But after we had been two days on the road, on entering the posada of a village a day's journey from this, I saw him at the inn door in the dress of a muleteer, and so well disguised, that if I did not carry his image graven on my heart it would have been impossible for me to recognise him.
Pero, a cabo de dos días que caminábamos, al entrar de una posada, en un lugar una jornada de aquí, le vi a la puerta del mesón, puesto en hábito de mozo de mulas, tan al natural que si yo no le trujera tan retratado en mi alma fuera imposible conocelle.