'But what is this?' I asked, as I put a hand to the pommel of the saddle and felt something hard and heavy slung there beside it.
'It is the price of the pass, or half of it. There is another bag on the off side, and between them they hold, I believe, six hundred pounds.'
'That was his price?'
'That was the price. And now go: take it back to your general.'
'You must help me to mount,' said I.
She helped me to mount.
'The second bridge, you will remember,' said she, as I found my stirrups.
'I will remember. Is that all?'
'That is all: though, if you wish it, I will thank you and say that you have behaved well.'
'I did not wish it,' said I, 'though now you have said it, I am glad.
You hate me, I understand.'