Chapter 5

           RobertJordanpushedasidethesaddleblanketthathungoverthemouthofthecaveand,steppingout,tookadeepbreathofthecoldnightair.Themisthadclearedawayandthestarswereout.Therewasnowind,and,outsidenowofthewarmairofthecave,heavywithsmokeofbothtobaccoandcharcoal,withtheodorofcookedriceandmeat,saffron,pimentos,andoil,thetarry,wine-spilledsmellofthebigskinhungbesidethedoor,hungbytheneckandthefourlegsextended,winedrawnfromaplugfittedinoneleg,winethatspilledalittleontotheearthofthefloor,settlingthedustsmell;outnowfromtheodorsofdifferentherbswhosenameshedidnotknowthathunginbunchesfromtheceiling,withlongropesofgarlic,awaynowfromthecopper-penny,redwineandgarlic,horsesweatandmansweatdriedintheclothing(acridandgraythemansweat,sweetandsicklythedriedbrushed-offlatherofhorsesweat),ofthemenatthetable,RobertJordanbreatheddeeplyoftheclearnightairofthemountainsthatsmelledofthepinesandofthedewonthegrassinthemeadowbythestream.Dewhadfallenheavilysincethewindhaddropped,but,ashestoodthere,hethoughttherewouldbefrostbymorning.

           Ashestoodbreathingdeepandthenlisteningtothenight,heheardfirst,firingfaraway,andthenheheardanowlcryinthetimberbelow,wherethehorsecorralwasslung.Theninsidethecavehecouldhearthegypsystartingtosingandthesoftchordingofaguitar.

           

           "Ihadaninheritancefrommyfather,"

           

           

           theartificiallyhardenedvoiceroseharshlyandhungthere.Thenwenton:

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