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"
Thee
would
do
well
to
go
to
bed
now
,
"
the
woman
said
to
Robert
Jordan
.
"
Thou
hast
had
a
long
journey
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Robert
Jordan
.
"
I
will
get
my
things
.
"
He
was
asleep
in
the
robe
and
he
had
been
asleep
,
he
thought
,
for
a
long
time
.
The
robe
was
spread
on
the
forest
floor
in
the
lee
of
the
rocks
beyond
the
cave
mouth
and
as
he
slept
,
he
turned
,
and
turning
rolled
on
his
pistol
which
was
fastened
by
a
lanyard
to
one
wrist
and
had
been
by
his
side
under
the
cover
when
he
went
to
sleep
,
shoulder
and
back
weary
,
leg
-
tired
,
his
muscles
pulled
with
tiredness
so
that
the
ground
was
soft
,
and
simply
stretching
in
the
robe
against
the
flannel
lining
was
voluptuous
with
fatigue
.
Waking
,
he
wondered
where
he
was
,
knew
,
and
then
shifted
the
pistol
from
under
his
side
and
settled
happily
to
stretch
back
into
sleep
,
his
hand
on
the
pillow
of
his
clothing
that
was
bundled
neatly
around
his
rope
-
soled
shoes
.
He
had
one
arm
around
the
pillow
.
Then
he
felt
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
turned
quickly
,
his
right
hand
holding
the
pistol
under
the
robe
.
"
Oh
,
it
is
thee
,
"
he
said
and
dropping
the
pistol
he
reached
both
arms
up
and
pulled
her
down
.
With
his
arms
around
her
he
could
feel
her
shivering
.
"
Get
in
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
It
is
cold
out
there
.
"
"
No
.
I
must
not
.
"
"
Get
in
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
we
can
talk
about
it
later
.
"
She
was
trembling
and
he
held
her
wrist
now
with
one
hand
and
held
her
lightly
with
the
other
arm
.
She
had
turned
her
head
away
.
"
Get
in
,
little
rabbit
,
"
he
said
and
kissed
her
on
the
back
of
the
neck
.
