The Story of a Mother Andaba incierto--volaba errante, Un solo instante--sin descansar.

[70] ALAEJOS.
Sisa ran in the direction of her home with her thoughts in that confused whirl which is produced in our being when, in the midst of misfortunes, protection and hope alike are gone.

It is then that everything seems to grow dark around us, and, if we do see some faint light shining from afar, we run toward it, we follow it, even though an abyss yawns in our path.

The mother wanted to save her sons, and mothers do not ask about means when their children are concerned.

Precipitately she ran, pursued by fear and dark forebodings.