or men. That is true. But now it gives me pleasure to say thus, in the daytime, that I care for thee."
"I love thee, too."
"_Quva_. Do not talk nonsense. Thou dost not know even of what I speak."
"I know."
"_Quva_, that you know. You are for the _Ingl閟_. That is seen and as it should be. That I would have. Anything else I would not have. I do not make perversions. I only tell you something true. Few people will ever talk to thee truly and no women. I am jealous and say it and it is there. And I say it."
"Do not say it," Maria said. "Do not say it, Pilar."
"_Por qu開, do not say it," the woman said, still not looking at either of them. "I will say it until it no longer pleases me to say it. And," she looked down at the girl now, "that time has come already. I do not say it more, you understand"
"Pilar," Maria said. "Do not talk thus."
"Thou art a very pleasant little rabbit," Pilar said. "And lift thy head now because this silliness is over."
"It was not silly," said Maria. "And my head is well where it is."
"Nay. Lift it," Pilar told her and put her big hands under the girl''s head and raised it. "And thou, _Ingl閟_" she said, still holding the girl''s head as she looked across at the mountains. "What cat has eaten thy tongue"
"No cat," Robert Jordan said.
"What animal then" She laid the girl''s head down on the ground.