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Robert
Jordan
climbed
up
,
over
and
around
the
gray
boulders
that
were
wet
now
under
his
hands
as
he
pulled
himself
up
.
The
sun
was
melting
the
snow
on
them
fast
.
The
tops
of
the
boulders
were
drying
and
as
he
climbed
he
looked
across
the
country
and
saw
the
pine
woods
and
the
long
open
glade
and
the
dip
of
the
country
before
the
high
mountains
beyond
.
Then
he
stood
beside
Primitivo
in
a
hollow
behind
two
boulders
and
the
short
,
brown
-
faced
man
said
to
him
,
"
They
are
attacking
Sordo
.
What
is
it
that
we
do
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
heard
the
firing
clearly
here
and
as
he
looked
across
the
country
,
he
saw
,
far
off
,
across
the
distant
valley
where
the
country
rose
steeply
again
,
a
troop
of
cavalry
ride
out
of
the
timber
and
cross
the
snowy
slope
riding
uphill
in
the
direction
of
the
firing
.
He
saw
the
oblong
double
line
of
men
and
horses
dark
against
the
snow
as
they
forced
at
an
angle
up
the
hill
.
He
watched
the
double
line
top
the
ridge
and
go
into
the
farther
timber
.
"
We
have
to
aid
them
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
His
voice
was
dry
and
flat
.
"
It
is
impossible
,
"
Robert
Jordan
told
him
.
"
I
have
expected
this
all
morning
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
They
went
to
steal
horses
last
night
.
The
snow
stopped
and
they
tracked
them
up
there
.
"
"
But
we
have
to
aid
them
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
"
We
cannot
leave
them
alone
to
this
.
Those
are
our
comrades
.
"
Robert
Jordan
put
his
hand
on
the
other
man
’
s
shoulder
.
"
We
can
do
nothing
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
we
could
I
would
do
it
.
"
