What the head-carver had best do is to serve me with what they call ollas podridas (and the rottener they are the better they smell); and he can put whatever he likes into them, so long as it is good to eat, and I’ll be obliged to him, and will requite him some day. But let nobody play pranks on me, for either we are or we are not; let us live and eat in peace and good-fellowship, for when God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.

839 I mean to govern this island without giving up a right or taking a bribe; 840 let everyone keep his eye open, and look out for the arrow; 841 for I can tell them ‘the devil’s in Cantillana,’ 842 and if they drive me to it they’ll see something that will astonish them. Nay! make yourself honey and the flies eat you.” 843