The next morning, just after sunrise, he ran the Chaplain in search of Don Steer, revealing in his gesture to enter the tower the importance of the news that he was the bearer.

– Ah, ’said getting surly Paul, as if suddenly understood the full import of such words.

The boy, pleased with his superiority, continued to give advice. Don Steer was to live henceforth less sloppy, close the door of his tower, ignore, just at nightfall, the screams from outside. Verre probably induce him to pretend to go into the darkness with cries of challenge, with auque challenge.

-Although he auque at night, you still, Don Steer. I know that, ‘continued the Chaplain to the importance of a hardened Verro. I yell from outside, hidden in the underbrush, gun ready, and if you leave before you can kill him with a pistol. You still in the tower.

These tips were for the night. By day, the lord might go out without fear. He was there to accompany him everywhere.

The Chaplain, shrunken, and patient by custom, took refuge in a corner behind the wall of petticoats and skirts the weeping mother opposed the fury of Pep. But now look at the tower and remember the offense, gritting teeth, eyes, pallid cheeks and clenched fists.