"What is your name, teacher?"
"I am called Pablo Artigas." He helped Hall and Segador get off the donkeys. "I regret that you have had so much grief in our province."
"Are you a member of the Union?" Segador asked.
"Naturally. For three years—since I am a teacher. Before that I belonged to the Union of Students."
"And you have your carnet?"
"Not with me, Major Segador. It is in my room at the school."
"We will look at it. May we go with you?"
"I will be honored."
"Please, Your Honors," said Bustamente the Notary, "I insist that you ride the horses. The teacher may have one of the donkeys. I shall walk."
The shepherd reached into his sheepskin cloak. "Here are your pistols," he said.