“What would your worship like for supper?”
“Anything.”
“And would you like a bed?”
“Have you one?”
“Sí, Señor.”
“Good: Then I shall sleep in a bed.”
“Very well; they’ll get it ready for you directly.”
The hostess took one of the large frying-pans from the fire and emptied its contents into a dish which she placed upon a low table.
The muleteers prepared themselves for the meal. La Temeraria took one of the blackened lamps from the grime of the mantel-piece, lit it, and seeing that it did not give a very good light, took a hairpin from her hair, stuck it into the wick to trim and ventilate it, and this done, fastened it with a wooden peg to a beam that stuck out of the wall.
“Bring wine, Mojoso,” she then said to her husband.