"I have been with the real Moors, my London Caloró. Who knows more of the real Moors than myself? About forty years ago I was with my _ro_ in Ceuta, for he was still a soldier of the king; and he said to me one day, 'I am tired of this place, where there is no bread and less water; I will escape and turn Corahanó; this night I will kill my sergeant, and flee to the camp of the Moor,' 'Do so,' said I, 'my _chabó_, and as soon as may be I will follow you and become a Corahani.' That same night he killed his sergeant, who five years before had called him Caló and cursed him; then running to the wall he dropped from it, and amidst many shots he escaped to the land of the Corahai. As for myself, I remained in the presidio of Ceuta as a sutler, selling wine and _repañí_ to the soldiers. Two years passed by, and I neither saw nor heard from my _ro_. One day there came a strange man to my _cachimani_; he was dressed like a Corahanó, and yet he did not look like one; he looked more like a _callardó_, and yet he was not a _callardó_ either, though he was almost black; and as I looked upon him, I thought he looked something like the Errate; and he said to me, 'Zincali, chachipé!' and then he whispered to me in queer language, which I could scarcely understand, 'Your _ro_ is waiting; come with me, my little sister, and I will take you unto him.' 'Where is he?' said I, and he pointed to the west, to the land of the Corahai, and said, 'He is yonder away; come with me, little sister, the _ro_ is waiting.' For a moment I was afraid, but I bethought me of my husband, and I wished to be amongst the Corahai; so I took the little _parné_ I had, and locking up the _cachimani_, went with the strange man. The sentinel challenged us at the gate, but I gave him _repañí_, and he let us pass; in a moment we were in the land of the Corahai. About a league from the town, beneath a hill, we found four people, men and women, all very black like the strange man, and we joined ourselves with them, and they all saluted me, 'little sister.' That was all I understood of their discourse, which was very crabbed; and they took away my dress and gave me other clothes, and I looked like a Corahani; and away we marched for many days amidst deserts and small villages, and more than once it seemed to me that I was amongst the Errate, for their ways were the same. The men would _hokkawar_ with mules and asses, and the women told _baji_, and after many days we came before a large town, and the black man said, 'Go in there, little sister, and there you will find your _ro_;' and I went to the gate, and an armed Corahanó stood within the gate, and I looked in his face, and lo! it was my _ro_.