He did not look at his papers.
"Tell me what else went up the road."
While Robert Jordan noted Anselmo told him everything he had seen move past him on the road.
He told it from the beginning and in order with the wonderful memory of those who cannot read or write, and twice, while he was talking, Pablo reached out for more wine from the bowl.
"There was also the cavalry which entered La Granja from the high country where El Sordo fought," Anselmo went on.
Then he told the number of the wounded he had seen and the number of the dead across the saddles.
"There was a bundle packed across one saddle that I did not understand," he said.
"But now I know it was the heads."
He went on without pausing. "It was a squadron of cavalry.
They had only one officer left.
He was not the one who was here in the early morning when you were by the gun.
He must have been one of the dead.
Two of the dead were officers by their sleeves.
They were lashed face down over the saddles, their arms hanging.
Also they had the _maquina_ of El Sordo tied to the saddle that bore the heads.
The barrel was bent.
That is all," he finished.
"It is enough," Robert Jordan said and dipped his cup into the wine bowl.
"Who beside you has been through the lines to the side of the Republic?"
"Andres and Eladio."
"Which is the better of those two?"
"Andres."
"How long would it take him to get to Navacerrada from here?"
"Carrying no pack and taking his precautions, in three hours with luck.
We came by a longer, safer route because of the material."
"He can surely make it?"
"No se, there is no such thing as surely."
"Not for thee either?"
"Nay."
That decides that, Robert Jordan thought to himself.
If he had said that he could make it surely, surely I would have sent him.
"Andres can get there as well as thee?"
"As well or better.
He is younger."
"But this must absolutely get there."
"If nothing happens he will get there.
If anything happens it could happen to any one."
"I will write a dispatch and send it by him," Robert Jordan said.
"I will explain to him where he can find the General.
He will be at the Estado Mayor of the Division."
"He will not understand all this of divisions and all," Anselmo said.
"Always has it confused me.
He should have the name of the General and where he can be found."
"But it is at the Estado Mayor of the Division that he will be found."
"But is that not a place?"
"Certainly it is a place, old one," Robert Jordan explained patiently.
"But it is a place the General will have selected.
It is where he will make his headquarters for the battle."
"Where is it then?"
Anselmo was tired and the tiredness was making him stupid.