of the road. At evening we saw the walls of Zarafa in a sunset glory. The merchants
and their train passed through the gate and found their customary inn. With
others, Juan Lepe worked hard, unlading and storing. All done, he and the bully
slept almost in each other's arms, under the arches of the court, dreamlessly.
The next day and the next were still days of labor. It was not until the third
that Juan Lepe considered that he might now absent himself and there be raised
no hue and cry after strong shoulders. He had earned his quittance, and in the
nighttime, upon his hands and knees, he crept from the sleepers in the court.
Just before dawn the inn gate swung open. He had been waiting close to it, and
he passed out noiselessly.
In the two days, carrying goods through streets to market square and up to
citadel and pausing at varying levels for breath and the prospect, I had learned
this town well enough. I knew where went the ascending and descending ways.
Now almost all lay asleep, antique, shaded, Mo
