The one before the wine."
"How many rounds have you for it?"
"An infinity," the gypsy said.
"One whole case of an unbelievable heaviness."
Sounds like about five hundred rounds, Robert Jordan thought.
"Does it feed from a pan or a belt?"
"From round iron cans on the top of the gun."
Hell, it's a Lewis gun, Robert Jordan thought.
"Do you know anything about a machine gun?" he asked the old man.
"Nada," said Anselmo.
"Nothing."
"And thou?" to the gypsy.
"That they fire with much rapidity and become so hot the barrel burns the hand that touches it," the gypsy said proudly.
"Every one knows that," Anselmo said with contempt.
"Perhaps," the gypsy said.
"But he asked me to tell what I know about a _maquina_ and I told him."
Then he added, "Also, unlike an ordinary rifle, they continue to fire as long as you exert pressure on the trigger."
"Unless they jam, run out of ammunition or get so hot they melt," Robert Jordan said in English.
"What do you say?" Anselmo asked him.
"Nothing," Robert Jordan said.
"I was only looking into the future in English."
"That is something truly rare," the gypsy said.
"Looking into the future in _Ingles_.
Can you read in the palm of the hand?"
"No," Robert Jordan said and he dipped another cup of wine.
"But if thou canst I wish thee would read in the palm of my hand and tell me what is going to pass in the next three days."
"The _mujer_ of Pablo reads in the hands," the gypsy said.
"But she is so irritable and of such a barbarousness that I do not know if she will do it."
Robert Jordan sat up now and took a swallow of the wine.
"Let us see the _mujer_ of Pablo now," he said.
"If it is that bad let us get it over with."
"I would not disturb her," Rafael said.
"She has a strong hatred for me."
"Why?"
"She treats me as a time waster."
"What injustice," Anselmo taunted.
"She is against gypsies."
"What an error," Anselmo said.
"She has gypsy blood," Rafael said.
"She knows of what she speaks."
He grinned.
"But she has a tongue that scalds and that bites like a bull whip.
With this tongue she takes the hide from any one.
In strips.
She is of an unbelievable barbarousness."
"How does she get along with the girl, Maria?" Robert Jordan asked.
"Good.
She likes the girl.
But let any one come near her seriously--" He shook his head and clucked with his tongue.
"She is very good with the girl," Anselmo said.