Haven't you heard _la gente?_ Here no one commands but me.
You can stay if you wish and eat of the food and drink of the wine, but not too bloody much, and share in the work if thee wishes.
But here I command."
"I should shoot thee and the foreigner both," Pablo said suilenly.
"Try it," the woman said.
"And see what happens."
"A cup of water for me," Robert Jordan said, not taking his eyes from the man with his sullen heavy head and the woman standing proudly and confidently holding the big spoon as authoritatively as though it were a baton.
"Maria," called the woman of Pablo and when the girl came in the door she said, "Water for this comrade."
Robert Jordan reached for his flask and, bringing the flask out, as he brought it he loosened the pistol in the holster and swung it on top of his thigh.
He poured a second absinthe into his cup and took the cup of water the girl brought him and commenced to drip it into the cup, a little at a time.
The girl stood at his elbow, watching him.
"Outside," the woman of Pablo said to her, gesturing with the spoon.
"It is cold outside," the girl said, her cheek close to Robert Jordan's, watching what was happening in the cup where the liquor was clouding.
"Maybe," the woman of Pablo said.
"But in here it is too hot."
Then she said, kindly, "It is not for long."
The girl shook her head and went out.
I don't think he is going to take this much more, Robert Jordan thought to himself.
He held the cup in one hand and his other hand rested, frankly now, on the pistol.
He had slipped the safety catch and he felt the worn comfort of the checked grip chafed almost smooth and touched the round, cool companionship of the trigger guard.
Pablo no longer looked at him but only at the woman.
She went on,
"Listen to me, drunkard.
You understand who commands here?"
"I command."
"No.
Listen.
Take the wax from thy hairy ears. Listen well.
I command."
Pablo looked at her and you could tell nothing of what he was thinking by his face.
He looked at her quite deliberately and then he looked across the table at Robert Jordan.
He looked at him a long time contemplatively and then he looked back at the woman, again.
"All right.
You command," he said.
"And if you want he can command too.
And the two of you can go to hell."
He was looking the woman straight in the face and he was neither dominated by her nor seemed to be much affected by her.
"It is possible that I am lazy and that I drink too much.
You may consider me a coward but there you are mistaken.
But I am not stupid."
He paused.
"That you should command and that you should like it.
Now if you are a woman as well as a commander, that we should have something to eat."
"Maria," the woman of Pablo called.
The girl put her head inside the blanket across the cave mouth.
"Enter now and serve the supper."
The girl came in and walked across to the low table by the hearth and picked up the enameled-ware bowls and brought them to the table.
"There is wine enough for all," the woman of Pablo said to Robert Jordan.
"Pay no attention to what that drunkard says.
When this is finished we will get more.