For Whom the Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway [81]
“Kiss me,” Robert Jordan said.
“Nay, this is serious. Wilt thou show me about the pistol? Pilar has rags and oil. There is a cleaning rod inside the cave that should fit it.”
“Sure. I’ll show you.”
“Then,” Maria said. “If you will teach me to shoot it either one of us could shoot the other and himself, or herself, if one were wounded and it were necessary to avoid capture.”
“Very interesting,” Robert Jordan said. “Do you have many ideas like that?”
“Not many,” Maria said. “But it is a good one. Pilar gave me this and showed me how to use it,” she opened the breast pocket of her shirt and took out a cut-down leather holder such as pocket combs are carried in and, removing a wide rubber band that closed both ends, took out a Gem type, single-edged razor blade. “I keep this always,” she explained. “Pilar says you must make the cut here just below the ear and draw it toward here.” She showed him with her finger. “She says there is a big artery there and that drawing the blade from there you cannot miss it. Also, she says there is no pain and you must simply press firmly below the ear and draw it downward. She says it is nothing and that they cannot stop it if it is done.”
“That’s right,” said Robert Jordan. “That’s the carotid artery.”
So she goes around with that all the time, he thought, as a definitely accepted and properly organized possibility.
“But I would rather have thee shoot me,” Maria said. “Promise if there is ever any need that thou wilt shoot me.”
“Sure,” Robert Jordan said. “I promise.”
“Thank thee very much,” Maria told him. “I know it is not easy to do.”
“That’s all right,” Robert Jordan said.
You forget all this, he thought. You forget about the beauties of a civil war when you keep your mind too much on your work. You have forgotten this. Well, you are supposed to. Kashkin couldn’t forget it and it spoiled his work. Or do you think the old boy had a hunch? It was very strange because he had experienced absolutely no emotion about the shooting of Kashkin. He expected that at some time he might have it. But so far there had been absolutely none.
“But there are other things I can do for thee,” Maria told him, walking close beside him, now, very serious and womanly.
“Besides shoot me?”
“Yes. I can roll cigarettes for thee when thou hast no more of those with tubes. Pilar has taught me to roll them very well, tight and neat and not spilling.”
“Excellent,” said Robert Jordan. “Do you lick them yourself?”
“Yes,” the girl said, “and when thou art wounded I will care for thee and dress thy wound and wash thee and feed thee—”
“Maybe I won’t be wounded,” Robert Jordan said.
“Then when you are sick I will care for thee and make thee soups and clean thee and do all for thee. And I will read to thee.”
“Maybe I won’t get sick.”
“Then I will bring thee coffee in the morning when thou wakest—”
“Maybe I don’t like coffee,” Robert Jordan told her.
“Nay, but you do,” the girl said happily. “This morning you took two cups.”
“Suppose I get tired of coffee and there’s no need to shoot me and I’m neither wounded nor sick and I give up smoking and have only one pair of socks and hang up my robe myself. What then, rabbit?” he patted her on the back. “What then?”
“Then,” said Maria, “I will borrow the scissors of Pilar and cut thy hair.”
“I don’t like to have my hair cut.”
“Neither do I,” said Maria. “And I like thy hair as it is. So. If there is nothing to do for thee, I will sit by thee and watch thee and in the nights we will make love.”
“Good,” Robert Jordan said. “The last project is very sensible.”
“To me it seems the same,” Maria smiled. “Oh, Inglés,” she said.
“My name is Roberto.”
“Nay. But I call thee Inglés as Pilar does.”
“Still it is Roberto.”
“No,” she told him. “Now for a whole day it is Inglés. And Inglés, can I help thee with thy work?”
“No. What I do now I do alone and very coldly in my head.”
“Good,” she said. “And when will it be finished?”
“Tonight, with luck.”
“Good,” she said.
Below them was the last woods that led to the camp.
“Who is that?” Robert Jordan asked and pointed.