I am jealous and say it and it is there. And I say it."
"Do not say it," Maria said.
"Do not say it, Pilar."
"_Por que_, do not say it," the woman said, still not looking at either of them.
"I will say it until it no longer pleases me to say it.
And," she looked down at the girl now, "that time has come already.
I do not say it more, you understand?"
"Pilar," Maria said.
"Do not talk thus."
"Thou art a very pleasant little rabbit," Pilar said.
"And lift thy head now because this silliness is over."
"It was not silly," said Maria.
"And my head is well where it is."
"Nay.
Lift it," Pilar told her and put her big hands under the girl's head and raised it.
"And thou, _Ingles?_" she said, still holding the girl's head as she looked across at the mountains.
"What cat has eaten thy tongue?"
"No cat," Robert Jordan said.
"What animal then?"
She laid the girl's head down on the ground.
"No animal," Robert Jordan told her.
"You swallowed it yourself, eh?"
"I guess so," Robert Jordan said.
"And did you like the taste?"
Pilar turned now and grinned at him.
"Not much."
"I thought not," Pilar said.
"I _thought_ not.
But I give you back our rabbit.
Nor ever did I try to take your rabbit.
That's a good name for her.
I heard you call her that this morning."
Robert Jordan felt his face redden.
"You are a very hard woman," he told her.
"No," Pilar said.
"But so simple I am very complicated.
Are you very complicated, _Ingles?_"
"No. Nor not so simple."
"You please me, _Ingles_," Pilar said.
Then she smiled and leaned forward and smiled and shook her head.
"Now if I could take the rabbit from thee and take thee from the rabbit."
"You could not."
"I know it," Pilar said and smiled again.
"Nor would I wish to.
But when I was young I could have."
"I believe it."
"You believe it?"
"Surely," Robert Jordan said.
"But such talk is nonsense."
"It is not like thee," Maria said.