When he came to the dining-chamber he found Morano astir.  Morano looked up from his overwhelming task of tidying the Inn of the Dragon and Knight and then went on with his pretended work, for he felt a little ashamed of the knowledge he had concerning the ways of that inn, which was more than an honest man should know about such a place.

“Good morning, Morano,” said Rodriguez blithely.

“Good morning,” answered the servant of the Dragon and Knight.

“I am looking for the wars.  Would you like a new master, Morano?”

“Indeed,” said Morano, “a good master is better to some men’s minds than a bad one.  Yet, you see senor, my bad master has me bound never to leave him, by oaths that I do not properly understand the meaning of, and that might blast me in any world were I to forswear them.  He hath bound me by San Sathanas, with many others.  I do not like the sound of that San Sathanas.  And so you see, senor, my bad master suits me better than perhaps to be whithered in this world by a levin-stroke, and in the next world who knows?”

“Morano,” said Rodriguez, “there is a dead spider on my bed.”

“A dead spider, master?” said Morano, with as much concern in his voice as though no spider had ever sullied that chamber before.

“Yes,” said Rodriguez, “I shall require you to keep my bed tidy on our way to the wars.”

“Master,” said Morano, “no spider shall come near it, living or dead.”

And so our company of one going northward through Spain looking for romance became a company of two.

“Master,” said Morano, “as I do not see him whom I serve, and his ways are early ways, I fear some evil has overtaken him, whereby we shall be suspect, for none other dwells here:  and he is under special protection of the Garda Civil; it would be well therefore to start for the wars right early.”

“The guard protect mine host then.”  Rodriguez said with as much surprise in his tones as he ever permitted himself.

“Master,” Morano said, “it could not be otherwise.  For so many gallants have entered the door of this inn and supped in this chamber and never been seen again, and so many suspicious things have been found here, such as blood, that it became necessary for him to pay the guard well, and so they protect him.”  And Morano hastily slung over his shoulder by leather straps an iron pot and a frying-pan and took his broad felt hat from a peg on the wall.

Rodriguez’ eyes looked so curiously at the great cooking utensils dangling there from the straps that Morano perceived his young master did not fully understand these preparations:  he therefore instructed him thus:  “Master, there be two things necessary in the wars, strategy and cooking.  Now the first of these comes in use when the captains speak of their achievements and the historians write of the wars.  Strategy is a learned thing, master, and the wars may not be told of without it, but while the war rageth