The One-eyed.—‘They are holy words, brother.’
Myself.—‘Holy! You say there is no God; if there be none, there can be nothing holy; pray tell me the words, O Tuérta.’
The One-eyed.—‘Brother, I dare not.’
Myself.—‘Then you do fear something.’
The One-eyed.—‘Not I—
‘Saboca Enrecar María Ereria, [278b]
and now I wish I had not said them.’
Myself.—‘You are distracted, O Tuérta: the words say simply, ‘Dwell within us, blessed Maria.’ You have spitten on her búlto this morning in the church, and now you are afraid to repeat four words, amongst which is her name.’
The One-eyed.—‘I did not understand them; but I wish I had not said them.’
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