Life with the blind man was a constant war of wits. He was stingy and cruel. I had to steal his wine and his grapes just to eat. The final straw came in Escalona. I stole his wine by drinking it through a long straw. He caught me and smashed the jug over my face, breaking my teeth. That night, as he slept, I took my revenge. I told him to jump across a ditch, but there was no ditch—only a stone pillar. He slammed into the stone, knocking himself out. I left him there and ran away.