“The Maria and I will prepare all for leaving,” Pilar said. Then to Robert Jordan, “Look at him,” nodding at Pablo on the gray horse, sitting him in the heavy-thighed herdsman manner, the horse’s nostrils widening as Pablo replaced the clip in the automatic rifle. “See what a horse has done for him.” “That I should have two horses,” Robert Jordan said fervently. “Danger is thy horse.” “Then give me a mule,” Robert Jordan grinned.
