We stopped for lunch at the Parador de Conil. The lords gave them what he had, and I Marcial and the leftovers, which was not much. As I was serving the table, I could hear the conversation, and then I met the old character better Malespina, who if first came to my eyes as a liar full of vanity, then I found the funniest thing I’ve heard charlatan in my life.

The future father of my mistress, D. José María Malespina, who had no kinship with the famous sea of ​​that name was retired Colonel of Artillery, and encrypts all his pride in knowing that terrible weapon thoroughly and handle like no other. Addressing this issue was looked as more brash imagination and lying.

“The gunners’ said without stopping for a moment the action of swallowing-board sorely lacks. What is a ship without guns? But where you have to see the effects of this admirable invention of human intelligence is on the ground, Mr. D. Alonso. When the war of Roussillon … you know that I took part in that campaign and all the victories were due to my success in the management of artillery … The Battle of Masdeu, why do you think won? General Ricardos put me on a hill with four pieces, sending me not to fire but when he ordered me. But I, who saw things differently, I callandito me until a French column came to stand before me in such a provision, that my shots were threading one end to another. The French are the line with perfection. While I took aim with one of the pieces, look at the directing head of the first soldier … Do you understand? … As the line was so perfect, shot it, and wham, the bullet was one hundred forty-two heads, and not fall over because the end of the line is moved slightly. That caused great consternation in the enemy, but as they did not understand my strategy and could not see myself in the place where he was, sent another column to attack the troops on my right, and that column had the same fate, and another and another , until the battle was won.