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"
Yes
.
But
there
alone
with
no
aid
from
us
—
—
"
"
Much
better
not
to
speak
of
it
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
And
thou
,
guapa
,
get
thee
to
thy
instruction
.
"
He
watched
her
climb
down
through
the
rocks
.
Then
he
sat
there
for
a
long
time
thinking
and
watching
the
high
country
.
Primitivo
spoke
to
him
but
he
did
not
answer
.
It
was
hot
in
the
sun
but
he
did
not
notice
the
heat
while
he
sat
watching
the
hill
slopes
and
the
long
patches
of
pine
trees
that
stretched
up
the
highest
slope
.
An
hour
passed
and
the
sun
was
far
to
his
left
now
when
he
saw
them
coming
over
the
crest
of
the
slope
and
he
picked
up
his
glasses
.
The
horses
showed
small
and
minute
as
the
first
two
riders
came
into
sight
on
the
long
green
slope
of
the
high
hill
.
Then
there
were
four
more
horsemen
coming
down
,
spread
out
across
the
wide
hill
and
then
through
his
glasses
he
saw
the
double
column
of
men
and
horses
ride
into
the
sharp
clarity
of
his
vision
.
As
he
watched
them
he
felt
sweat
come
from
his
armpits
and
run
down
his
flanks
.
One
man
rode
at
the
head
of
the
column
.
Then
came
more
horsemen
.
Then
came
the
riderless
horses
with
their
burdens
tied
across
the
saddles
.
Then
there
were
two
riders
.
Then
came
the
wounded
with
men
walking
by
them
as
they
rode
.
Then
came
more
cavalry
to
close
the
column
.
Robert
Jordan
watched
them
ride
down
the
slope
and
out
of
sight
into
the
timber
.
He
could
not
see
at
that
distance
the
load
one
saddle
bore
of
a
long
rolled
poncho
tied
at
each
end
and
at
intervals
so
that
it
bulged
between
each
lashing
as
a
pod
bulges
with
peas
.
This
was
tied
across
the
saddle
and
at
each
end
it
was
lashed
to
the
stirrup
leathers
.
Alongside
this
on
the
top
of
the
saddle
the
automatic
rifle
Sordo
had
served
was
lashed
arrogantly
.
Lieutenant
Berrendo
,
who
was
riding
at
the
head
of
the
column
,
his
flankers
out
,
his
point
pushed
well
forward
,
felt
no
arrogance
.
He
felt
only
the
hollowness
that
comes
after
action
.
He
was
thinking
:
taking
the
heads
is
barbarous
.
But
proof
and
identification
is
necessary
.
I
will
have
trouble
enough
about
this
as
it
is
and
who
knows
?
This
of
the
heads
may
appeal
to
them
.
There
are
those
of
them
who
like
such
things
.
It
is
possible
they
will
send
them
all
to
Burgos
.
It
is
a
barbarous
business
.
The
planes
were
muchos
.
Much
.
Much
.
But
we
could
have
done
it
all
,
and
almost
without
losses
,
with
a
Stokes
mortar
.
Two
mules
to
carry
the
shells
and
a
mule
with
a
mortar
on
each
side
of
the
pack
saddle
.
What
an
army
we
would
be
then
!
With
the
fire
power
of
all
these
automatic
weapons
.
And
another
mule
.
No
,
two
mules
to
carry
ammunition
.
Leave
it
alone
,
he
told
himself
.
It
is
no
longer
cavalry
.
Leave
it
alone
.
You
’
re
building
yourself
an
army
.
Next
you
will
want
a
mountain
gun
.
Then
he
thought
of
Julián
,
dead
on
the
hill
,
dead
now
,
tied
across
a
horse
there
in
the
first
troop
,
and
as
he
rode
down
into
the
dark
pine
forest
,
leaving
the
sunlight
behind
him
on
the
hill
,
riding
now
in
the
quiet
dark
of
the
forest
,
he
started
to
say
a
prayer
for
him
again
.
"
Hail
,
holy
queen
mother
of
mercy
,
"
he
started
.
"
Our
life
,
our
sweetness
and
our
hope
.
To
thee
do
we
send
up
our
sighs
,
mournings
and
weepings
in
this
valley
of
tears
—
—
"
