"I would have worked in the fields for a day, sir," she told him; "but not longer, for I have to get on."
"Where do you wish to go?"
"Away from here."
"To Valladolid?"
She looked up into his face—her head was still near his shoulder. "To Valladolid? Never there."
This made him laugh. "To Palencia? Never there. To Valladolid? Never there. Where then, lady of the sea-green eyes?"
She veiled her eyes quickly. "To Madrid, I suppose. I wish to work."
"Can you find work there?"
"Surely. It is a great city."
"Do you know it?"