‘THE PLIGHTED WORD
Narciso Reyes
{The Plghed Wont” isa story of daghtr who sacfced her happiness so that
‘er fale could Keep his word of kano.)
Remacia
‘Having sud whathad wo be si, Danian stood up and enshod the lighted en ofhis
cigar in he bamboo ashtray. Sima st quit stil hardly discernible ine darkness ofthe
sala, The silence between thom despens, became a ive and palpable presence,
“Ws for Flra’s own good;” Damn ssid though the silence had spoken and he
‘was giving answer. "Marcos is a pood man. Flora wil be happy wih hi”
‘Sima nodded a if he understood peel
"Come," sid Danian, leading Ue way tothe kitchen. “Supper wil gt cold.”
Without a word Sima ood up and followed hin,
| understand, she tough, 2 she watched Damian and Flora al ther meal of rice
and broiled fish. Hino, know,
Ie was pan enough, Thisman, Marcos, a seen ora and he would know ro rest
‘uml she hat become his wife. He was rch in his own ig, and he was the nephew and
Ieirof Don Luis, who owned haf the province and two ote towns in he ext one, Kas
ke anovelora movie come tue,
‘On Suntay a weck from now, emissares would come to ask formally for Flos
‘hand, Damian would be surprised: he would protest Flora’s unworthiness and otherwise