After the wedding lamp is thrown in the river, Ben-Zayb rushes to his entresol with censor approval already in pocket, sacrificing dinner to draft the sublimest article under Philippine skies so the Captain-General will not leave without his dithyrambs. He turns inverted gods into heroes: Padre Irene's dive under the table becomes submarine valor along the submensal route, Salvi's swoon grief for Indian ingratitude, the thief a terror-stricken self-convicted coward, and martial law the moral of the feast. He compares Roman senators to nervous schoolgirls and calls for strong hands against malefactors. At dawn the editor returns the copy forbidden: his Excellency wants no mention, no rumors, lest seven greater gods surprised at table endanger the integrity of the fatherland.
Ben-Zayb mourns his murdered masterpiece like a stillborn child, comparing his poison-press rums to toxins sold only among people who cannot refuse. He bows like Abraham to patriotism and prays for another crime. The editor explains no search for lamp or thief and recommends halberdiers at future private dinners. A Pasig country-house robbery offers hope until he arrives and finds Padre Camorra with a scratched hand, fifty pesos stolen, three or four bolos, not the epic he drafted in the carriage. He insists the robbers must have numbered more, altercation and all, because the peroration cannot go to waste.
Then captives whisper Matanglawin plots, Santa Mesa, convento sacks, a sunburnt Spaniard with white hair claiming the General's friendship and a cannon signal Simoun failed to fire twice. Torture follows the blasphemy until powder and cartridges in Simoun's house make whispers plausible; insiders pale and say they had a narrow escape. Ben-Zayb loads revolvers, visits Don Custodio plotting against American jewelers, and learns through pantomime what to do wherever Simoun is found and what happens to diamonds if they find him.
Rizal satirises journalism that manufactures heroism until censorship or facts intrude, then inflates bandits for column inches anyway. The fatherland's integrity requires silence about frightened gods and halberdiers at future dinners. Ben-Zayb ends with loaded pockets and mime. When the press serves prestige before truth, who still believes the version that gets printed?
Coming Up in Chapter 37
Despite official silence, mutilated rumors reach Santa Cruz jewelers' parlours, and Orenda's friends can talk of nothing except what happened at Don Timoteo's fiesta and Simoun's disappearance.