CHAPTER 28
AftertheplaneswentawayRobertJordanandPrimitivoheardthefiringstartandhisheartseemedtostartagainwithit.Acloudofsmokedriftedoverthelastridgethathecouldseeinthehighcountryandtheplaneswerethreesteadilyrecedingspecksinthesky.
They’veprobablybombedhelloutoftheirowncavalryandnevertouchedSordoandCompany,RobertJordansaidtohimself.Thedamnedplanesscareyoutodeathbuttheydon’tkillyou.
“Thecombatgoeson,”Primitivosaid,listeningtotheheavyfiring.Hehadwincedateachbombthudandnowhelickedhisdrylips.
“Whynot?”RobertJordansaid.“Thosethingsneverkillanybody.”
Thenthefiringstoppedabsolutelyandhedidnothearanothershot.LieutenantBerrendo’spistolshotdidnotcarrythatfar.
Whenthefiringfirststoppeditdidnotaffecthim.Thenasthequietkeptonahollowfeelingcameinhischest.Thenheheardthegrenadesburstandforamomenthisheartrose.Theneverythingwasquietagainandthequietkeptonandheknewthatitwasover.
Mariacameupfromthecampwithatinbucketofstewedharewithmushroomssunkenintherichgravyandasackwithbread,aleatherwinebottle,fourtinplates,twocupsandfourspoons.ShestoppedatthegunandladledouttwoplatesforAgustínandEladio,whohadreplacedAnselmoatthegun,andgavethembreadandunscrewedthehorntipofthewinebottleandpouredtwocupsofwine.
RobertJordanwatchedherclimbinglithelyuptohislookoutpost,thesackoverhershoulder,thebucketinonehand,hercroppedheadbrightinthesun.Heclimbeddownandtookthebucketandhelpedherupthelastboulder.
“Whatdidtheaviationdo?”sheasked,hereyesfrightened.
“BombedSordo.”
Hehadthebucketopenandwasladlingoutstewontoaplate.
“Aretheystillfighting?”
“No.Itisover.”
“Oh,”shesaidandbitherlipandlookedoutacrossthecountry.
“Ihavenoappetite,”Primitivosaid.
“Eatanyway,”RobertJordantoldhim.
“Icouldnotswallowfood.”
“Takeadrinkofthis,man,”RobertJordansaidandhandedhimthewinebottle.“Theneat.”
“ThisofSordohastakenawaydesire,”Primitivosaid.“Eat,thou.Ihavenodesire.”
Mariawentovertohimandputherarmsaroundhisneckandkissedhim.
“Eat,oldone,”shesaid.“Eachoneshouldtakecareofhisstrength.”
Primitivoturnedawayfromher.Hetookthewinebottleandtippinghisheadbackswallowedsteadilywhilehesquirtedajetofwineintothebackofhismouth.Thenhefilledhisplatefromthebucketandcommencedtoeat.
RobertJordanlookedatMariaandshookhishead.Shesatdownbyhimandputherarmaroundhisshoulder.EachknewhowtheotherfeltandtheysatthereandRobertJordanatethestew,takingtimetoappreciatethemushroomscompletely,andhedrankthewineandtheysaidnothing.
“Youmaystayhere,guapa,ifyouwant,”hesaidafterawhilewhenthefoodwasalleaten.
“Nay,”shesaid.“ImustgotoPilar.”
“Itisallrighttostayhere.Idonotthinkthatanythingwillhappennow.”
“Nay.ImustgotoPilar.Sheisgivingmeinstruction.”
“Whatdoesshegivethee?”
“Instruction.”Shesmiledathimandthenkissedhim.“Didyouneverhearofreligiousinstruction?”Sheblushed.“Itissomethinglikethat.”Sheblushedagain.“Butdifferent.”
“Gotothyinstruction,”hesaidandpattedheronthehead.Shesmiledathimagain,thensaidtoPrimitivo,“Doyouwantanythingfrombelow?”
“No,daughter,”hesaid.Theybothsawthathewasstillnotyetrecovered.
“Salud,oldone,”shesaidtohim.
“Listen,”Primitivosaid.“Ihavenofeartodiebuttoleavethemalonethus—”hisvoicebroke.
“Therewasnochoice,”RobertJordantoldhim.
“Iknow.Butallthesame.”
“Therewasnochoice,”RobertJordanrepeated.“Andnowitisbetternottospeakofit.”
“Yes.Buttherealonewithnoaidfromus—”
“Muchbetternottospeakofit,”RobertJordansaid.“Andthou,guapa,gettheetothyinstruction.”
Hewatchedherclimbdownthroughtherocks.Thenhesatthereforalongtimethinkingandwatchingthehighcountry.
Primitivospoketohimbuthedidnotanswer.Itwashotinthesunbuthedidnotnoticetheheatwhilehesatwatchingthehillslopesandthelongpatchesofpinetreesthatstretchedupthehighestslope.Anhourpassedandthesunwasfartohisleftnowwhenhesawthemcomingoverthecrestoftheslopeandhepickeduphisglasses.
Thehorsesshowedsmallandminuteasthefirsttworiderscameintosightonthelonggreenslopeofthehighhill.Thentherewerefourmorehorsemencomingdown,spreadoutacrossthewidehillandthenthroughhisglasseshesawthedoublecolumnofmenandhorsesrideintothesharpclarityofhisvision.Ashewatchedthemhefeltsweatcomefromhisarmpitsandrundownhisflanks.Onemanrodeattheheadofthecolumn.Thencamemorehorsemen.Thencametheriderlesshorseswiththeirburdenstiedacrossthesaddles.Thenthereweretworiders.Thencamethewoundedwithmenwalkingbythemastheyrode.Thencamemorecavalrytoclosethecolumn.
RobertJordanwatchedthemridedowntheslopeandoutofsightintothetimber.Hecouldnotseeatthatdistancetheloadonesaddleboreofalongrolledponchotiedateachendandatintervalssothatitbulgedbetweeneachlashingasapodbulgeswithpeas.Thiswastiedacrossthesaddleandateachenditwaslashedtothestirrupleathers.AlongsidethisonthetopofthesaddletheautomaticrifleSordohadservedwaslashedarrogantly.
LieutenantBerrendo,whowasridingattheheadofthecolumn,hisflankersout,hispointpushedwellforward,feltnoarrogance.Hefeltonlythehollownessthatcomesafteraction.Hewasthinking:takingtheheadsisbarbarous.Butproofandidentificationisnecessary.Iwillhavetroubleenoughaboutthisasitisandwhoknows?Thisoftheheadsmayappealtothem.Therearethoseofthemwholikesuchthings.ItispossibletheywillsendthemalltoBurgos.Itisabarbarousbusiness.Theplanesweremuchos.Much.Much.Butwecouldhavedoneitall,andalmostwithoutlosses,withaStokesmortar.Twomulestocarrytheshellsandamulewithamortaroneachsideofthepacksaddle.Whatanarmywewouldbethen!Withthefirepowerofalltheseautomaticweapons.Andanothermule.No,twomulestocarryammunition.Leaveitalone,hetoldhimself.Itisnolongercavalry.Leaveitalone.You’rebuildingyourselfanarmy.Nextyouwillwantamountaingun.
ThenhethoughtofJulián,deadonthehill,deadnow,tiedacrossahorsethereinthefirsttroop,andasherodedownintothedarkpineforest,leavingthesunlightbehindhimonthehill,ridingnowinthequietdarkoftheforest,hestartedtosayaprayerforhimagain.
“Hail,holyqueenmotherofmercy,”hestarted.“Ourlife,oursweetnessandourhope.Totheedowesendupoursighs,mourningsandweepingsinthisvalleyoftears—”
Hewentonwiththeprayerthehorses’hoovessoftonthefallenpineneedles,thelightcomingthroughthetreetrunksinpatchesasitcomesthroughthecolumnsofacathedral,andasheprayedhelookedaheadtoseehisflankersridingthroughthetrees.
HerodeoutoftheforestontotheyellowroadthatledintoLaGranjaandthehorses’hoovesraisedadustthathungoverthemastheyrode.Itpowderedthedeadwhoweretiedfacedownacrossthesaddlesandthewounded,andthosewhowalkedbesidethem,wereinthickdust.
ItwasherethatAnselmosawthemridepastintheirdust.
HecountedthedeadandthewoundedandherecognizedSordo’sautomaticrifle.Hedidnotknowwhattheponcho-wrappedbundlewaswhichflappedagainsttheledhorse’sflanksasthestirrupleathersswungbutwhen,onhiswayhome,hecameinthedarkontothehillwhereSordohadfought,heknewatoncewhatthelongponchorollcontained.Inthedarkhecouldnottellwhohadbeenuponthehill.ButhecountedthosethatlaythereandthenmadeoffacrossthehillsforPablo’scamp.
Walkingaloneinthedark,withafearlikeafreezingofhisheartfromthefeelingtheholesofthebombcratershadgivenhim,fromthemandfromwhathehadfoundonthehill,heputallthoughtofthenextdayoutofhismind.Hesimplywalkedasfastashecouldtobringthenews.AndashewalkedheprayedforthesoulsofSordoandofallhisband.Itwasthefirsttimehehadprayedsincethestartofthemovement.
“Mostkind,mostsweet,mostclementVirgin,”heprayed.
Buthecouldnotkeepfromthinkingofthenextdayfinally.Sohethought:IwilldoexactlyastheInglésaysandashesaystodoit.Butletmebeclosetohim,OLord,andmayhisinstructionsbeexactforIdonotthinkthatIcouldcontrolmyselfunderthebombardmentoftheplanes.Helpme,OLord,tomorrowtocomportmyselfasamanshouldinhislasthours.Helpme,OLord,tounderstandclearlytheneedsoftheday.Helpme,OLord,todominatethemovementofmylegsthatIshouldnotrunwhenthebadmomentcomes.Helpme,OLord,tocomportmyselfasamantomorrowinthedayofbattle.SinceIhaveaskedthisaidofthee,pleasegrantit,knowingIwouldnotaskitifitwerenotserious,andIwillasknothingmoreoftheeagain.
Walkinginthedarkalonehefeltmuchbetterfromhavingprayedandhewassure,now,thathewouldcomporthimselfwell.Walkingnowdownfromthehighcountry,hewentbacktoprayingforthepeopleofSordoandinashorttimehehadreachedtheupperpostwhereFernandochallengedhim.
“ItisI,”heanswered,“Anselmo.”
“Good,”Fernandosaid.
“YouknowofthisofSordo,oldone?”AnselmoaskedFernando,thetwoofthemstandingattheentranceofthebigrocksinthedark.
“Whynot?”Fernandosaid.“Pablohastoldus.”
“Hewasupthere?”
“Whynot?”Fernandosaidstolidly.“Hevisitedthehillassoonasthecavalryleft.”
“Hetoldyou—”
“Hetoldusall,”Fernandosaid.“Whatbarbariansthesefascistsare!WemustdoawaywithallsuchbarbariansinSpain.”Hestopped,thensaidbitterly,“Inthemislackingallconceptionofdignity.”
Anselmogrinnedinthedark.Anhouragohecouldnothaveimaginedthathewouldeversmileagain.Whatamarvel,thatFernando,hethought.
“Yes,”hesaidtoFernando.“Wemustteachthem.Wemusttakeawaytheirplanes,theirautomaticweapons,theirtanks,theirartilleryandteachthemdignity.”
“Exactly,”Fernandosaid.“Iamgladthatyouagree.”
Anselmolefthimstandingtherealonewithhisdignityandwentondowntothecave.