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"
Did
you
bring
the
documentation
of
the
requeté
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
her
.
"
How
stupid
I
am
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
forgot
it
.
I
will
send
the
Maria
.
"
It
was
three
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
before
the
planes
came
.
The
snow
had
all
been
gone
by
noon
and
the
rocks
were
hot
now
in
the
sun
.
There
were
no
clouds
in
the
sky
and
Robert
Jordan
sat
in
the
rocks
with
his
shirt
off
browning
his
back
in
the
sun
and
reading
the
letters
that
had
been
in
the
pockets
of
the
dead
cavalryman
.
From
time
to
time
he
would
stop
reading
to
look
across
the
open
slope
to
the
line
of
the
timber
,
look
over
the
high
country
above
and
then
return
to
the
letters
.
No
more
cavalry
had
appeared
.
At
intervals
there
would
be
the
sound
of
a
shot
from
the
direction
of
El
Sordo
’
s
camp
.
But
the
firing
was
desultory
.
From
examining
his
military
papers
he
knew
the
boy
was
from
Tafalla
in
Navarra
,
twenty
-
one
years
old
,
unmarried
,
and
the
son
of
a
blacksmith
.
His
regiment
was
the
Nth
cavalry
,
which
surprised
Robert
Jordan
,
for
he
had
believed
that
regiment
to
be
in
the
North
.
He
was
a
Carlist
,
and
he
had
been
wounded
at
the
fighting
for
Irun
at
the
start
of
the
war
.
I
’
ve
probably
seen
him
run
through
the
streets
ahead
of
the
bulls
at
the
feria
in
Pamplona
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
You
never
kill
any
one
that
you
want
to
kill
in
a
war
,
he
said
to
himself
.
Well
,
hardly
ever
,
he
amended
and
went
on
reading
the
letters
.
The
first
letters
he
read
were
very
formal
,
very
carefully
written
and
dealt
almost
entirely
with
local
happenings
.
They
were
from
his
sister
and
Robert
Jordan
learned
that
everything
was
all
right
in
Tafalla
,
that
father
was
well
,
that
mother
was
the
same
as
always
but
with
certain
complaints
about
her
back
,
that
she
hoped
he
was
well
and
not
in
too
great
danger
and
she
was
happy
he
was
doing
away
with
the
Reds
to
liberate
Spain
from
the
domination
of
the
Marxist
hordes
.
Then
there
was
a
list
of
those
boys
from
Tafalla
who
had
been
killed
or
badly
wounded
since
she
wrote
last
.
She
mentioned
ten
who
were
killed
.
That
is
a
great
many
for
a
town
the
size
of
Tafalla
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
There
was
quite
a
lot
of
religion
in
the
letter
and
she
prayed
to
Saint
Anthony
,
to
the
Blessed
Virgin
of
Pilar
,
and
to
other
Virgins
to
protect
him
and
she
wanted
him
never
to
forget
that
he
was
also
protected
by
the
Sacred
Heart
of
Jesus
that
he
wore
still
,
she
trusted
,
at
all
times
over
his
own
heart
where
it
had
been
proven
innumerable
—
this
was
underlined
—
times
to
have
the
power
of
stopping
bullets
.
She
was
as
always
his
loving
sister
Concha
.
This
letter
was
a
little
stained
around
the
edges
and
Robert
Jordan
put
it
carefully
back
with
the
military
papers
and
opened
a
letter
with
a
less
severe
handwriting
.
It
was
from
the
boy
’
s
novia
,
his
fiancée
,
and
it
was
quietly
,
formally
,
and
completely
hysterical
with
concern
for
his
safety
.
Robert
Jordan
read
it
through
and
then
put
all
the
letters
together
with
the
papers
into
his
hip
pocket
.
He
did
not
want
to
read
the
other
letters
.
I
guess
I
’
ve
done
my
good
deed
for
today
,
he
said
to
himself
.
I
guess
you
have
all
right
,
he
repeated
.
