Excerpt from The Firebrand<br><br>Ramon garcia, called El Sarria, lay crouched like a wild beast. And he was a wild beast. Yet he smiled as he blinked into the midnoon heat, under his shaggy brows, from his den beneath the great rock of limestone that shadowed him.<br><br>El Sarria was hunted, and there was on his hands the blood of a man - to be more particular, on his left hand. For El Sarria had smitten hard and eager, SO soon as he had seen Rafael de Flores Rafael, the pretty boy, the cousin of his young wife, between whom and her relative there was at least cousinly affection. So the neighbours said, all but Manuela, the priest's housekeeper.<br><br>SO Ramon smote and wiped his Manchegan knife on his vest, in the place under the flap at the left side where he had Often wiped it before. He used the same gesture as when he killed a Sheep.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.