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Chapter 22

           "Iamapoor,unluckyman."

           "Ifthouwertnotagypsy,Iwouldshootthee."

           "No,Roberto.Don’tsaythat.Iamsorry.Itwasthehares.BeforedaylightIheardthemalethumpinginthesnow.Youcannotimaginewhatadebauchtheywereengagedin.Iwenttowardthenoisebuttheyweregone.IfollowedthetracksinthesnowandhighupIfoundthemtogetherandslewthemboth.Feelthefatnessofthetwoforthistimeofyear.ThinkwhatthePilarwilldowiththosetwo.Iamsorry,Roberto,assorryasthee.Wasthecavalrymankilled?"

           "Yes."

           "Bythee?"

           "Yes."

           "Quétio!"thegypsysaidinopenflattery."Thouartaveritablephenomenon."

           "Thymother!"RobertJordansaid.Hecouldnothelpgrinningatthegypsy."Takethyharestocampandbringusupsomebreakfast."

           Heputahandoutandfeltoftheharesthatlaylimp,long,heavy,thick-furred,big-footedandlong-earedinthesnow,theirrounddarkeyesopen.

           "Theyarefat,"hesaid.

           "Fat!"thegypsysaid."There’satuboflardontheribsofeachone.InmylifehaveIneverdreamedofsuchhares."

           "Gothen,"RobertJordansaid,"andcomequicklywiththebreakfastandbringtomethedocumentationofthatrequeté.AskPilarforit."

           "Youarenotangrywithme,Roberto?"

           "Notangry.Disgustedthatyoushouldleaveyourpost.Supposeithadbeenatroopofcavalry?"

           "Rediós,"thegypsysaid."Howreasonableyouare."

           "Listentome.Youcannotleaveapostagainlikethat.Never.

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