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"
Calm
thyself
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
You
will
be
fighting
them
soon
enough
.
Here
comes
the
woman
.
"
Pilar
was
climbing
up
to
them
,
making
heavy
going
of
it
in
the
boulders
.
Primitivo
kept
saying
.
"
Obscenity
them
.
Oh
,
God
and
the
Virgin
,
befoul
them
,
"
each
time
for
firing
rolled
down
the
wind
,
and
Robert
Jordan
climbed
down
to
help
Pilar
up
.
"
Qué
tal
,
woman
,
"
he
said
,
taking
hold
of
both
her
wrists
and
hoisting
as
she
climbed
heavily
over
the
last
boulder
.
"
Thy
binoculars
,
"
she
said
and
lifted
their
strap
over
her
head
.
"
So
it
has
come
to
Sordo
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Pobre
,
"
she
said
in
commiseration
.
"
Poor
Sordo
.
"
She
was
breathing
heavily
from
the
climb
and
she
took
hold
of
Robert
Jordan
’
s
hand
and
gripped
it
tight
in
hers
as
she
looked
out
over
the
country
.
"
How
does
the
combat
seem
?
"
"
Bad
.
Very
bad
.
"
