No one mourns the death of Doctor Jacinto. They drink from his wine barrels, divide up his gold and his house, but for the men who remain in the village, just enough to carry the coffin along the winding mountain paths that lead to the cemetery, the burden is not willingly accepted. Nestled between rugged hills, the lands of Portalinho are isolated from the world. "The dead man killed," the people say on the sly. The Doctor will never leave the village. His legacy will endure.
