Pan's Labyrinth by Guillermo Del Toro

Author:Guillermo Del Toro
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-04-21T16:00:00+00:00

21

No Choice

The day had barely broken when Pedro brought Mercedes and Dr. Ferreira back to the clearing near the brook where he’d picked them up. He was all confidence with the morning light on his face and the air fresh with the promise of new beginnings.

“We’ll soon have reinforcements from Jaca! Fifty men or more.” There was neither doubt nor fear in his voice, despite the despair they’d all seen last night on Frenchie’s face. “As soon as they arrive, we’ll go head-to-head with Vidal.”

Ferreira had seen this before: the enthusiasm a new day could bring after even the darkest night. Sometimes it was strong enough to last, but most times it died by dusk. Ferreira himself had not yet recovered from taking Frenchie’s leg. All that pain, the despair of the wounded man and his comrades, his own helplessness . . .

“Head-to-head and then what?” he couldn’t help asking. “You’ll kill Vidal and they’ll send another just like him. And another after that . . .”

Ferreira had witnessed too many failed hopes in his life. Had he really just lived for forty-eight years? He felt a thousand years old, and he was tired of all these young men who wished to fight, even if they did so on the side of right.

Pedro didn’t bother to answer his question. Mercedes’s brother just looked at him, with his fresh young face. What did he see? Probably just a sad old man.

“You can’t win this!” Ferreira snapped. “You don’t have enough guns, no safe shelter! You’ll all end up like Frenchie. Or worse.” He knelt at the edge of the brook to wash the blood off his saw and scalpel. For sure he would need these tools again far too soon. The cold water rushed over his hands. As cold as the world.

“You don’t need more men,” he said. “The ones you have need food! And medicine!”

Pedro still hadn’t said a word. Behind them the rebels were collecting firewood and whatever else the forest could give them.

“America, Russia, England . . . they’ll all help us,” he finally said. “Once they win the big war against the German fascists they’ll help us beat them here in Spain. Franco supported Hitler, but we supported the allies. Many of us died helping the resistance; we sabotaged the Tungsten mines in Galicia, which the Germans need to keep their weapon factories running . . . you think the allies will forget that?”

Ferreira straightened and put his tools back into his bag. Yes, they would forget. He felt so tired and angry. Maybe his anger was mostly caused by his exhaustion and lack of hope. And don’t forget the fear, he told himself. Fear that the good causes never win—that they can only hold up evil for a while.

“What about Mercedes?” No, even though he was annoyed by his own voice, he couldn’t let it go. “If you really loved her, you’d cross the border with her. This is a lost cause!”

Pedro bent his head, as if he were listening to his heart to find out if part of it agreed.

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