rebelion

III - The promise (version I)

In 1795, the rebel José Leonardo Chirinos would lead the first armed rebellion in the city of Caracas, in the province of Venezuela. This would be called "the rebellion of the slaves" exactly, a rebellion of color.

In Caracas, a carriage led by a soldier from the Captaincy General was leaving the city and heading to Cumaná to take a group of slaves to the province of Cumaná.

There were four slaves handcuffed in the carriage, some would say they were dead, they smelled very bad and their souls were dull, as if they had no reason to live.

One of the slaves fell to the floor of the carriage, another of the slaves was surprised to see him completely out of himself.

— Stop the carriage! please! It needs water! he yelled at the soldier, tapping the window that separated them with his foot.

The soldier covered his mouth with a cloth soaked by the bad smell.

— Better! So, when we get out of the city, I'll kick you out so the trip doesn't smell like shit to me! — said the soldier with the cloth on his nose.

The slave could only be silently outraged at the soldier's reaction, but he saw that the other soldier had put himself in a position where he could kick his handcuffs so that he was not handcuffed to the carriage and could move freely.

He started kicking him, the slave was awakened by the blows and screamed in pain when the other slave kicked his hand.

— Excuse me! But be silent! — the slave shouted silently — help me!

The newly raised slave started kicking the other slaves' handcuffs and separated them from the carriage, but they still needed to get rid of the handcuffs.

The soldier was not the least bit interested in the blows he heard, instead he laughed at the cry of pain that one of the slaves made.

— We need to break these handcuffs or get the keys — said one of the slaves — we have to wait for the carriage door to be opened for us.

— You, play dead and when the soldier is going to throw you away, we attack him to get the keys! — said a slave to whom he had fainted.

The slaves were malnourished and weak and the soldier was very large, but if they all attacked him and took the weapon from his belt, they might succeed.

They were forced to left the city.

- Mister please! Ditch this man, he's starting to stink! — said one of the slaves.

The soldier without thinking stopped the horses thinking about the idea of throwing a black man off a cliff.

He opened the slave door with his key and grabbed the "dead" slave and when he had him in his arms the slave grabbed the saber and threw it at the slave who was leaving the carriage.

The slave grabbed the saber with his two handcuffed hands and stabbed the soldier in the back as he released the other slave to turn around.

— Damned! — exclaimed the soldier, vomiting blood.

The soldier died and the slave took his keys to uncuff his companions.

He gave water, from the soldier's reserve, to the slave who had passed out.

— So, what can we do now? Do we escape? — said one of the slaves.

— I say that we take this same carriage and go to the province of Guayana, with the tribes, they will help us, said another slave.

— I have family in Caracas, I can't leave them! — exclaimed the one who had fainted.

The slave who had killed the soldier looked at the saber and with the soldier's wet cloth wiped the blood away.