But this one stinks worse than Jose at Talavera.'
"And it was on that afternoon that the bull _Pocapena_ of the ranch of Veragua destroyed Manolo Granero against the planks of the barrier in front of _tendido_ two in the Plaza de Toros of Madrid.
I was there with Finito and I saw it.
The horn entirely destroyed the cranium, the head of Manolo being wedged under the _estribo_ at the base of the _barrera_ where the bull had tossed him."
"But did you smell anything?" Fernando asked.
"Nay," Pilar said.
"I was too far away.
We were in the seventh row of the _tendido_ three.
It was thus, being at an angle, that I could see all that happened.
But that same night Blanquet who had been under the orders of Joselito when he too was killed told Finito about it at Fornos, and Finito asked Juan Luis de la Rosa and he would say nothing. But he nodded his head that it was true.
I was present when this happened.
So, _Ingles_, it may be that thou art deaf to some things as Chicuelo and Marcial Lalanda and all of their _banderilleros_ and picadors and all of the _gente_ of Juan Luis and Manolo Granero were deaf to this thing on this day.
But Juan Luis and Blanquet were not deaf.
Nor am I deaf to such things."
"Why do you say deaf when it is a thing of the nose?" Fernando asked.
"_Leche!_" Pilar said.
"Thou shouldst be the professor in place of the _Ingles_.
But I could tell thee of other things, _Ingles_, and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear.
Thou canst not hear what a dog hears.
Nor canst thou smell what a dog smells.
But already thou hast experienced a little of what can happen to man."
Maria put her hand on Robert Jordan's shoulder and let it rest there and he thought suddenly, let us finish all this nonsense and take advantage of what time we have.
But it is too early yet.
We have to kill this part of the evening.
So he said to Pablo,
"Thou, believest thou in this wizardry?"
"I do not know," Pablo said.
"I am more of thy opinion.
No supernatural thing has ever happened to me.
But feai yes certainly.
Plenty.
But I believe that the Pilar can divine events from the hand.
If she does not lie perhaps it is true that she has smelt such a thing."
"_Que va_ that I should lie," Pilar said.
"This is not a thing of my invention.
This man Blanquet was a man of extreme seriousness and furthermore very devout.
He was no gypsy but a bourgeois from Valencia.
Hast thou never seen him?"
"Yes," Robert Jordan said.
"I have seen him many times.
He was small, gray-faced and no one handled a cape better.
He was quick on his feet as a rabbit."
"Exactly," Pilar said.
"He had a gray face from heart trouble and gypsies said that he carried death with him but that he could flick it away with a cape as you might dust a table.
Yet he, who was no gypsy, smelled death on Joselito when he fought at Talavera.
Although I do not see how he could smell it above the smell of manzanilla.
Blanquet spoke of this afterwards with much diffidence but those to whom he spoke said that it was a fantasy and that what he had smelled was the life that Jose led at that time coming out in sweat from his armpits.
But then, later, came this of Manolo Granero in which Juan Luis de la Rosa also participated.
Clearly Juan Luis was a man of very little honor, but of much sensitiveness in his work and he was also a great layer of women.
But Blanquet was serious and very quiet and completely incapable of telling an untruth.