He ran his tongue over his lips, then spat.
"Nor that," he said.
"I am not a fool.
I do not provoke."
"_Cabron_," Agustin said.
"You should know," Pablo said.
"You know the woman."
Agustin hit him again hard in the mouth and Pablo laughed at him, showing the yellow, bad, broken teeth in the reddened line of his mouth.
"Leave it alone," Pablo said and reached with a cup to scoop some wine from the bowl.
"Nobody here has _cojones_ to kill me and this of the hands is silly."
"_Cobarde_," Agustin said.
"Nor words either," Pablo said and made a swishing noise rinsing the wine in his mouth.
He spat on the floor.
"I am far past words."
Agustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him, speaking slowly, clearly, bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field, lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon.
"Nor of those," Pablo said.
"Leave it, Agustin.
And do not hit me more.
Thou wilt injure thy hands."
Agustin turned from him and went to the door.
"Do not go out," Pablo said.
"It is snowing outside.
Make thyself comfortable in here."
"And thou!
Thou!"
Agustin turned from the door and spoke to him, putting all his contempt in the single, "_Tu_."
"Yes, me," said Pablo.
"I will be alive when you are dead."
He dipped up another cup of wine and raised it to Robert Jordan.
"To the professor," he said.
Then turned to Pilar.
"To the Senora Commander."
Then toasted them all,
"To all the illusioned ones."
Agustin walked over to him and, striking quickly with the side of his hand, knocked the cup out of his hand.
"That is a waste," Pablo said. "That is silly."
Agustin said something vile to him.
"No," Pablo said, dipping up another cup.
"I am drunk, seest thou?
When I am not drunk I do not talk.
You have never heard me talk much.
But an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend his time with fools."
"Go and obscenity in the milk of thy cowardice," Pilar said to him.
"I know too much about thee and thy cowardice."
"How the woman talks," Pablo said.
"I will be going out to see the horses."
"Go and befoul them," Agustin said.
"Is not that one of thy customs?"
"No," Pablo said and shook his head.
He was taking down his big blanket cape from the wall and he looked at Agustin.