Amen.
Holy Mary, Mother of God," he started, then he remembered quickly as the roar came now unbearably and started an act of contrition racing in it, "Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee who art worthy of all my love--"
Then there were the hammering explosions past his ears and the gun barrel hot against his shoulder.
It was hammering now again and his ears were deafened by the muzzle blast.
Ignacio was pulling down hard on the tripod and the barrel was burning his back.
It was hammering now in the roar and he could not remember the act of contrition.
All he could remember was at the hour of our death.
Amen.
At the hour of our death.
Amen.
At the hour. At the hour.
Amen.
The others all were firing.
Now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
Then, through the hammering of the gun, there was the whistle of the air splitting apart and then in the red black roar the earth rolled under his knees and then waved up to hit him in the face and then dirt and bits of rock were falling all over and Ignacio was lying on him and the gun was lying on him.
But he was not dead because the whistle came again and the earth rolled under him with the roar.
Then it came again and the earth lurched under his belly and one side of the hilltop rose into the air and then fell slowly over them where they lay.
The planes came back three times and bombed the hilltop but no one on the hilltop knew it.
Then the planes machine-gunned the hilltop and went away.
As they dove on the hill for the last time with their machine guns hammering, the first plane pulled up and winged over and then each plane did the same and they moved from echelon to V-formation and went away into the sky in the direction of Segovia.
Keeping a heavy fire on the hilltop, Lieutenant Berrendo pushed a patrol up to one of the bomb craters from where they could throw grenades onto the crest.
He was taking no chances of any one being alive and waiting for them in the mess that was up there and he threw four grenades into the confusion of dead horses, broken and split rocks, and torn yellow-stained explosive-stinking earth before he climbed out of the bomb crater and walked over to have a look.
No one was alive on the hilltop except the boy Joaquin, who was unconscious under the dead body of Ignacio.
Joaquin was bleeding from the nose and from the ears.
He had known nothing and had no feeling since he had suddenly been in the very heart of the thunder and the breath had been wrenched from his body when the one bomb struck so close and Lieutenant Berrendo made the sign of the cross and then shot him in the back of the head, as quickly and as gently, if such an abrupt movement can be gentle, as Sordo had shot the wounded horse.
Lieutenant Berrendo stood on the hilltop and looked down the slope at his own dead and then across the country seeing where they had galloped before Sordo had turned at bay here.
He noticed all the dispositions that had been made of the troops and then he ordered the dead men's horses to be brought up and the bodies tied across the saddles so that they might be packed in to La Granja.
"Take that one, too," he said.
"The one with his hands on the automatic rifle.
That should be Sordo.
He is the oldest and it was he with the gun.
No. Cut the head off and wrap it in a poncho."
He considered a minute.
"You might as well take all the heads.
And of the others below on the slope and where we first found them.
Collect the rifles and pistols and pack that gun on a horse."
Then he walked down to where the lieutenant lay who had been killed in the first assault.
He looked down at him but did not touch him.
"_Que cosa mas mala es la guerra_," he said to himself, which meant, "What a bad thing war is."
Then he made the sign of the cross again and as he walked down the hill he said five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys for the repose of the soul of his dead comrade.
He did not wish to stay to see his orders being carried out.
28
After the planes went away Robert Jordan and Primitivo heard the firing start and his heart seemed to start again with it.
A cloud of smoke drifted over the last ridge that he could see in the high country and the planes were three steadily receding specks in the sky.
They've probably bombed hell out of their own cavalry and never touched Sordo and Company, Robert Jordan said to himself.
The damned planes scare you to death but they don't kill you.
"The combat goes on," Primitivo said, listening to the heavy firing.
He had winced at each bomb thud and now he licked his dry lips.
"Why not?" Robert Jordan said.