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Know you aught of Spain, Sir Oliver?"
"Nought, my sire, save that I have heard men say that there is a
dish named an olla which is prepared there, though I have never
been clear in my mind as to whether it was but a ragout such as
is to be found in the south, or whether there is some seasoning
such as fennel or garlic which is peculiar to Spain."
"Your doubts, Sir Oliver, shall soon be resolved," answered the
prince, laughing heartily, as did many of the barons who
surrounded them. "His majesty here will doubtless order that you
have this dish hotly seasoned when we are all safely in Castile."
"I will have a hotly seasoned dish for some folk I know of,"
answered Don Pedro with a cold smile.
"But my friend Sir Oliver can fight right hardily without either
bite or sup," remarked the prince. "Did I not see him at
Poictiers, when for two days we had not more than a crust of
bread and a cup of foul water, yet carrying himself most
valiantly. With my own eyes I saw him in the rout sweep the head
from a knight of Picardy with one blow of his sword.


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