiving the call, but we are working on a silent, 40 libraries in the pilot project, testing the system, including the Biblioteca Popular Argentina.

If you you have a public library near your home, do not lose sight of, get close, because things very interesting is happening. S

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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 5 ª part

5.

was after three and her belly rumbled with hunger. Took hours moving through the streets of the city, obeying his heart, which impelled him to search relentlessly, without course, driven by despair. I could feel the zombie: his pain, his obedience, his nausea to continue to exist. He mumbled several prayers, exorcised the demons that haunted, the crowd moved to the port, and continued to move up the yards. They were famous in Spain and the center of economic activity of Ferrol.

Suddenly, Elisa received a taste like blood in his mouth. He had a hunch, a terrible vision of what just happened.

- Zombie has claimed its first victim! He said, losing his balance and clutching a lamppost.

- Did I say something?

Elisa felt a presence on the right. Bent, an arch dam.

"No, excuse me, sir. He spoke to you. He did it myself. I'm not feeling very well.

could feel the taste of the blood of those that the zombie was biting with their jaws. What power was that which had become a mort vivant in something like a flesh-eating vampire? Who had given such power to boccor to disrupt the most basic laws of voodoo and the zombification?

"It was me. I gave him that power. The powder is especially powerful sorcerer and turns its victims into flesh-hungry hyenas.

was the same man. He kept talking to her. What the hell was I saying? What he had given her what ...? "He was responding to questions she was mentally?

-still have not learned to conceal your thoughts. I am a guedé , a saint, a lua , a baron of the undead voodoo. If you can sense things, I can see so clearly that your arches and do not give me gag. I've seen it all and, if not dead, I'd rather be.

looked up. Baron Lacroix watched with a look bleak. He was dressed, as always, with his black suit and bowler hat. Carrying a heavy pack and smiled, while winking both eyes, which shone like those of scarlet an evil genius, a Baka .

"You must not let the witch get away with it," said Elisa, taking heart of grace. Everything was spinning. He thought maybe she might faint. You must not allow it.

"I can not do anything to stop the sorcerer. I am at your service. I have no choice. I do not say enough with you here, just a few miles from where he is following the footsteps of his zombie. If I knew ...

-The zombie, the zombie-Elisenda interrupted, "where is he?

Lacroix turned, pointing to a hill to your left.

"Go out there. Soon you'll meet several families who go on a pilgrimage to a shrine. Do not worry. Before arriving at your destination you will see the trail of zombie.

Elisenda ran away, still reeling here and there, a bundle of nerves. Lacroix I sincerely hope not stumble with his master. Destroy it without difficulty. That woman was not yet able to confront anyone.

- Look, Mom!: A man dressed Sacaúntos.

Lacroix raised an eyebrow and looked at his interlocutor, a kid of five years, he pointed fun. Behind him, a man with his Sunday suit and a woman who was protected from the sun with a long lace parasol, walked through the port.

"It signals to the beggar," said the woman. I told you to point out is rude.

The boy dropped his hand.

- What's in the bag? "Fat children's bellies? "Candy? "Said the kid, thinking perhaps that it would take in a sweet and have it.

Lacroix put a gloved hand in his bag and took black as soot or coal.

-No I'm the bogeyman, my young friend said, opening her eyes red and his eyes showing the boy, who instinctively recoiled. What I have here are the souls of the first four murders of the living dead. Want to see the blackness of their souls damned? Want to hear their cries? Want to take you with them, my angel?

The child ran toward her parents. Screaming, mouth wide open in a rictus of terror.

"So I feared, my sweet friend. Nobody wants to look at bag of the good Baron. Nobody.

Then bowing, Lacroix disappeared into the shadows of dusk.

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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 6 Part

6.

took almost an hour to reach the foot of the mountain, but as he approached and saw the crowd gathered near the top, Elisa knew that fate had been truncated, the zombie had altered the course of events is unforgivable. Spain and could not get rid of a legion of zombies that end up devastated.

"Oh, poor Toño, the eldest son of the widow Arias said a woman in deep mourning, and pale complexion. Wept and crossed himself violently, as if to conjure demons.

People had recognized the first corpse, dismembered in the embankment. The Civil Guard also joined in that moment and made each other, locals and onlookers were separated from the body. Began to ask questions: who had seen the murderer? was Mario, the doorman of the Hotel Swiss . Mario? By God! Had he gone mad? But Mario was only? Are these wounds had been made by a single man? Does an animal with him? No, no beast with him, at first walking with a man, a stranger. Then the stranger went to the top and spoke with some children. How was this man? wore a cloak like the army. And what else?, What else?, What else ...?

Elisenda realized he did not need to hear the questions of the guards. She had nothing to contribute and much to discover pursuing its own investigation. The zombie had already left, following the footsteps of his master. It was time to leave her too. Maybe you could talk with those children for whom the witness had spoken. The sorcerer would not have stopped to talk to them about anything. A boccor never does anything at random. If he had chosen that place to stage the baptism of blood of a zombie, had been for nothing. I had to find out why. Discouraged but still determined, Elisa continued its ascent, looking apprehensive two, three, four, was finally dismembered bodies had been brutally attacked by the zombie.

- Damn! She cried, feeling the tears fought back by bringing back to the surface.

continued to rise, while weak sunshine filtering through a gray storm clouds. The mass of stone, Mount de Chamorro, stood proud in its wake, among tall grasses. A sharp cold air is blowing in your face. At the end of the road, found a child crying. It grabbed the right arm, from which flowed the blood scandal.

"I said no," he said bajases another child, the same build, but much thicker and a little higher. The physical resemblance between the two, however, was evident. The same high forehead and the same aquiline nose, almost twisted. They must be brothers.

- Woe is me, Carlos!

"If I had listened ... "Suddenly, the older brother changed his attitude and his tone softened" Come on, do not worry. Now come the guards and with them a doctor who will look at the bite.

had a third child, very thin, almost cadaverous, who stood behind the two brothers, saying nothing. Elisabeth decided to intervene in the conversation.

- Do you bite the man? "Elisabeth tried to remember the talk he had had in the Hotel. Pretty soon, they sensed a witch who had taken as an instrument of murderous rage. Mario is called, right? The concierge at the Swiss Hotel.

The three boys seemed to finally fix it. Answered the older. Carlos, had said his name was small.

"Yes." It was crazy. Never ... -No words came out. I had never seen anything like it. It seemed half-wolf or a ...

"The military said it was a zombie-third the child's intestine.

- A zombie? And you know what that is, Paco? "Asked Carlos.

"No, but what he said. Something the military would have to do with Mario, because they were together. I watched as they gathered down the road, when it was over.

On the face of the woman, stern, thoughtful, became a shadow ending to obscure his features.

-A zombie is an undead. A being a sorcerer has stolen his soul and now is sentenced to serve for all eternity.

"But that's a joke, right? Something like this only happens in detective novels, "stammered the smallest, clutching his arm, which kept the blood pumping.

Elisenda not respond. Instead, he leaned toward the child and took her hand. Gently, but with determination, got the boy withdrew his fingers from the wrist, near which was the largest of the bites. But it was much more than a bite. The beast had torn the inside of the arm, hanging tendons and muscles. You could not make a tourniquet. Bleeding die within minutes. But that was not what worried the girl now.

"If your saliva is mixed with your blood ... Elisa said, as if thinking.

Paco, who was the sharpest of the group, I realized I was thinking.

- James is infected? Is it going to turn into a zombie of those with no soul?

Carlos stirred as if he had been a whip on the back. It hurt especially his best friend say something. Never mind that he thought the same thing, that he feared in his heart. Do not want to hear, or thought, or anyone's lips. He clasped his fingers to seal in a fist. Seemed about to hit.

"You silent, Cerillita. You a memo. All that zombies are old wives tales.

"But the lady said ...

-, shut o. ..! "Charles raised his fist, knuckles being marked on your skin dull.

Paco shrugged his head and said nothing more. But his body was tense. The fight could start at any time. Elisenda failed them, muttering:

"Do you dispute . Your friend is badly injured. Now the last thing kids need is bickering.

Cerillita Carlos and looked, now both fists clenched, ready to vent their fears against each other. But they were too worried about James and turned their eyes toward it. Meanwhile, James's face was the picture of despair. Tears ran down her cheeks.

I do not want to be a monster, ma'am. Help me.

Elisenda her head was spinning. The hotel concierge had sucked dust boccor , for sure. That powder was made with human bones, tree roots, sulfur and a secret ingredient, a toxin that only the most experienced priests and sorcerers knew voodooists extracted from puffer fish and synthesis. The end result was a powerful narcotic able to fool the doctors and even death itself. When the brain is awakened from slumber, and had no will, his soul belonged to the sorcerer, who kept it safely in ... Elisa could not help trembling when he remembered the Baron Lacroix taxiing his bag with the souls of the dead who had just killed the zombie. How many said? Four, no? She, in his ascent, he had seen four bodies. That meant that the child's soul still belonged to them. Zombie Saliva, when in contact with the blood of the child, have been infected with the toxin, but until you die ....

"Come. You have to be strong, James. Hold on a little longer. Above all, you should not even lose consciousness. Can you hear me?

Elisenda had an idea, a terrible thought, a necessary act, perhaps. She did not have the ability to reproduce the dust was still a apprentice, a Pa-for . But maybe I could save the child, take the soul of that poor little the sorcerer. The other bodies were so torn apart that they no longer be lifted or, if so, when his master would ask them for. If they claimed. But that child would die with their bodies largely intact. It was too valuable prey. Trembling with fear, bent over James, who now began to be very weak,

"Listen," he said in his ear, almost in a whisper. The chiefs, landowners, priests ... they have done this. They want to destroy Spain. Can you hear me? They do not want to spread the wealth of Spain with the workers they do not want to learn to read, write, think. We fear and need slaves rather than citizens. Aim to curb the leftist revolution that will eliminate the wild capitalism that strangles us. Can not afford. We can not allow it! Now sleep, my friend. But when you wake up, help me stop those pesky bosses. Together we shall overcome.

James lost consciousness minutes later. Soon, she stopped breathing. Carlos and Paco, frightened, they resumed their discussion, and began to push.

"Now what, Cerillita. Are you going to wake my brother and going to be like Mario? Are you going to eat people?

- I never said that! And do not call me Cerillita. You know I hate.

- Cerillita, Cerillita!

"I would not call Cerillita. Everybody calls me like that but that's not my name. It's a stupid nickname. There are people thinner than me. Your brother is almost as thin as me. And I do not Cerillita call me! "Insisted the boy. Stop it, or you'll see.

Carlos, his brother lying on the ground, dead at his feet, just wanted to vent their rage against whatever.

"What I see, Cerillita, tell me, what I see?

Elisenda he perceived that Civil Guard stood in his direction, alerted by neighbors who witnessed the killing last and a last corpse, and went down the side, quietly, trying not to attract attention. Luckily, Paco, the Cerillita, spoke loudly, with clenched fists and a rictus of rage staining his face. Unwittingly drew upon himself the attention of the mob. Everyone looked at him.

- Cerillita Do not call me, dammit! "In pure rage, Paco was teary.

With Civil Guard totaled fifty onlookers, many of them children too. And the kids, with their innate tendency to cruelty or four or five deaths stop their instinct, and soon laughed, pointing.

- The Cerillita cries, the cries Cerillita! Cry, cry like a baby!

James then opened his eyes, awakening from the dead. He looked around. Had the urge to get up and attack bites their cousins \u200b\u200ball living beings. Elisabeth, who was not a baron to control his soul, he had to do in person. Walking alone along a path, and away from prying eyes. He closed his eyes and said a few spells to finally sing as in a chant:

"Wait, my child. Everything must go. Those are not our enemies. One day will end with the rich, the powerful. If boccor built an army of zombies, you'll lead another army that confronted him. We will kill the priests and nuns, burn churches and ourselves of the houses of the nobles and the powerful. But it is not the day. Now you can relax and save some energy.

Above Civil Guard was trying to calm things down, but in vain. A sergeant with his blue uniform and cocked hat buttons Argentine white, could not believe his eyes: those two brats, in the midst of a massacre of the few remembered that they had little respect and little education to get into a fight over trifles. Anyway, decided to start showing conciliator, if the heat died down and I could continue with their investigation without further shocks.

"Come on, Cerillita, calm down ...

That comment, far from reassuring the child, finished him lose his temper.

"Do not call me Cerillita. I am Paco, dammit!

In Spain the turn of the century, a child swore in front of an adult, especially an authority as a Civil Guard, was unthinkable. The man came forward and gave him a slap that boy so rude.

"Stop screaming, Cerillita, or I'll wash my own mouth out with soap. If you say a bad word I swear I'll wear yourself out. Here we are investigating a crime and are not to your foolishness.

But Paco was stubborn. Not impressed that uniform. He wanted to be a sailor and not just a number of praiseworthy. In fact, he was preparing to enter Naval Academy and in a few months paid into a preparatory school, the College of Marine .

"I repeat for the last time I called Cerillita. My name is Paco. And if you call me by my name I have nothing to say.

The Guardia Civil decided I'd had enough of that spoiled brat and threw his arm back, ready to deal it a blow that should put things in place. But before he could finish his turn something seized by the arm. He turned. James was up, his face grim smile composing a nasty and tricky. With his wounded arm, invested after the death of superhuman strength, holding the wrist of the agent. The blood was still dripping continuing until his elbow, and through it fell in great drops to the ground.

"Come, what would it cost to call my friend by name? Do not call him Cerillita. He hates it, James turned and glared at Paco with eyes dull and lifeless. His name is Paco, or if you prefer, Francisco ... Francisco Franco Bahamonde .

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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 4 ª part

4.

Elisenda deployed daily on the table and read avidly. At first glance, looked like a girl of twenty, small, upturned nose, not too pretty. But it was much more. After a thorough search, we noticed a small story, just a couple of lines in the events section Correo Gallego:

"A man is found drowned on the beach of Covarrubias. It so happens that he was hanged and then thrown into the water. Police are investigating the grisly crime. "

Elisa sighed and smoothed her dress, gray, immaculately clean. That was not the only terrible fact that he had witnessed that city in the last hours. The newspapers had not yet had time to include it in the editions of the afternoon, but I knew where I was looking Elisenda: in the Swiss Hotel. He was a four-story facility, recently built. Very near the port, its beautiful Art Nouveau façade stood as a beacon in the competition, which had become a benchmark for travelers in the neighborhood.

Elisenda Ferrol had reached barely an hour before, unraveling the mystery component parts just now completed the Post article Gallego. Following his instinct, had walked to the Swiss Hotel and had met with the owner and some employees. For his jovial and inquisitive gesture, the tone of your questions, everyone had come to the conclusion that working for a newspaper. One of these liberated women are created they can do the work of a man. Of course, nobody took it too seriously, but that was an advantage: it looked so harmless it would cost to keep your mouth shut.

"You're not from here. "In Barcelona, \u200b\u200bperhaps? But it has been many years out do they? That I liked it. You do not have nearly accent. "The owner was a fat man and vicious, those who know more than anyone else around and in your face are painted an eternal grin" I knew that the death of my guest called the attention of the newspapers. It is surprising that a woman, and as young as you have so many responsibilities ... in order that from the start, those two gave me a bad feeling. English, a military stretched, always watching over his shoulder. Look! To me ... me looking over his shoulder. "He laughed. Suddenly, he stopped his laughter, aware that the matter had no grace, But I was surprised to kill his roommate. For many people here goes strange and not end up killing each other. I do not know if I understand.

- Do you know the name of the dead?

-Oscar you know. Was the one who requested the room. Everything was in his name.

- "And the name of your partner?

- Does the military? "The owner shrugged, not left his name and spoke to anyone. A drawing, as I've said. Do not think anyone of my staff know what it was called that bastard.

Elisenda not press the issue and said

"So sure was the soldier who killed his partner.

-surefire. If I had known would not have many doubts. Bad people. Believe me. Bad people.

One employee remembered something else:

-Returned at dawn, you know? It was the night they found the body of another man, the beach of Covarrubias. The drowned, go. I assume you have read The Courier. The man, remembering talking to a journalist, he blushed Go! You'll tell him! The fact is that although that was not known then ... already understood, what we learned in the morning ... Well, the fact is that came from nowhere on a donkey that night: he rented a donkey to cucumber, Serantes. It then many hours were discussed. No one knows what. They talked and talked, you know. Without stopping. We complained a couple of tenants but we did not do anything, the owner did not want to, you understand, because it paid well and because, well, you understand, we are here to make money.

She the young man tried to say something more, but he argued that he had a lot of work. That day was one less, and that, in a small family hotel, it showed.

- Can you imagine that Mario has left his job without warning?

- Mario?

"The concierge. Has left his post and has not failed or a note. And had worked in the hotel since it opened! Almost ten years! When you return, we'll see if the boss does not put right out in the street.

Swiss Hotel Elisa left before word spread of his presence and authority have decided to come up there to ask some questions that she, unlike their counterparts in the hotel, I would not know where to start responding. Why, if not actually working for any newspaper, was interested in that case? That would ask. And I could not say anything, much less the truth.

Truth.

What was the truth?: She was an apprentice priest voodooists? What did you just arrived in Spain a witch and was followed the trail? Sure would laugh until he lost consciousness. Witchcraft, voodoo priests and undead. Yes, undead, zombies, because she had also felt the presence of a zombie at that hotel. So I got there, following their trail. That was the truth.

No, the truth would not help.

Nothing could help. Because it was still too young and inexperienced to face the boccor . For now, could only watch, learn, y. .. a lucky find.

Especially now that's what I asked for Luases , the gods of voodoo, luck.

Elisenda and folded the paper up from the table to pay for their consumption.

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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 3 Part

3.

Cerillita called him. And I was sad. His sister, Mari Paz, had just died of a fever after four months of agony. It was his favorite sister ... and he was just five years. It was unfair that the good Lord will take her. And yet it was less fair that Ms. Pilar, her mother, rather than face God and throw rosaries and crucifixes in the house, locked himself in his faith by asking the Almighty to justify the unjustifiable.

Cerillita That's why I was sad. She saw her mother kneeling up the hillside of a Via Crucis Chamorro senseless waiting Northeast Lady, the Virgin of Chamorro, could heal the pain of his soul against the random absurdity of existence. It was an unequal struggle: chance would always victorious and the gods and their representatives on earth, was beginning to realize the Cerillita, often gave little more than comforting words, pats on the back and placebos for fools.

Cerillita But he had been educated in the fear of God and soon forgot his childhood anger and realized that His designs should have some meaning within His Divine Plan. And in this Plan his sister Mari Paz certainly played a major role and pressing (perhaps an archangel, one of confidence for the Creator) and the contest was necessary to save thousands of souls before the Day of Judgement. So it could be that small was now busy at work than helping the Eternal Father with his immaculate innocence. Perhaps also the unlikely event that Judgement Day was not so far and pubertal children were required to drive many souls to the other side.

-Mari Paz ... Cerillita the wind whispered.

was ten years, as his nickname implies, was thin as the first match of a matchbox. In addition, had protruding ears, shifty eyes and not look too clever. However, his physique hid a sharp and insightful mind, a mind that only awaited the opportune moment to show his true height.

-Mari Paz. My poor sister! He repeated, about to get carried away by weeping.

not say at what time was left behind. The skirts of his mother, after which he ascended to that time, were lost in the shadows of the devotees in groups of four or five, climbed the mountain. Mrs. Pilar saw much higher, about to reach the top, and kicked a stone. Absorbed, he was watching the rock rushed to the gap between tumbling and compliments, dragging other, earth and stones, throwing up a smokescreen and fugitive dust.

was when he saw Charles, a little further down, hands in his pockets. He walked leisurely through the crowd, whistling a tune in couplets, those who invented the two in class, in the Sacred Heart School, where they were supposed to be doing homework.

- Carlos!

waved a hand, stood on tiptoe. He waved both arms. His friend finally honored him and waved back, throwing off down the slope to meet the Cerillita. Behind him was his brother James, a year younger, tall, lanky, taciturn. Although age, Cerillita should have felt closer to James, the truth is that it was not. James was a strange child. I can not say why he thought that. But what I thought.

-Paco ... Carlos said at last, panting.

Because Charles was the only one who did not call him Cerillita. And that Paco, the Cerillita, I appreciated more than anything else, as even his own brothers made use of that nickname that revealed their extreme thinness. Paco hated that nickname.

"Hi. How is everything?

Carlos shrugged, as glossing over what he would say. He was twelve years old and a boy a little plump, almost the antithesis of friend. James, behind him, nodded his head toward the Cerillita.

"No one wanted him to see the Virgin " said Carlos, for any explanation.

The three children looked at the top, where the shrine of Chamorro distinguished already beset by the figures of a hundred parishioners who stood tirelessly to meet the Lady Northeast . For a moment, almost seemed to be playing and the cold stones of its walls, topped with slate roof and an austere cross, naked, at its apex.

"Thank you, Carlos.

was his best friend. Iban with his slingshot from one end to another of Ferrol, sometimes closer, the estuary, also accompanied by their fishing rods, others for adventure, climbing the hills of Darling and Brion to the east or farther Bara this. It was not much, had taken the road towards Covas and were deflected by one of those old roads leading to Castro Vilasanche. And there had become old Iberians and Celts or Romans, fighting among themselves and against imaginary enemies, climbing up the pieces of wall that were still standing, holding terrible battles, decisive for the future of his people, whatever it was at all times.

"A bad day to die," muttered the dark.

man had emerged from nowhere. He wore a military uniform and smoking a cigarette stinking, smelly. Backed down, and among the Humar came a tanned face, grim, however trying to smile and appear friendly. But it is difficult for a being with a black hole instead of heart, fool a child.

"Hello, boys, I am the Lord ... He seemed to doubt" Well, I guess you can call me boccor .

Carlos and Paco instinctively stepped back. James stared at the stranger without leave shine though his gesture of fear or surprise. For his part, smiled boccor casting a new cloud of smoke.

"I came to show you a thing. One thing you can not forget, tomorrow it will be very useful.

The man spoke only one of them, but his eyes hidden in the smoke of snuff, they were not sure who was watching.

"I've made a pact with dark forces, forces that go beyond today, with your child's mind, you can imagine. "Matias sucked deeply on his cigarette tip, know why one day the fate of our country is in your hands, my child. I have revealed Luases . But anyway you know. Just note that when that day comes, I want you to remember the only power strong enough to kill our enemies.

The boccor threw back his hood with a theatrical gesture, pointing behind them at the foot of the mountain.

- I mean the power of the Zombie! "He concluded, snapping his fingers and muttering some words in a foreign language.

Then they heard a howl. And then they saw a man covered with blood, lumbering among devotees of the Virgin, ignoring some and demolishing others with animal rage, excessive. Even from that distance, they understood that, if indeed it were a beast, the fallen lunged, biting, ripping, mutilating their victims from guttural growls.

- Holy God! James said, slowly descending toward the carnage, as if hypnotized "But that's not Mario, the doorman of the Hotel Suizo?

James was born with that strange determination that some associate with others with courage and stupidity. Bold, fearless, always the first to try anything crazy and break your neck first. He spoke little. Not needed. He was born to be a man of action.

- Will not you follow your friend? "Said the witch, looking towards the Cerillita and Carlos.

not answered. Mesmerized, watched the carnage that was staged under his feet.

Matías Gutiérrez Castle Mount Chamorro left puffing his cigarette still Russian, clad in a thick canopy of the army, walking with martial step forward that was beginning to build. With his head held high, eyes absent, lost in his dreams, he walked and got lost along the road.

"Today was a perfect day. Everything went exactly as planned, "he boasted. And he lit a cigar to celebrate.

Finally, when I could not hear the screams of people, thought he had sacrificed enough for you, the child who had come to impress, never forget that day. Focus again. Murmured a prayer for the zombie run to meet him.

They still had much work to be done.

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CAP 1 (Baron Lacroix) 2 ª part

2.

Oscar failed to sleep that night. When I closed my eyes I saw the face of Ambrose with lips parted, as if to say something, a secret capital I could not, either, to overlook. But the speaker was too far if you really tried to speak, he did from the other side of life. Upon opening his eyes again and continued to regard his friend in the shadows of the room, looking for a place to contact him in the reflection that the moon drew winding its rays filtering through the window. Perhaps, for a brief moment, he was really asleep and dreamed or imagined, that are the same thing, Ambrose standing on a platform of a very high bridge. Soldiers dressed in old uniforms guarding him lie on his right, an officer with the upper hand prepared to give an order. The scene had look over exposed and a bad daguerreotype unreal, as if experience was repeated a thousand times, a copy of a copy of a performance which had not happened and had never repeated the same a thousand times in the fantasies of others. Oscar said then the rope hanging from the neck of his friend, curling around his throat with a snake at its prey.

And then the officer lowered his hand and the soldiers pushed Ambrose Farquhar bridge down. In the distance, an owl hooted.

Oscar awoke from this dream, was not trying to sleep unravel its meaning. Despite its cryptic appearance, soon to be on a track, call it intuition, if preferred. A hastily dressed and left the room he shared with Matthew at full speed. He was sleeping, snoring soundly, unaware of their nocturnal sleeplessness. Better as you explain to the back. So if there was anything to explain.

Oscar El Ferrol wandered for hours, asking, bribing when the answers were elusive, struggling to understand the death of his friend. He even talk to the doctor who certified the death. Money can make a person become talkative and cooperative until the bed started at five o'clock. An hour later, and Oscar had tied ropes enough to know that the implementation of Ambrose Farquhar (for this and nothing else happened) had to do with voodoo and its mission in Spain. And I thought I knew why.

Everything was related, of course, with the past.

you know Oscar was born in Haiti in 1870. The son of a French trader of spices, had worked with his father until it was ruined. Then, while still a teenager, he learned to make a living at different offices, resulted in the most inventive or need. Oscar was part of the white minority in a country dominated by blacks and mulattos. However, he was attracted by the lifestyle and customs of the European white man. Oscar loved art and Antillean Creole, the native music and was an ardent disciple of voodoo. Voodooists rites, contrary to what many believed, were a religion ... and a religion of good. In fact, the fundamental objective of Voodoo was removed from the people of all evil, from all forms of disease. In Europe, the majority had confused the spirituality of his people with mysticism or Santeria, but it was the Europeans, who despised everything that is not understood.

The Voodoo was not easy, obviously, a religion that would show its true face at first sight. Had to penetrate its mysteries and understand its meaning. Then, with the perspective of knowledge, showed its true face, beatific regenerating mission.

And is that Oscar, unlike the Europeans, he liked to understand things before judging them. I thought, perhaps rightly, all educated men across the ocean, away from his life had any form of mysticism, with the result that could not noticing a magic act and even when they exploded in front of the face. Well, not all, the exception that proves the rule was Lieutenant Colonel Matías Gutiérrez del Castillo.

- Where were you? For hours looking out the window, worried about your absence. I had almost begun to think ... had come to think, like, a million things. How could you leave without saying anything?

While speculations, weaving together the strands of this mystery, street by street in the city of Ferrol, Oscar had returned to his hotel. He had not even realized it. As a zombie, had climbed the stairs and open the door. "As a zombie," she thought, smiling. But the grin faded from his face and said

-sleeping. I did not wake up.

"You should have done. After what happened to Ambrose ... "Matthew did not finish. It was not necessary. It was precisely the death his friend had started up the brain mechanisms of Oscar, which had compelled to leave the room and begin their investigations, although they were preliminary.

What were preliminary and were its conclusions.

"There's a boccor in Spain. A sorcerer, "he said, without preamble, such as hitting with a closed fist in the jaw of his opponent.

But Matthew did not accuse the coup. Sitting in a chair, cocked his weapon resiguió the barrel and the stock looking the least speck of dirt and finally considered the trigger in front and behind, above and below. Finally, satisfied, put the gun (an old Colt) in its case and took a shirt of the closet. Indolent, pulled it over his head and began buttoning.

"Yesterday, on the beach, you said you thought he was a trainee.

"I felt the presence of a young and inexperienced officiating. So I do not jibe that could kill Ambrose. I think there are two, an apprentice magician and a priest, a woman.

Matthias raised his eyebrows.

- A woman? How do you know?

"I've sensed.

No one who believes in voodoo underestimates the value of a hunch. You know Oscar knew there was a woman behind his steps. But she had not killed his friend.

"Yesterday, when we saw far Farquhar Ambrose's body, I realized there was something that did not fit, "he said then, speaking very fast, as it releases a flood inside. And today I had a dream, perhaps also a premonition. Ambrose saw hanging from a bridge about to be thrown into the water by a group of soldiers.

- What does that mean?

"Nothing and everything. My mind began to piece things together. First slowly, but then ... Then I began to see clearer. I walked around here and there and got some information. I even question the doctor who examined the body.

"In the end we get caught.

"That does not matter now. I had to really know what happened. My doctor has been very helpful: Ambrose had hanged as in my dream and even thrown from the throes of death, to the waters. And I wondered: Who would lose the time strangling a man with a rope if it then goes to immerse in water, bound hand and foot?

"That's what I say.

in shorts and shirt, Matthias stood side mirror. The bulk of the weapon stood out when I moved my arms when walking. He tried moving a few steps over the waist and under the limbs. Legs akimbo. There.

"At last, the pieces fell into place in my mind," concluded Oscar. A boccor is building a arbre rest.

Oscar sat on the bed. Shivering with fear. Also of determination. He extended a trembling hand and grabbed his jacket pocket a handkerchief with which he blew loud. Matthias, in turn, inspired a long breath. He knew what that meant.

-think Ambrose was killed as a first step in building a tree sacred to the souls of the voodoo gods. A Reposoir arbre.

"Yes. But in this case, the boccor used tree branches not to give shelter to our gods, but to trap the souls of the dead. Want to create a legion of zombies service. Ambrose's death was a first step. I think he will be the first death of their cemetery, the Baron Lacroix, his intermediary with the spirit world. Will use the knowledge of Ambrose to become the guidance you need from the beyond. What will its slave y. ..

Matías waved a hand, interrupting.

-wander, Oscar. "All that you have inferred from a dream and the way he died Ambrose? The sacred tree is planted in the ground and Ambrose died at sea. It makes no sense.

"Quite the contrary. Do you remember when we met in Port-au-Prince, a year ago? You'd just come as commercial attache in your country and were beginning to be interested in voodoo. Even then I said that black magic distorts the right and reverses. The boccor is building Reposoir arbre in the water, the branches are aquatic plants, the leaves are the fishes. On this surface almost infinite will catch the souls of thousands of zombies, then make their bodies will obey in the real world.

Oscar paused. He saw the corner of his eye that his friend, still incredulous, looking for his clothes.

"Remember, Matthias" he said, that you convinced us Ambrose and me to come with you to Europe, to bring the voodoo to your continent. Ambrose was an expert in African voodoo and I in Haiti. Together they would bring peace and truth of our religion to countries which have lost contact with magic. Would build a peaceful future for men who will recover natural union of man with nature. And in the process, you said that you trust our opinion. -Oscar paused. Deep breath. Well, I say that we have to go and do it now. The boccor may be just around any corner, looming!

pants were too tight and the hem of her pant legs dragging on the ground. Matthias hated the dress that served the military. Unable to dress the ranks in terms to all its deficiencies came to the surface when trying to get a decent suit for any other activity that was not jump between trenches and splinters of shells and shrapnel. After last look in the mirror, turned to Oscar, trying to smile.

- Is not it a little cowardly escape without further ado? Would not it be better to stay and try to stop plans boccor ?

"Of course not. Or is kidding? -A Oscar it was difficult to understand that Matt still had not absorbed any of the essence of voodoo in all that time they were together. Now that you have the structure to begin work, the witch looking for people with knowledge of our religion to become slaves. If you already have the soul of Ambrose and uses it as the Baron Lacroix, mine certainly look to be the first zombie of his legion. My soul knows many secrets of the voodoo that he will want to use. The soul of an anonymous English, including a Haitian ignorant I could find on the docks, would not even remotely the same service.

Oscar started walking towards the door of his room. I did not want to talk more. Had to go without wasting any more time. Warlock and run away to land in between. Go away, as far as possible: Northern Europe. He thought that, hopefully, that day would happen in a flash and without major upheavals. But should start without delay to the train station. Then they'd have time to decide if they continued with their plan to bring the voodoo to Europe or returning to Haiti.

A voice sounded behind him:

"I have a question, Oscar. How can you be so arrogant and yet so stupid?

not feel anything at all. Perhaps a little sigh, a breath behind your head warm. When the bullet pierced his skull, opening fire roads in their memories, you know Oscar swayed as if dancing, striking in its turn the lintel of the door, and suddenly fell back, lost his gesture in a perpetual grimace of surprise.

Matías Colt returned to its holster and went back to the mirror, where he noted that there were no bloodstains on his shirt, pants or shoes.

life, he thought, was not made for those who doubt. Had reached that point betraying his comrades as well as himself. It did not matter the mission. There was never mission.

- Arrogant? "He said, suddenly, a third party which hitherto had been hidden.

Matthias turned. Baron Lacroix was sitting on the windowsill. Smiled a silly smile on his face clown painted white, a face that only a few hours earlier, Ambrose had been to Farquhar.

-Oscar was an arrogant and stupid, self-ruled Matías. An arrogant to believe that a sorcerer would want him as the first zombie of his retinue, his knowledge of voodoo would make appealing to my eyes. And stupid for not realizing what I want are slaves to serve me, not that I question captains. If you've dreamed of an army of zombies that devastate this country is because it will be an army of creatures in my service, sheep to be manipulated, completely faithful, wild and expendable.

Lacroix laughed. But his eyes hid infinite rage toward the man who had killed and who now possessed his soul.

-will be a great boccor , my love. Congratulations.

Then someone knocked on the door, interrupting his conversation. Matias crossed the room with safe passage.

- Yes? Something wrong?

"I heard a noise. I have found it a shot. Is everything all right, Mr. Gutierrez?

was the concierge. Matthias turned to the body of Oscar, whose head began to flow so much blood that flowed like a stream across the floor of the room. Thoughtful, took a moment to respond. After all, opened a crack in the door.

"It was not shot. Do not worry. But I have a problem. Hope you can help me out.

The man burst into the room on tiptoe, holding their breath. Had many years in his work and knew when something was really wrong. The reassuring voice of that host was not used to soothe that feeling of danger that he dominated. However, all his years of experience and caution not avail.

"Certainly, Mr. Gutierrez said the concierge, as he moved a little further inland. Then he saw the fellow sitting in the window quirky, half in and half out body. Then he discovered the body of Oscar on the floor, supine,

"But What the hell ...?

The clerk tried to retrace his steps but it was not possible. Matthias blocked his path. His right hand extended. On the back was a brownish powder that blew boccor toward his victim, covering his face, forehead and over his eyes, penetrating through the nostrils.

"You're going to start your transformation, my little apprentice of undead ...

The last thing I heard poor man, on this side of life, was the voice of the guest in room 16. The powder had been immobilized and fell heavily to the floor beside the body of Oscar you know. The janitor wanted to scream, but could not wanted to breathe, but it lacked the air latiese wanted his heart faster, to give him strength to resist, but it was fading, ever beat more slowly, until it became almost a compass inaudible.

and then returned to the voice of Matthew, speaking to the ear, very softly, to penetrate their dreams

-Reds, my friend, the red you have done this. They want to destroy Spain. Can you hear me? Want to end the monarchy, religion, the bourgeoisie, with the industry of our country and even good employees anonymous as you. Can not afford. We can not allow it! Now sleep, my friend. But when you wake up, help me kill those damn red. Together we shall overcome.

"Bloody Red" stammered the porter, before losing strength and completely succumb to its first death.

awoke an hour later become the first zombie of the witch, the first of the souls who end up tied to plants Reposoir arbre.