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The
Comintern
had
educated
them
there
.
In
a
revolution
you
could
not
admit
to
outsiders
who
helped
you
nor
that
any
one
knew
more
than
he
was
supposed
to
know
.
He
had
learned
that
.
If
a
thing
was
right
fundamentally
the
lying
was
not
supposed
to
matter
.
There
was
a
lot
of
lying
though
.
He
did
not
care
for
the
lying
at
first
.
He
hated
it
.
Then
later
he
had
come
to
like
it
.
It
was
part
of
being
an
insider
but
it
was
a
very
corrupting
business
.
It
was
at
Gaylord
’
s
that
you
learned
that
Valentín
Gonzalez
,
called
El
Campesino
or
The
Peasant
,
had
never
been
a
peasant
but
was
an
ex
-
sergeant
in
the
Spanish
Foreign
Legion
who
had
deserted
and
fought
with
Abd
el
Krim
.
That
was
all
right
,
too
.
Why
shouldn
’
t
he
be
?
You
had
to
have
these
peasant
leaders
quickly
in
this
sort
of
war
and
a
real
peasant
leader
might
be
a
little
too
much
like
Pablo
.
You
couldn
’
t
wait
for
the
real
Peasant
Leader
to
arrive
and
he
might
have
too
many
peasant
characteristics
when
he
did
.
So
you
had
to
manufacture
one
.
At
that
,
from
what
he
had
seen
of
Campesino
,
with
his
black
beard
,
his
thick
negroid
lips
,
and
his
feverish
,
staring
eyes
,
he
thought
he
might
give
almost
as
much
trouble
as
a
real
peasant
leader
.
The
last
time
he
had
seen
him
he
seemed
to
have
gotten
to
believe
his
own
publicity
and
think
he
was
a
peasant
.
He
was
a
brave
,
tough
man
;
no
braver
in
the
world
.
But
God
,
how
he
talked
too
much
.
And
when
he
was
excited
he
would
say
anything
no
matter
what
the
consequences
of
his
indiscretion
.
And
those
consequences
had
been
many
already
.
He
was
a
wonderful
Brigade
Commander
though
in
a
situation
where
it
looked
as
though
everything
was
lost
.
He
never
knew
when
everything
was
lost
and
if
it
was
,
he
would
fight
out
of
it
.
At
Gaylord
’
s
,
too
,
you
met
the
simple
stonemason
,
Enrique
Lister
from
Galicia
,
who
now
commanded
a
division
and
who
talked
Russian
,
too
.
And
you
met
the
cabinet
worker
,
Juan
Modesto
from
Andalucía
who
had
just
been
given
an
Army
Corps
.
He
never
learned
his
Russian
in
Puerto
de
Santa
Maria
although
he
might
have
if
they
had
a
Berlitz
School
there
that
the
cabinet
makers
went
to
.
He
was
the
most
trusted
of
the
young
soldiers
by
the
Russians
because
he
was
a
true
party
man
,
"
a
hundred
per
cent
"
they
said
,
proud
to
use
the
Americanism
.
He
was
much
more
intelligent
than
Lister
or
El
Campesino
.
Sure
,
Gaylord
’
s
was
the
place
you
needed
to
complete
your
education
.
It
was
there
you
learned
how
it
was
all
really
done
instead
of
how
it
was
supposed
to
be
done
.
He
had
only
started
his
education
,
he
thought
.
He
wondered
whether
he
would
continue
with
it
long
.
Gaylord
’
s
was
good
and
sound
and
what
he
needed
.
At
the
start
when
he
had
still
believed
all
the
nonsense
it
had
come
as
a
shock
to
him
.
But
now
he
knew
enough
to
accept
the
necessity
for
all
the
deception
and
what
he
learned
at
Gaylord
’
s
only
strengthened
him
in
his
belief
in
the
things
that
he
did
hold
to
be
true
.
He
liked
to
know
how
it
really
was
;
not
how
it
was
supposed
to
be
.
There
was
always
lying
in
a
war
.
But
the
truth
of
Lister
,
Modesto
,
and
El
Campesino
was
much
better
than
the
lies
and
legends
.
Well
,
some
day
they
would
tell
the
truth
to
every
one
and
meantime
he
was
glad
there
was
a
Gaylord
’
s
for
his
own
learning
of
it
.
Yes
,
that
was
where
he
would
go
in
Madrid
after
he
had
bought
the
books
and
after
he
had
lain
in
the
hot
bath
and
had
a
couple
of
drinks
and
had
read
awhile
.
But
that
was
before
Maria
had
come
into
all
this
that
he
had
that
plan
.
All
right
.
They
would
have
two
rooms
and
she
could
do
what
she
liked
while
he
went
up
there
and
he
’
d
come
back
from
Gaylord
’
s
to
her
.
She
had
waited
up
in
the
hills
all
this
time
.
She
could
wait
a
little
while
at
the
Hotel
Florida
.
They
would
have
three
days
in
Madrid
.
Three
days
could
be
a
long
time
.
He
’
d
take
her
to
see
the
Marx
Brothers
at
the
Opera
.
That
had
been
running
for
three
months
now
and
would
certainly
be
good
for
three
months
more
.
She
’
d
like
the
Marx
Brothers
at
the
Opera
,
he
thought
.
She
’
d
like
that
very
much
.
It
was
a
long
way
from
Gaylord
’
s
to
this
cave
though
.
No
,
that
was
not
the
long
way
.
The
long
way
was
going
to
be
from
this
cave
to
Gaylord
’
s
.
Kashkin
had
taken
him
there
first
and
he
had
not
liked
it
.
Kashkin
had
said
he
should
meet
Karkov
because
Karkov
wanted
to
know
Americans
and
because
he
was
the
greatest
lover
of
Lope
de
Vega
in
the
world
and
thought
"
Fuente
Ovejuna
"
was
the
greatest
play
ever
written
.
Maybe
it
was
at
that
,
but
he
,
Robert
Jordan
,
did
not
think
so
.
He
had
liked
Karkov
but
not
the
place
.
Karkov
was
the
most
intelligent
man
he
had
ever
met
.
Wearing
black
riding
boots
,
gray
breeches
,
and
a
gray
tunic
,
with
tiny
hands
and
feet
,
puffily
fragile
of
face
and
body
,
with
a
spitting
way
of
talking
through
his
bad
teeth
,
he
looked
comic
when
Robert
Jordan
first
saw
him
.
But
he
had
more
brains
and
more
inner
dignity
and
outer
insolence
and
humor
than
any
man
that
he
had
ever
known
.
