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"
With
those
five
I
will
deal
with
the
lower
post
as
well
as
Sordo
would
have
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
will
cut
the
wire
and
fall
back
upon
the
bridge
as
we
convened
.
"
We
went
over
this
all
ten
minutes
ago
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
I
wonder
why
this
now
—
"
There
is
a
possibility
of
making
it
to
Gredos
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Truly
,
I
have
thought
much
of
it
.
"
I
believe
you
’
ve
had
another
flash
in
the
last
few
minutes
,
Robert
Jordan
said
to
himself
.
You
have
had
another
revelation
.
But
you
’
re
not
going
to
convince
me
that
I
am
invited
.
No
,
Pablo
.
Do
not
ask
me
to
believe
too
much
.
Ever
since
Pablo
had
come
into
the
cave
and
said
he
had
five
men
Robert
Jordan
felt
increasingly
better
.
Seeing
Pablo
again
had
broken
the
pattern
of
tragedy
into
which
the
whole
operation
had
seemed
grooved
ever
since
the
snow
,
and
since
Pablo
had
been
back
he
felt
not
that
his
luck
had
turned
,
since
he
did
not
believe
in
luck
,
but
that
the
whole
thing
had
turned
for
the
better
and
that
now
it
was
possible
.
Instead
of
the
surety
of
failure
he
felt
confidence
rising
in
him
as
a
tire
begins
to
fill
with
air
from
a
slow
pump
.
There
was
little
difference
at
first
,
although
there
was
a
definite
beginning
,
as
when
the
pump
starts
and
the
rubber
of
the
tube
crawls
a
little
,
but
it
came
now
as
steadily
as
a
tide
rising
or
the
sap
rising
in
a
tree
until
he
began
to
feel
the
first
edge
of
that
negation
of
apprehension
that
often
turned
into
actual
happiness
before
action
.
This
was
the
greatest
gift
that
he
had
,
the
talent
that
fitted
him
for
war
;
that
ability
not
to
ignore
but
to
despise
whatever
bad
ending
there
could
be
.
This
quality
was
destroyed
by
too
much
responsibility
for
others
or
the
necessity
of
undertaking
something
ill
planned
or
badly
conceived
.
For
in
such
things
the
bad
ending
,
failure
,
could
not
be
ignored
.
It
was
not
simply
a
possibility
of
harm
to
one
’
s
self
,
which
could
be
ignored
.
He
knew
he
himself
was
nothing
,
and
he
knew
death
was
nothing
.
He
knew
that
truly
,
as
truly
as
he
knew
anything
.
In
the
last
few
days
he
had
learned
that
he
himself
,
with
another
person
,
could
be
everything
.
But
inside
himself
he
knew
that
this
was
the
exception
.
That
we
have
had
,
he
thought
.
In
that
I
have
been
most
fortunate
.
That
was
given
to
me
,
perhaps
,
because
I
never
asked
for
it
.
That
cannot
be
taken
away
nor
lost
.
But
that
is
over
and
done
with
now
on
this
morning
and
what
there
is
to
do
now
is
our
work
.
And
you
,
he
said
to
himself
,
I
am
glad
to
see
you
getting
a
little
something
back
that
was
badly
missing
for
a
time
.
But
you
were
pretty
bad
back
there
.
I
was
ashamed
enough
of
you
,
there
for
a
while
.
Only
I
was
you
.
There
wasn
’
t
any
me
to
judge
you
.
We
were
all
in
bad
shape
.
You
and
me
and
both
of
us
.
Come
on
now
.
Quit
thinking
like
a
schizophrenic
.
One
at
a
time
,
now
.
You
’
re
all
right
again
now
.
But
listen
,
you
must
not
think
of
the
girl
all
day
ever
.
You
can
do
nothing
now
to
protect
her
except
to
keep
her
out
of
it
,
and
that
you
are
doing
.
There
are
evidently
going
to
be
plenty
of
horses
if
you
can
believe
the
signs
.
The
best
thing
you
can
do
for
her
is
to
do
the
job
well
and
fast
and
get
out
,
and
thinking
of
her
will
only
handicap
you
in
this
.
So
do
not
think
of
her
ever
.
Having
thought
this
out
he
waited
until
Maria
came
up
walking
with
Pilar
and
Rafael
and
the
horses
.
"
Hi
,
guapa
,
"
he
said
to
her
in
the
dark
,
"
how
are
you
?
"
