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"
What
she
says
is
true
,
Inglés
,
"
the
gypsy
,
Rafael
,
said
.
"
It
is
a
well
-
known
thing
among
us
.
"
"
I
believe
nothing
of
it
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Listen
,
Inglés
,
"
Anselmo
began
.
"
I
am
against
all
such
wizardry
.
But
this
Pilar
has
the
fame
of
being
very
advanced
in
such
things
.
"
"
But
what
does
it
smell
like
?
"
Fernando
asked
.
"
What
odor
has
it
?
If
there
be
an
odor
it
must
be
a
definite
odor
.
"
"
You
want
to
know
,
Fernandito
?
"
Pilar
smiled
at
him
.
"
You
think
that
you
could
smell
it
?
"
"
If
it
actually
exists
why
should
I
not
smell
it
as
well
as
another
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
Pilar
was
making
fun
of
him
,
her
big
hands
folded
across
her
knees
.
"
Hast
thou
ever
been
aboard
a
ship
,
Fernando
?
"
"
Nay
.
And
I
would
not
wish
to
.
"
"
Then
thou
might
not
recognize
it
.
For
part
of
it
is
the
smell
that
comes
when
,
on
a
ship
,
there
is
a
storm
and
the
portholes
are
closed
up
.
Put
your
nose
against
the
brass
handle
of
a
screwed
-
tight
porthole
on
a
rolling
ship
that
is
swaying
under
you
so
that
you
are
faint
and
hollow
in
the
stomach
and
you
have
a
part
of
that
smell
.
"
"
It
would
be
impossible
for
me
to
recognize
because
I
will
go
on
no
ship
,
"
Fernando
said
.
