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"
Ayee
,
"
he
said
and
rubbed
his
mouth
.
"
It
is
fire
.
"
"
Come
on
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
in
the
dark
.
"
Let
us
go
.
"
It
was
so
dark
now
you
could
only
see
the
flakes
blowing
past
and
the
rigid
dark
of
the
pine
trunks
.
Fernando
was
standing
a
little
way
up
the
hill
.
Look
at
that
cigar
store
Indian
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
I
suppose
I
have
to
offer
him
a
drink
.
"
Hey
,
Fernando
,
"
he
said
as
he
came
up
to
him
.
"
A
swallow
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Fernando
.
"
Thank
you
.
"
Thank
you
,
I
mean
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
I
’
m
glad
cigar
store
Indians
don
’
t
drink
.
There
isn
’
t
too
much
of
that
left
.
Boy
,
I
’
m
glad
to
see
this
old
man
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
He
looked
at
Anselmo
and
then
clapped
him
on
the
back
again
as
they
started
up
the
hill
.
"
I
’
m
glad
to
see
you
,
viejo
,
"
he
said
to
Anselmo
.
"
If
I
ever
get
gloomy
,
when
I
see
you
it
cheers
me
up
.
Come
on
,
let
’
s
get
up
there
.
"
They
were
going
up
the
hill
in
the
snow
.
"
Back
to
the
palace
of
Pablo
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
Anselmo
.
It
sounded
wonderful
in
Spanish
.
"
El
Palacio
del
Miedo
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
The
Palace
of
Fear
.
"
