Joaquim climbed onto the platform, took the chain attached to his ankle and took it away. She followed him without speaking, her expression blank.
They walked three kilometers to the quinta. Joaquim was walking on his old bay horse. Benedita followed on foot, chained, her feet bleeding on the dirt road.
When they arrived, the sun was setting. The sky was tinged with orange and purple. Joaquim dismounted, tied him up, then led Benedita straight to the barn.
An unexpected proposal
The barn was a large wooden building where tools, coffee bags and a few animals were stored. Joaquim closed the door, lit an kerosene lamp, then sat down on a stool.
He observed Benedita for a long time before asking a simple question:
“You know how to read? “
She didn’t answer.
He tried again:
“You know how to fight? “
This time, something flashed in his eyes. Almost nothing, but enough for Joaquim to notice.
He went to get a large hunting blade, held it by the metal part and stretched the handle towards it. Benedita didn’t take it. She looked at him suspiciously.
Joaquim then placed the blade on the ground, between them, and stepped back.
He explained to her that he didn’t want to hurt her or send her to the fields. He had another plan, but he needed her to trust him a little, at least for tonight.w
He then told her his story. Ten years earlier, he had had an only son, Vicente, an intelligent and courageous boy. One day, on their way back from the city, they were attacked by bandits. Vicente tried to defend his father and was stabbed in the chest. He had died in Joaquim’s arms.
Three years later, Joaquim’s wife died of fever. He remained alone, with his land, his pain and a debt of 12 contos de reis to Baron de Araújo, the most powerful man in the region.
If he didn’t pay before the end of the year, he would lose the property.
Baron de Araújo’s tournament
Joaquim then explained the opportunity that could change everything. The baron had a daughter, Eduarda, aged twenty-two. Unlike other women in her community, she loved riding horses, hunting, fighting and betting.
Every year, she organized a tournament on her father’s property. Fighters from all over the region came to compete: boxing, freestyle wrestling and other forms of combat. The winner won 100 contos of reis.
This sum would be enough to pay Joaquim’s debt, restore the quinta and allow him to hold on for years.
But Joaquim didn’t know how to fight. He was old, weakened, with no real luck.
He then told Benedita what he had seen in her: not a useless woman, but a fighter. A force that no one had been able to understand, because no one had ever given her the opportunity to use it for herself.
Every day, Benedita trained for five hours, then returned to work at the fazenda to keep up appearances. The months passed. His body strengthened, his movements became clearer, his posture more secure.
In September, three months before the tournament, Joaquim decided to test it. He stood in front of her for a simulation.
