_ 205 _ sour milk, with which we refreshed ourselves and made up for the past days, during which we had had poor food; for these had been roads with few people living there. We had the best water yet from a stream which flows a little below the hill. We had always the refreshment of fruit there, but there was the midday heat and the Xamal wind which was killing us, and always began at midday and fell with the sun. On the following Sunday afternoon, after the Thursday when we had arrived there, whch was 26th July, my companion Joao Jorge died. He had with him three Turks who served and assisted him and he had placed himself so much in their hands, especially those of a certain Khwaja Bairam, that he did not do anything but what this Turk wanted and told him, for Joao Jorge was a little weak in judgement. As he was suddenly taken ill on the Saturday, although he had not been too bad before, and then died on the Sunday, I supposed that the Turk had given him something in a little sour milk which he made him take when I was not in the tent. Thereupon he vomited, and had no rest until his death. He was the owner of all the goods he was taking with him, which must have been worth four or five thousand cruzados as it stood.
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