"I had pneumonia once."
"Ah, when was that?"
"Three years ago. I slept out in the cold all night. My master, who was with me, was frozen to death, and I got pneumonia."
"Haven't you felt any effects of this illness since?"
"No."
"No fatigue, no perspiration at night?"
"No. When I'm tired it's because I have walked a lot, but I don't get ill."
He came over to me and felt my arms, then put his head on my heart, then at my back and on my chest, telling me to take deep breaths. He also told me to cough. That done he looked at me for a long time. It was then that I thought he wanted to bite me, his teeth gleamed in such a terrible smile. A few moments later he left the house with my father.
What did it mean? Did he want to take me in his employ? I should have to leave Mattia and Capi. No, I wouldn't be a servant to anybody, much less this man whom I disliked already.
My father returned and told me I could go out if I wished. I went into the caravan. What was my surprise to find Mattia there. He put his finger to his lips.
"Go and open the stable door," he whispered, "I'll go out softly behind you. They mustn't know that I was here."
I was mystified but I did as he asked.
