"'Fifty thousand ducats for brandy for the soldiers on the day of battle.
"'A million and a half ducats for the maintenance of the prisoners and wounded.
"'A million for returning thanks and Te Deums to the Omnipotent.
"'Three hundred millions in masses for the dead.
"'Seven hundred thousand four hundred and ninety-four ducats for spies and ...
"'One hundred millions for the patience which I showed yesterday on hearing that the king demanded an account from the man who has given him his kingdom.'
"These are the celebrated accounts of the great captain, the originals of which are in the possession of Count d'Altimira.
"One of the original accounts, with the autograph seal of the great captain, exists in the Military Museum of London, where it is guarded with great care."
On reading this document I returned to the hotel, making invidious comparisons between Gonzalez di Cordova and the Spanish generals of our times, which, for grave state reasons, as they say in the tragedies, I dare not repeat.
In the hotel I saw something new every day. There were many university students who had come from Malaga and other Andalusian cities to take the examination for the doctor's degree at Granada, whether because they were a little easier there or for what other reason I do not know. We all ate at a round table. One morning at breakfast one of the students, a young man of about twenty, announced that at two o'clock he was to be examined in canon law, and that, not feeling very sure of himself, he had decided to take a glass of wine to refresh the springs of eloquence. He was accustomed to drink only wine weakened with water, and committed the imprudence of emptying at a single draught a glass of the vintage of Xerez. His face changed in an instant in so strange a manner that if I had not seen the transformation with my own eyes I should not have believed that he was the same person.