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IN the prologue Cervantes speaks of this book as ' the tale of a 
poor, shrivelled, whimsical son, teeming with all manner of 
thoughts never entertained by another, even as one engendered in a 
'prison, where every discomfort has its seat and every mournful 
sound its habitation. ' Hence sprang and flourished a tradition that 
the book Don Quijote was at least begun, if not largely written, in 
confinement. And it is possible that portions of the first part were 
composed in the Seville jail, where trustworthy, though none too 
definite, evidence places Cervantes for a portion of the year 1602. ' 
But it is not at all likely that the opening chapters were so written, 
since a small library must have been at hand for their composition. 
The first book to come down from the shelf was a treatise by 
Antonio de Guevara, entitled Contempt of Court and Praise of 
Country Life, ^ where in the seventh chapter Cervantes found writ- 
ten : ' O happy he that dwelleth in the country ! since for him suflice 
a lance behind the door, a horse in the stable, a shield in the hall. ' 
This sentence forms part of the opening of Don Quijote ; also from 
this treatise were derived suggestions as to the knight's diet and 
dress, the matter of the pruning-hook , together with his fondness 
for the chase and for debating with the village-priest. ' The fairly 
unusual word Quijote (our cuish, or thigh-piece) was probably 
suggested by its presence (in an emphatic position) in a passage 
(which for another reason we are sure Cervantes read) dealing with 
this same Guevara, where the hope is expressed that thigh-piedes 
(quijotes) may again come into use. * 

Now that he has described the diet and dress, the house and 
j habits of his hero, our author comes to the central idea of his story : 
I i such a country-gentleman becoming obsessed with reading books of 
I chivalry and determining himself to become a knight-errant for the 
amelioration of the world. Teofilo Folengo had partially anticipated 
Cervantes in this idea by seventy years and more (1526) in his 
heroic-comic poem II Baldo, '' being the wild and ridiculous adven- 
tures of a youth whose head had been filled with the nonsense of 


the books of chivalry. He read all with relish, but had his favourites 
like his successor Don Quijote. ' 

So one can follow Cervantes line by line, at times word by word, 
in the writing of his first chapter. After reading the second para- 
graph of this translation, turn to another treatise by Guevara (bound 
with the one above), the Counsels for Favourites, ' and you will 
find, just before a denunciation of the books of chivalry : ' We see 
learned and well-read gentlemen becoming infirm and befogged, 
since so great is their dehght in letters that they quite forget the 
refreshment of their persons ; ' and this as well : ' being advised how 
in the city of Damascus were some ancient books, he at once set out 
to see them... and arriving there sold his patrimony for their pur- 
chase... nay, was willing to forfeit his entire estate. ' 

Still another book to come down from the shelf was one then in 
manuscript : The Letters of the Bachelor of Arcadia, by Diego 
Hurtado de Mendoza, * who therein ridicules the style of FeUciano 
de Silva, especially his use of reason and unreason. The passage of 
Feliciano de Silva which Cervantes particularly parodies is from the 
Don Florisel de Niquea : " ' O love ! why do I complain of thine 
unreason, since in thee unreason has more sway than reason. ' And 
Cervantes' next travesty is of : ' O celestial image, what grievance is 
done thy sovereign beauty, since, though thou deservest the highest 
seat of the heavens, they let thee abide among mortals ; and to them, 
by making none deserving of meriting thee save me. If any desert 
I have toward thee, it is for the love wherewith I love thee. ' But 
this was not from Feliciano de Silva, but from Antonio de Torque- 
mada's Olivante de Laura, " a book of chivalry surpassing all the 
others perhaps both in fatuity and in the frequency with which it 
lent to Cervantes word, phi-ase, incident and even plot for the 
writing of Don Quijote. 

Such are the more important derivations of Cervantes' two opening 
paragraphs. Perhaps too should be noted that Don Quijote's stew of 
rather more beef than mutton at once indicates both his poverty and 
his position — his poverty by the fact that beef then and there was 
cheaper than mutton ; his position, in that an old proverb ran, Beef 
and mutton, stew of a gentleman. " His Saturday maigre of ' paunch 
and penance ' was probably composed of the head or neck and the 
tripe of animals. " In hitting at authors that were divided between 
the names Quesada and Quijada (jaw-bone), though neither was the 
right one, Cervantes incidentally further characterises his hero. 


In the third paragraph reference is made to the wounds received 
by Don Belianis. These occur in the History of Don Belianis by 
Geronimo Fernandez, in four parts. " In the first two alone he 
receives one hundred and nine serious ones. The other reference is 
to the end of the fourth book, chapter seventy-five, where the author 
says : ' I give permission to any one into whose hands the other part 
may come to add it to this. ' The source for the debating with the 
village-priest has already been noted. " As to Amadis' capacity for 
tears, one has but to read : ' Oriana was furious at seeing Amadis 
weep. "* 'He was wan with much weeping. "° ' I see him weep 
often, lady. ' " ' She saw tears fall from his eyes and moisten his 
whole face. ' " 

The key to the fourth paragraph is the word fantasia (fantasy), 
borrowed directly from the fifty-third line of the second Maccheronica 
of II Baldo, the Folengo poem mentioned above, '" where the reading 
of Baldo is described much as Don Quijote's is here. The reference 
to Bernardo del Carpio is to the thirty-fifth canto of Nicolas de 
Espinosa's Segunda Parte de Orlando. ^^ While the especial exploit 
of Rinaldo that delighted Don Quijote is from the Espejo de Gabal- 
lerias " : ' The good Rinaldo answered not courteous words ; rather 
with brave aspect he addressed him : ' O bastard... thou liest in 
every word, for to rob pagans in Spain is no robbery, when I alone 
in the teeth of forty thousand Moors and more seized a Mahomet 
of gold, vrhereof I had need to pay my soldiers. ' ' 

For the m^ter of the fifth paragraph one has but to turn to the 
OUvante de Laura : ' Silvano, armed to the teeth, wandered the 
world o'er in quest of adventures •' ^^ ' Redressing many grievances 
and wrongs ; ' *' ' Courting dangerous adventures, and experimenting 
with his person in mighty deeds of arms ; ' " 'In those days princes 
and young knights, to their fame and deathless name, .^ere woni te* . 
encompass the earth... by their might and valour... surmounting 
things ; ' " and Don Quijote's dream of /feecoming at least emperor of 
Trebizond had been realised by Rinaldo : ' Trebizofid, or the Third 
Book of Rinaldo, hov7 he came by his chivalries to be emperor of 
Trebizond. ' " The Spanish word Trapisonda besides being a proper 
name also means confusion. 

The sixth paragraph may be considered Cervantes' own, but when 
we come to the seventh we again meet with an appropriation, this 
time from the treatise that probably gave Cervantes the ingenioso 
(imaginative) of his title-page. In this book, the Examen de Ingenios, " 

IV translator's preface 

the distinction between the imagination and the understanding is 
elaborated at great length, and the adjective ingenioso is frequently 
applied to the imaginative. In chapter eight, page ninety-eight, we 
read : ' They lose themselves in reading books of chivalry, in the 
Orlando, in Boscan, in the Diana of Montemayor, and others of that 
breed, since all are works of the imagination. ' And in the same 
chapter, pages one hundred five and six, we get a hint for the naming 
of Rocinante : ' Of this opinion of Plato was a Spanish gentleman 
whose pastime was to write books of chivalry, since he possessed 
that order of imagination that inclines men to falsehoods and lies. 
Of him it is related that introducing a furious giant into his works he 
spent many days imagining some name that would wholly fit his 
temper. ' Again, when Cervantes writes ' errant without lady-love 
is a tree bare of leaves or fruit, a body and no soul, ' he is para- 
phrasing a couplet from the Orlando Innamorato : "' 

Perch'ogai cavalier, ch'6 senza amore, 
Se'n vista e vivo, 6 vivo senza core. 

Finally, the name Dulcinea is a blending of Dulcineo and Dulcina, 
a shepherd and shepherdess that appear in Antonio de Lofraso's 
pastoral Fortuna de Amor. " 

So much for the way Cervantes wrote his first chapter — a classic 
in the art of handling material already extant. This method indeed 
our author pursues throughout the entii'e book, though not again 
with such consistency as here at its beginning. And naturally, for 
when Cervantes sat down to write Don Quijote, he probably had in 
mind a short story only, one whose sole raison d'etre was as a 
travesty of the books of chivalry, and its small canvass was nec- 
essarily crowded with materials from them. Apparently he had 
proceeded for seven or eight chapters (not divided as such when 
first written) before he saw what an inexhaustible mine of diversion 
he had in playing off Don Quijote and Sancho, one against the other, 
and hence that he could afford to leave the beaten track of imitation. 

But here in the early chapters he keeps close to his models. At the 
beginning of the second, for example, Don Quijote's departure, 
unseen of any, before dawn, " his eagerness to be dubbed, " the 
lyric tongues of the bii'ds, '' the coming of the flushed Aurora, " can 
be matched almost word for word from the books of chivalry as 
can also, in the third chapter, the words and manner of his petition 
for knighthood, '* the double invocation of his lady when in peril " 


and in the fourth, the delaying at the cross-roads. '" But it is to 
be noted that Cervantes belittles and bemeans all that was fine 
and fair, never however sacrificing reality, but stopping short just 
this side of caricature. Instead of sallying forth through the gate of a 
city like the knights before him, it is through the postern of his corral 
that Don Quijote passes on that happy and historic July morning. 
In place of the customary castle it is a third-rate inn where he is that 
night regaled. It is a swineherd with a drove of hogs (and not a 
dwarf on the battlements) that, blowing his horn for them to herd, 
announces his arrival. Women of the lowest travelUng type disarm 
him and not princesses solacing themselves on the castle-ward. A fat 
rogue of an innkeeper welcomes him and not the usual lord of the 
the castle. 

(Cervantes thus does give life to much that was dead, bringing to 
common earth much that was in the air, and it were well to bear in 
mind, when we think him a trifle hard on his hero, that his object 
was not so much to be hard or easy, as simply to make as ridiculous 
as possible the books of chivalry and his own knight, the personifi- 
cation of them. Hence we find our imaginative gentleman believing 
pthat he is being regaled with music at some famous castle, and that 
I ladies are serving him with trout and white bread, whereas in 
J reality, dusty and way-worn, he is seated before an inn, and on his 
I head an old-fashioned helmet tied on with green ribbons, with a 
I cardboard visor so poorly contrived that even when it was raised 
he could not feed himself but must have poorly-soaked and worse 
cooked codfish from the hands of carriers' wenches, while all the 
music that he heard came from a boar-gelder, who sounded four or 
five notes on an instrument of reeds, the signal of his trade. " 

Regret as one may, and there have always been some to regret, " 
that Cervantes was not a little more sparing of his hero's flesh and 
feelings, one must at the same time admire the marvellous skill with 
which he made sport of the chivalresque tales and, by the same 
stroke, made them serve his own story. A good instance of this is 
the innkeeper's assertion that he too had been a knight, ' wandering 
in search of adventures in sundry parts of the world, ' but that ' he 
had ended by taking up his abode in this his castle, where on his 
own and others ' fortunes he now lived, welcoming there all knights- 
errant... simply from the great affection he bore them and that they 
might share their possessions with him in return for his good-will. ' 
This passage travesties one in the second book of Olivante, '" where 

VI translator's preface 

in all seriousness and fustian it is told of a knight that ' inasmuch as 
he had naught but this castle for a livelihood, he employed his good- 
will in appropriating such knights and other persons as travelled 
these roads, bringing them to share their possessions with him. ' 

Continuing, the innkeeper suggests that Don Quijote should carry 
a little phial of ointments, telling of some knights that had friendly 
enchanters who carried to their relief, when stricken in the field or 
desert, some damsel or dwarf through the air in a cloud with a 
flask of water of such virtue that ' with just a drop the knights 
became as cured of their wounds as if they had none. ' These last 
words, suited as they are to the mouth of the mocking innkeeper, 
also came from the OUvante, *" twelve chapters further on, while 
quite another chapter is harked back to when we come to the 
innkeeper's next and most important suggestion, that of a squire. 
In that chapter "' Olivante petitions to be made a knight in much the 
same words as did Don Quijote after him ; there Olivante declares 
that two hours would be sufficient for watching his arms before the 
dubbing, even as the innkeeper tells Don Quijote ; there is Olivante's 
squire first mentioned. In the ninth chapter of the first book of 
Olivante de Laura was the immortal Sancho born. 

And so Cervantes finishes his third chapter with the dubbing 
scene and the arming of the knight, which could be matched, with 
less plebeian surroundings, again and again in the romances of 
chivalry. Yet so well fitted are these incorporations to the characters 
and circumstances of the Don Quijote narrative, that the general 
reader may at no point detect the inclusion, may indeed not wish to 
be reminded thereof. But to others perhaps the humour of the book is 
thereby both double and more delicate. In any case it was Cervantes' 
method. Would he ridicule Angelica for excusing the overthrow of 
Sacripante, *' he makes Don Quijote likewise lay the blame of his 
mishap to the fall of his steed, *' though such fault-finding may be 
slightly out of keeping with our sense of his chivalry. If he wishes 
to burlesque a whole palace wailing over some fallen idol, he lets 
you hear the outbursts of niece and housekeeper. *' If he goes to 
great pains to leave the swords of Don Quijote and the Biscayan 
in the air at the end of a chapter, " it is because Diego Ortunez 
de Calahorra did the same with two combatants in his Espeio 
de Principes y Caballeros. *' If he seems to outrage your feelings 
unnecessarily by having Don Quijote carried shamefully in a cage, *" 
exposed to public view, it is because he is mimicking Pulci in his 


Morgante Maggiore, " where the pagans in a similar way lay hold 
of Orlando in his sleep. 

Thus does the story progress, less imitative than in the early 
chapters, yet ready like a gipsy to make its own whatever came its 
way, taking not alone from the prose and poetry of chivalry but 
frequently from books just published and more than once from 
contemporary events and from incidents in Cervantes' life. "' At 
times the narrative is boldly and obviously mock-heroic, as in the 
adventure of the windmills taken for giants, *° the flocks of sheep 
that appeared to be armies, '" the penance in the Sierra Morena, " 
the boon sought by the damsel, " the adventure of the lions, *' the 
descent into the cave of Montesinos. '* But there are also many inci- 
dents and portrayals of life which one would not suspect to be 
transcriptions. The tossing of Sancho, " for instance, is a replica of 
the tossing of Guzman de Alfarache in Mateo Aleman's recently 
published novel of that name. ^' Cervantes also had that rogue in 
mind when depicting Gines de Pasamonte, " particulary in Ginks' 
statement that he wrote his life while in the galleys, *' in his other- 
wise obcure reference to the stains got by the commissary at the inn 
and in his reference to biscuit as part of the galley-fare. " 

Again the adventure of the corpse " is reproduced from an incident 
that occurred a few years before this, when the body of a monk was 
being carried to Segovia. " In the thirtieth chapter of the first part 
Dorothea says of her prophesied deliverer that he was to have a 
grey mole with hairs like bristles on his right side, beneath his left 
shoulder or thereabouts ; so in Miguel de Luna's history of Don 
Roderick " a woman says in prophecy of a deliverer that as a mark 
of recognition he was to have a hairy mole upon the shoulder of 
the right hand. In the Don Quijote narrative stripping is suggested 
as a means of verification ; in the other case it is actually performed. 
Similarly Dorothea's blunder "' in making Osuna a sea-port is a hit 
at the historian Mariana, who did the same thing. '* 

What pains and pleasure and risk Cervantes took in thus making 
merry at others' expense is nowhere more clearly shown than on the 
title-page of the second part, which reads That Imaginative Knight 
instead of That Imaginative Gentleman. This has always been 
regarded as a classic instance of cervantesque carelessness, but 
it is simply another case of copying our old friends the books of 
chivalry, where on the title-pages of the different parts young spit- 
fires constantly graduate from knightood to kingship. And through- 

VIII translator's preface 

.^j ,3^ ' out the second part, written ten years after the first and when the age 

1 ( ' of our author bordered on fifty, we meet almost on every page with 
? 'V) cvo evidences of the intense absorption in litterature of one who was so 
W! T-i- finely a man of the world, so swift to action in time of great need. 
V 'g^-'l In the first chapter of this second part Don Quijote suggests that 
^ {4/Sknights be summoned to protect Spain against the power of the 

Turk, an echo of a similar scheme mentioned in a petition put before 
the royal council at Madrid in 1611. "' The braying incident of the 
twenty-fifth chapter was probably founded on a quarrel that arose 
between two villages in that neighbourhood in the fifteenth century. '* 
In stating in the twenty-ninth chapter that fleas are said to leave 
mariners when crossing the equinoctial line Cervantes shows that he 
has been reading Abraham Ortelious, a Spanish translation" of 
whose Theatrum Orbis Terrarum had just appeared. The adventure 
of the enchanted head °' has the marks of an incident in the life of 
Antonio de Guevara, connected with a mysterious voice. °° 

But there is still another class of borrowings, unlike the first, 
which are legitimate travesties of adventures in the books of 
chivalry, unlike the second, which while making material also made 
fun of authors and incidents, both usually contemporary. This third 
class consists of wholesale transcriptions of episodes and anecdotes, 
usually ancient, appropriated by Cervantes, not for the sake of 
mockery as in the other cases, but simply to fill his page and further 
his story. Of this nature is the tale of the flock of goats crossing the 
river one by one ; '° Sancho's anecdote of the vdne tasters ; " the 
debtor and his stick filled with crowns ; " the woman raped by the 
farmer ; " several of the episodes at the house of the duchess, '* 
though they might also be brought under class one ; the race 
between the fat man and the lean man. " All these were wholly or 
in large part derived. 

How much then, one is tempted to enquire, is left to Cervantes? 
Well, a vast deal — the whole splendid spirit of the book for one 
thing, and the best of its matter : above all, Sancho, and those 
inimitable dialogues 'twixt master and man. That is, in general ; but 
in particular, when one reads of the manner of the stealing of 
Sancho's ass, " or of how Don Quijote was in love by report only, " 
of how the island was on the mainland, " and of how at its storming 
Sancho felt the whole thing must be sinking, '» when the reader 
comes to these bits and is about to exclaim : How like Cervantes ! 
how delightfully original ! then must the reader beware. 


This translation is based on the last Spanish Academy text of 1819. 
It follows Hartzenbusch '" however in inserting the loss of Dapple 
at a point where it seems likely Cervantes intended it should be 
inserted, at a point at least that renders any change of the original 
text unnecessary. It follows that original text (first Madrid 1605) in 
putting the excommunication speech of I xix into the mouth of the 
bachelor; also in the matter of the rosary in I xxvi. As to other, 
minor, cruxes the translation itself is in evidence. The short stories 
in the Don Quijote, which prove a stumbling-block to many readers 
and which Cervantes himself practically acknowledges " interfere 
with the unity and flow of the main narrative, have been omitted, 
together with some of the poor poetry, but the translation is not 
therefore to be considered abridged or expurgated. Rather it may 
be contended that here the reader will find the true consecutive 
narrative for the first time." For occasional words and phrases I am 
indebted to my predecessors, Shelton, Ormsby and Watts. For 
sympathy and suggestion I owe to whom I dedicate it more than 
I can say. 

i Emilio Cotarelo y Mori : E/emerides Cervantinas Madrid 1905 pp 186-7 

2 Menosprecio de Corte y Alaban^a de Aldea in Las Obras del Illustre 

Antonio de Guevara Valiadolid 1539 

3 See my article Notes on Don Quijote in the Athenceam of August 21 1909 

4 See note 69 

5 Le Opere Maccheroniche di Merlin Cocai (Teofilo Folengo 1491-1544) 

Mantua 1882 vol I p 83. This reference was given me by Professor 
Henry R Lang of Yale University. 

6 Sed quater Orlandi puerilia tempora legit. 

Oh quantum haec eadem sibi phantasia placebat ; 
Masime scarpavit Carlonis quando piatum. 
Talibus in rebus multum stimulatur ad arma. 

II Baldo Maccheronica II 11 52-5 

7 Aviso de Privados ; see note 2 

8 In Carta del Bachiller de Arcadia al Capitan Salazar ; not published 

till 1890 (Madrid) in Sales Espanolas ed by Antonio Paz y Melia Part I p 80 

9 Valiadolid 1532 Part lU ch 2 

10 Antonio de Torquemada : Olivante de Laura Barcelona 15^ 

11 Vaca y Carnero, 
OUa de Cavallero. 

Academy Dictionary Madrid 1726-39 

12 A Morel-Fatio : Duelos y Quebrantos in Etudes Romanes dedieea A Gaston 

Paris Paris 1891 
, 13 Burgos 1577-9 

14 See note 3 

15 Amadis de Gaula Saragossa 1508 11 17 

16 11 46 

17 m 72 

X translator's preface 

d8 IV 103, 109 

19 See notes 5 and 6 

30 Saragossa 1555 

21 By Pedro de Reynosa, Seville 1533 I 46 

22 I 40 of note 10 

23 m 7 of note 10 

24 I 9 of note 10 

25 Dedication of note 10 

26 Seville 1533 

27 By Juan Huarte, Pamplona 1578 but references are to Leyden 1591 

28 By Matteo Boiardo, Venice 1486 I canto 18 st 46 

29 Barcelona 1573 

30 I 9 of note 10 
311 7 of note 10 

32 II 43 of note 10 

33 II 7 of note 10 

34 I 9 of note 10 

35 II 55 and I 39 of note 10 

36 I 8 of note 21 

37 Sebastian de Covarrubias : Tesoro de la Lengua Caslellana Madrid 1611 

fol 194 

38 Don Qaijote II 3 

39 II 2 of note 10 

40 II 14 of note 10 

41 Ariosto : Orlando Farioso : Ferrara 1516 I 67 

42 I 4 and 5 

43 1 5 

44 18 

45 Saragossa 1562 Part V Book I chap 1 

46 146 

47 Venice 1481 XII 87 

48 For example, the description of a sea-fight I 38. Cervantes was so exposed 

at Lepanto. 

49 17 

50 118 

51 I 25-6 

52 I 29 ; in imitation of I 33 of note 10. 

53 n 17 

54 II 22-3 

55 1 17 

56 Madrid 1599 Part I Book III 1 

57 122 

58 Preface of note 56 

59 Book III 8 of note 56 

60 1 19 

61 M Fernandez de Navarrette : Vida de Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra Madrid 

1819 p 79 ' 

62 La Verdadera Historia del Rey Don Rodrigo Grenada 1592 : also Saraffo<;«a 

1603 1 7 "iiagobsa 

63 I 30 

64 Juan de Mariana : Historia General de Espana Toledo 1601 III .1 • in t ntir, 

Toledo 1592 ' ° ^"^"^ 

65 Gregorio Leti : Vita di Don Pietro Giron, Diica d'Ossnna Amsterdam 

1699 vol II Part II Book 1 -amsteraam 


66 Aureliano Fernandez-Guerra y Orbe : Noticio de nn Precioso Codice de la 

Biblioteca Columbina — Algunos Datos para illustrar el Qiiijote Madrid 
1864 p 38 

67 Theatro d'el Orbe de la Tierra Antwerp 1612 

68 II 62 

69 Cronica de Francessillo de Zaniga Madrid 1855 chap 84 (in vol 36 of 

Biblioteca de Aatores Espanoles published by Rivadeneyra) 

70 I 20 ; in Francisco Sansovino : Cento Novello Scelte, to which is added 

Cento Novelle Antiche (Number xxxi) Venice 1575 

71 II 13 ; see H E Walts : Don Quijote London 1893 vol HI p 140 n 

72 II 45 ; from Jacobus de Voragine : Legenda Aurea Basle 1470 

73 II 45 ; in Francisco de Ossona : El Norte de los EHados Burgos 1550 

74 The car of II 3b is after Caballero de la Cruz Seville 1485 II 21 ; the descrip- 

tion of Countess Trifaldi is after Lisuarle de Grecia Seville 1525 chap 7 ; 
the magic horse of II 41 is of very ancient invention : e. g. in Firdousi : 
Shak Namu Calcutta 1811 

75 II 66 ; in Melchior de Santa Cruz : Floresta Espanola Toledo 1574 

76 II 4 ; in note 41 canto XXVII st 84 

77 II 9 ; so, among others, Alpartacio is enamoured of Miraminia in Lisuarle 

de Grecia SevUle 1525 chap 79 

78 II 45 ; so, among other places, Palmerin de Oliva 1511 chap 125 

79 II 53 ; II 5 of note 10 

80 Argamasilla de Alba 1863 

81 II 3, 44 

author's prologue 


THOU canst take my word without an oath, idle reader, that I 
would that this book, as child of mine understanding, were the 
fairest, merriest and wisest imaginable. But alas ! how could I 
contravene nature's order, whereby like begets like ? What could 
my barren and half-tilled wit produce but the tale of a poor, shriv- 
elled, whimsical son, teeming with all manner of thoughts never 
entertained by another ? even as one engendered in a prison, where 
every discomfort has its seat and every mournful sound its habi- 
tation. Leisure, tranquillity, the delight of the country, the serenity 
of the sky, the murmur of brooks, the spirit's own quietude within, 
are well-nigh indispensable if the more barren muses are to conceive 
and bring forth children to the joy and wonder of the world. If a 
father have an ill-featured, evil-favoured son, the love he bears him, 
veiling his eyes, blinds him to his deficiencies of mind and body, 
which rather he deems gifts and graces, recounting them to his 
friends as sallies of wit and charms of manner. But I, being after all 
but Don Quijote's step-father, do not, like others, care almost weep- 
ing to beseech thee, dearest reader, to pardon or disguise the faults 
thou mayst see in this my child. Thou art neither his kinsman nor 
friend and hast thy soul in thy body and thine own free will with 
the best of them. Thou livest in thy house, whereof thou art lord as 
the king of his taxes, and knowest the saying, Beneath mine own 
coat I kill the king. All of which exempts thee from every obligation 
of duty or respect : thou canst say of this story all thou choosest, nor 
needest fear they will abuse thee for the ill or x-eward thee for the 

Mine only wish was to offer the tale clear and clean, unadorned 
with prologue and the countless customary fopperies of sonnets, 
epigrams, eulogies, that are wont to find place at the beginning of 
books. For I can tell thee that though the tale itself cost me some 
labour I met with none greater than in composing this preface, now 
before thine eyes. Many times I took pen in hand and as many laid 
it down, not knowing what to say. But on one of these occasions, 
as I sat in suspense, paper before me, quill behind mine ear, elbow 
on the table and my cheek resting on my hand, who should enter 

author's prologue xiii 

but a charming, most intelligent friend of mine, who on seeing me 
thus pensive asked the cause. Making no bones of it I plainly told 
him I was attempting a prologue to the history of Don Quijote, but 
it so baffled me I was on the point not only of bidding it farewell but 
of surpressing the deeds of the noble knight altogether. 

' For can you expect me not to be apprehensive of what that 
ancient judge, the public, will say when after the decades I have 
slept in the silence of obUvion it sees me with all my years on my 
back now appearing with a tale dry as sedge, barren of invention, 
feeble in style, poor in conceits and devoid of all learning and doctrine, 
without marginal citation or notes at the end, when I see other 
books, even the fabulous and profane, crammed with quotations 
from Aristotle, Plato and the whole pack of philosophers, which set 
their readers agog and proclaim the authors erudite and eloquent 
scholars ? And then when they cite Scripture ! you'ld take them for 
Saint Thomases or other Church doctors, preserving as they do so 
resourceful a decorum that though in one line they paint a distracted 
lover, in the next they're ready with a pious homily that does the 
heart good to hear or read. 

' Of all this my book will be deprived, since I have nothing to quote 
in the margin and nothing to note at the end. Still less do I know 
who are my authorities in order that this book like all others might 
lead off with an alphabetical list, from Aristotle to Xenophon, or to 
Zoilus and Zeuxis, though the former was a slanderer and the 
latter wielded the brush. So also must my book be without prefatory 
sonnets, at least without those whose authors are dukes, marquises, 
counts, bishops, ladies or renowned poets, though had I asked two 
or three of my friends in the trade, I'm certain they would give me 
such that the poets of greatest repute in present-day Spain couldn't 
match them. In short, dear sir and friend, resolved I am that Senor 
Don Quijote shall remain in the archives of La Mancha till Heaven 
provide some one to trick him out in the things he now lacks and 
which through incapacity and want of learning I cannot supply, 
being by nature slow and slothful in seeking out others to say what 
I can as well say myself. Hence that rapt suspense in which you 
found me ; you have heard its sufficient cause. ' 

Upon this, giving a slap to his forehead and breaking into a hearty 
laugh, my friend exclaimed: ' 'Fore God, brother, now am I reUeved 
of an error that's dogged me during the whole long period of our 
acquaintance. AU that while I held you discreet and prudent of 


action ; whereas now I see you as far from that as the heavens from 
the earth. For how can things of such little concern and easy cure 
engage and arrest so ripe a wit and one so wont to break through 
and trample under foot far greater obtrusions ? I' faith, txs not 
incapacity stands in your way but sloth and poverty of sense. 
Would you see the truth of this ? listen and you'll find that in the 
twinkling of an eye I'll put to rout the problems and remedy all the 
faults that frighten you from publishing the story of your famous 
Quijote, light and mirror of knight-errantry. ' And I replied : ' Tell 
me then how you think to fill the void of my fears and lead unto 
light the chaos of my confusion. ' 

To this my friend returned : ' The first thing you balk at — the 
prefatory sonnets, epigrams and eulogies by persons of rank and 
importance — can be remedied if yourself will take the little trouble 
of their composition and at their baptism christen them with any 
names you please, fathering them on Prester John of the Indies or 
the emperor of Trebizond, who, I am confident, are reputed famous 
poets. Even if they were not and pedants and bachelors turned up 
to dispute it, snapping and snarling behind your back, don't care 
two maravedis for them, who, though they prove the lie, won't cut 
off the hand that wrote it. The marginal references to books and 
writers as authorities for your opinions and statements can be 
managed by the suitable introduction of a few sentences or tags of 
Latin which you already know by heart or are easily found. When 
treating of freedon or captivity for example, 'twill be a simple matter 
to insert : 

Non bene pro toto libertas venditur auro, 

naming in the margin Horace or whoever 'twas that said it. Should 
you dwell on the power of death, make haste with : 

Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas 
Reguraque turres ; 

if on friendship or the love God bids us bear our enemy, come to 
the point at once by citing Scripture, which requires the smallest 
possible research, quoting no less an authority than the Almighty : 
Ego aiitem dico vobis, Diligite inimicos vestros. If evil thoughts be 
your text, quick with the Gospel : De corde exeunt cogitationes 
malse ; if the fickleness of friends, here is Gato with the distich : 

Donee eris felix, multos numerabis amicos ; 
Tempera si fuerint nubila, solus eris. 

author's prologue XV 

With these little odds and ends of Latin and the like you will at 
least be taken for a grammarian, which nowadays is no slight 
honour and profit. 

' In the matter of notes at the end of your book you can safely 
proceed in this fashion. If you mention some giant or other, manage 
to make him Goliath, for merely with him, who will cost you 
nothing, you at once have a grand note reading : The giant Golias 
or Goliath : a Philistine slain of the shepherd David by means of a 
spirited stone-cast in the vale of Teberinth, as related in the Book of 
Kings ; and then cite chapter. Again, to show yourself a scholar in 
polite letters and cosmography, drop an allusion to the river Tagus 
and you'll have ready-made another famous annotation : The river 
Tagus : so called by a certain king of Spain ; it has its birth in such- 
and-such a place and dies in the Oceanus, kissing the walls of the 
famous city of Lisbon. Its sands are supposed to be of gold; et cetera, 
et cetera. 

' If thieves be your subject, I'll give you the history of Gacus, 
which I know by heart ; if courtesans, enter Bishop of Mondonedo, 
who will provide you with Lamia, Laida and Flora, which annota- 
tion will win you great credit ; if cruel women, Ovid will contribute 
Medea ; if witches and enchantresses. Homer has Calypso, and 
Virgil Circe ; if valiant captains, himself in his Commentaries will 
lend you JuUus Ceesar, while Plutarch will furnish a thousand 
Alexanders. If it be love you are depicting, with your two ounces 
of Tuscan you will meet with Leon the Jew, who will satisfy you to 
your heart's content. Should you not care to wander in foreign 
lands, in your own house you have Fonseca, On the Love of God, 
where is condensed all that you and the most fastidious could desire. 
Indeed do but contrive to mention the above names or refer to their 
histories in yours, and leave to me the quoting and annotation, for 
by all that's good I pledge to cram your margins and waste four 
sheets at the end. As to the array of authors such as other books 
boast but which as yet is lacking in yours, all you must do is find 
a volume that names them as you say from A to izzard and appro- 
priate the list outright. Though from the slight use made of it its 
falsity be apparent, what matters it ? some fool may think it helped 
your simple artless history and such an imposing parade will at 
once lend weight, and in any case none will trouble to see whether 
you follow it, since he would have nothing to gain. 

' And most of all, your narrative needs none of the things you say 

XVI author's prologue 

it wants since, if I mistake not, 'tis one long invective against books 
of chivalry, concerning which Aristotle never reasoned, Saint Basil 
delivered himself or Cicero had knowledge. The niceties of truth are 
in no way concerned with their fabulous nonsense, nor the calcula- 
tions of astrology. Neither do geometric dimensions nor confutations 
of arguments employed in rhetoric fall within their scope. Nor is 
there ground for preaching, mixing human and divine in a motley 
wherewith no Christian understanding should be clad. A writer has 
but to make his chosen medium his own : as he disciplines himself 
therein, so^much^the-moj^ep erfect yyiUji s writi ngb^CAnd since the 
sole intent of your book is to destroy the favour and position with 
the vulgar enjoyed by the books of chivalry, your object should be, 
not to beg opinions from philosophers, precepts from Scripture, 
fables from poets, orations from rhetoricians, miracles from saints, 
but to see to it that your phrase and period issue flowing and festive 
in simple, pregnant, just and well-ordered words. Declare your 
conceits and underlying purpose without confusion or mystification, 
and so write that the melancholy will be moved to smiles, the merry 
to laughter. Let the simple be not bored ; let the vdse admire its 
invention, the grave not disparage nor the prudent fail to praise. In 
fine, keep your attention fixed on your aim, that of demolishing the 
ill-founded fabric of these knightly books, loathed by many yet lauded 
by more. If you achieve this, your success will not be slight. ' 

In profound silence I listened to my friend, and was so impressed 
by his argument that I accepted it then and there and adopted it for 
this prologue. Whereby, gentle reader, thou dost see not only his 
sense and my good fortune in this time of need but thine own 
advantage in securing without twists and turnings the history of the 
famous Don Quijote de La Mancha, who by all the dwellers of the 
district of the plain of Montiel is deemed the purest lover and most 
puissant knight seen in those parts this many a day. I would not 
exaggerate my services in introducing thee to so revered and notable 
a champion, but I should appreciate thy thanks for the knowledge 
thou wilt have of the famous Sancho Panza his squire, in whom 
methinks are epitomised all the squirely graces that lie scattered 
throughout the swarming and savourless books of knighthood. With 
this, God give thee health — not forgetting me — and farewell. 


The character and calling of that famous gentleman 
Don Quijote de La Mancha 

IN a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not care to recall, 
there lately lived one of those gentlemen that keep a lance 
in the rack, an ancient shield, a rake of a horse and one lone 
harrier-hound. 'A stew of rather more beef than mutton, usually 
appearing at supper as a salad, lentils Friday, ' paunch and 
penance ' Saturday and young pigeon as a delicacy on Sunday, 
relieved him of three-fourths of his income ; while a doublet of 
broadcloth with velvet breeches and slippers for feast-days and a 
week-day livery of the finest homespun made away with the 
rest. His family comprised a housekeeper past forty, a niece 
under twenty and a yokel for field and mart, who saddled the 
nag as nimbly as he handled the pruning-hook. The age of our 
hidalgo ^bordered on fifty years, but though dry of visage and 
spare of flesh he boasted a vigorous constitution, was a great 
early-riser and a lover of the chase. Authors differ as to his 
name, whether Quijada or Quesada, though there is reason to 
suppose that it really was Quijana. But this matters little to 
our story : enough that in its telling we swerve not a jot from 
the truth. 

Be it known, then, that his intervals of leisure (covering most 
of the year) were employed by this gentleman in reading books 
of chivalry, and with such devotion and delight that he scarce gave 
a thought to the exercise of the chase or even to the management 
of his estate. Indeed this mad passion so obsessed him that he 
sold many acres of arable land for the purchase of these tomes, 
which (as many as he could buy) he then brought home to read. 
Of them all was he most taken with those composed by the 
renowned Feliciano de Silva, whose lucidity of style (with all 
its involutions) struck him as beyond praise — in particular the 
letters of conquest (or of conge) where frequently he lit on periods 


such as : ' The reason of the folly done my reason so impaireth 
my reason that with reason I complain of thy beauty ; ' and 
again : ' The high heavens, which thanks to thy divinity divinely 
fortify thee with the stars, make thee worthy of the merit thy 
nobleness deserveth. ' Over such reasonings the poor man near 
lost his reason, trying far into the night to embowel them of 
theirs, which Aristotle himself could not have discovered had 
he returned to life for that special purpose. 

On the other hand our friend had small patience with the 
wounds received (and inflicted) by Don Belianis, reflecting that 
however deft the surgeons that healed them, his face and whole 
body must needs have been left with many little scars and 
tokens. None the less he commended the author for taking leave 
with leave for another to end that interminable adventure, and 
more than once the wish came to take up the pen and finish 
it himself, and doubtless so he would have done and succeeded 
with it too, had not bolder and more urgent thoughts constrained 
him. He often debated with the village-priest (a learned man, a 
graduate of Siguenza) as to which had been the finer cavalier, 
Palmerin of England or Amadis of Gaul, but Master Nicholas 
the barber maintained that none came up to the Knight of Phcebus, 
unless perhaps Don Galaor — his was a nature ready for anything : 
he was none of your finikin knights, nor a whimperer like his 
brother Amadis, while in point of valour not a whit behind. 

In a word this respected gentleman passed his nights from 
twilight to dawn and his days from dawn to twilight entangled 
in his books, till from little rest and much reading he muddled 
his wits,,. which were filled with the fantasy of all that he read, 
whether of enchantments, broils, battles, challenges, wounds, 
wooings, amours, hurricanos, or of other the wildest absurdities. 
And this fabric of fantastic dreams became so fixed in his fancy 
that for him there was no more reliable history in the world. 
Cid Ruy Diaz was, he granted, a most worthy cavalier, but not 
to be mentioned with the Knight of Flaming Sword, who with 
one back-stroke cut square in two a brace of huge and fearsome 
giants. On even better terms was he with Bernardo del Carpio, 
who at Roncesvalles throttled the enchanted Roland, after the 


manner of Hercules with Terra's son Antaeus. He also spoke 
well of the giant Morgante, for whereas giants as a race are proud 
and rude, Morgante alone was quite the reverse. But above and 
beyond them all he delighted in Rinaldo of Montalvan, especially 
when he saw him sally from his castle and rob everyone that 
came his way, and when (as his history relates) in the land of the 
Moors he made off with that idol of Mahomet, all of solid gold. 
To give a round of kicks to the traitor Galalon he'ld have parted 
with housekeeper and niece to boot. 

Deprived thus of his better judgment our hero hit upon the 
strangest fancy ever madman conceived, and this was that he 
deemed it both proper and imperative, as well for the increase 
of his honour as for the service of the state, that he turn knight- 
errant and wander the world o'er with steed and arms in quest 
of adventure, engaging in all that he had read knights-errant 
engage in, redressing every manner of grievance and courting 
perils and passes in whose surmounting he'ld win deathless 
name and fame. The poor hidalgo already saw himself by his 
arm's might crowned emperor of Trebizond at least, and in 
his rare delight at so pleasant a prospect he hastened to effect 
what had now become a life -resolve. 

His first step was to furbish some armour belonging to his 
great-grandfather and which, eaten with rust and mould, had 
lain for ages forgotten in a corner. He scoured and adjusted the 
various pieces as best he could, but he saw they had one grave 
defect — the helmet had no visor. This lack his ingenuity sup- 
plied by making one of cardboard, which, joined to the head- 
piece proper, gave the effect of helmet entire. ' Tis true that to 
prove it he drew blade and giving it two cuffs, with the first 
undid in an instant the work of a week. The ease wherewith 
he wrecked it could not but seem ill to him, and to secure 
himself from further disaster he made it all over again with 
little iron ribs inside, till satisfied of its strength without a 
second proving, he commissioned and accepted it as a complete 
and perfect helmet. 

Our friend next looked to his horse, one with more sandcracks 
than there are cuartos in a real and with more outs about him 


than had Gonela's jade, that was so much skin and bones ; yet 
to his master neither Alexander's Bucephalus nor the Gid's 
Babieca seemed his equal. Four days he spent in choosing a 
name for the beast, since (so he argued) the charger of so famous 
a knight and one so excellent in himself would ill lack a recog- 
nised appellation. He aimed therefore to procure one suggestive 
of what the animal had been before he became the mount of an 
errant as well as what he was now to be : it stood to reason that 
since the master was changing his calling, the steed should 
change his cognomen, getting him one pompous and high-sound- 
ing, as comported with the new order and exercise he was about 
to profess. Hence of the many names he constructed, dropped, 
added to, tore to pieces and restored, he at last decided on 
Rocin-ante, a word that seemed to him both lofty and sonorous, 
and indicative of what the creature had been when but a forlorn, 
work-a-day nag (rocin), before (antes) becoming what he now 
was : the first and foremost (antes) of all the nags of the world. 

With so pleasant a title for his steed, our knight's next wish 
was to procure one for himself. Eight days were given up to this 
consideration, with the issue that his choice fell on Don Quijote 
(whence, as has been said, certain authors of this so very true 
history would have it that surely his real name was Quijada, 
not Quesada as others would affirm). But recollecting that the 
worthy Amadis, not content with that dry name, made mention 
of his country that he might bring it renown, styling himself 
Amadis of Gaul, he too, like the good knight he was, desired 
with the name of his native country as a tail to his own to be 
proclaimed Don Quijote de La Mancha, whereby (as it seemed to 
him) he declared unmistakeably his lineage and his land and 
honoured the latter by so doing. 

With armour cleansed, helmet reclaimed, horse christened and 
himself confirmed, our champion saw that naught was lacking but 
a maid of whom to be enamoured : for errant without lady-love is 
a tree bare of leaves or fruit, a body and no soul. He would say : 
' If by mischance or by good hap I stumble on some giant here- 
abouts, as is the fashion with errant knights, and if unsaddling 
him or slicing him in twain I vanquish and make him surrender. 


will it not be well to have someone to whom to send him as a gift, 
that he may enter and kneeling before my sweet mistress say in 
accents contrite and humble : ' I am the giant Caraculiambro, 
lord of the island Malindrania, o'erthrown in single combat by 
the never-adequately-praised Don Quijote de La Mancha, who 
bids me present myself before your worship that your highness 
may dispose of me according to your pleasure. ' ' 

O how pleased with himself was our good knight when delivered 
of this speech, and still more when he found one to call his 
lady fair ! It seems that in a village near his own dwelt a comely 
peasant-girl for whom he once cherished feelings, though it would 
appear she never knew it or cared a fig. Aldonza Lorenzo was 
she on whom he thought well to bestow the title of mistress of 
his thoughts. And casting about for a name that would not 
greatly belie her own and at the same time sort and square with 
that of princess and great lady, he hit upon Dulcinea del Toboso 
(el Toboso being her native town) : a name that seemed to him 
musical, self-evident and rare, like all the others he had chosen 
for himself and his outfit. 


The first sally of this imaginative gentleman 
from his native village 

Now that his preparations were complete, our knight would 
brook no tarriance in effecting his design, impelled by the 
feeling of the want its postponement was causing in the world, 
such were the grievances he meant to redress, wrongs right, 
follies correct, abuses mitigate and obligations discharge. And so, 
acquainting no one of his resolve, unseen of any, before the dawn 
of a hot July day he donned armour and ill-fashioned helmet, 
mounted Rocinante, embraced shield, seized lance and through 
the postern of his corral sallied forth onto the open plain, tasting 
the greatest satisfaction and delight on seeing with what ease he 
had embarked on his good emprize. 


But scarce did he find himself out on that table-land, when a 
terrible thought assailed him, and one that all but nipped his 
venture in the bud. He suddenly woke to the fact that he hadn't 
been dubbed a knight ; that accordingly, in compliance with the 
laws of chivalry, he neither should nor could bear arms against 
a cavalier, and that even had he been so dubbed, as a novice he 
must carry his armour white, with no device on his shield till 
his valour earned him one. These considerations made him stag- 
ger in his purpose, but as his lack of reason prevailed over every 
other, he determined to be made a knight by the first he came 
across, in imitation of many before him, even as he had read in 
the books that held him in thrall. Touching the white armour he 
thought, come the chance, to scour his own whiter than ermine. 
With this be quieted down and continued on his way, letting his 
steed take which he would, for therein he deemed lay the very 
spirit of adventure. 

As he ambled along, our new-born champion communed with 
himself and said : ' Who doubts that in years to come, when the 
true narrative of my famous deeds leaps to light and the sage- 
chronicler comes to relate this my first sally so early in the morn- 
ing, who, I ask, doubts that he will describe it in this manner : 
' Scarce had the refulgent Apollo spread the golden tresses of his 
hair over the face of the broad and spacious earth, and scarce 
had the little painted birds with their lyric tongues proclaimed in 
sweet and mellifluous harmony the coming of the flushed Aurora 
as she, leaving the soft couch of her jealous husband, revealed 
herself through the doorways and balconies of the Manchegan 
horizon, when the renowned knight Don Quijote de La Mancha, 
forsaking his downy bed of ease, mounted his far-famed Rocin- 
ante and rode forth over the ancient and celebrated plain of 
Montiel ; ' which was in truth where his journey lay. 

And he continued, saying : ' Happy age and happy time in 
which shall be blazoned abroad my famous deeds, worthy to be 
graven on brasses, chiselled on marbles and painted on tablets 
for future remembrance. O thou cunning magician, whosoever 
thou art to whose fortune it shall fall to chronicle this rare story, 
prithee forget not my good Rocinante, my eternal companion in 



all my callings and quests. ' Then he struck a new strain, mur- 
muring as if truly enamoured : ' O princess Dulcinea, ruler of 
this captive heart, grievous wrong hast thou done, censuring and 
spurning me with cruel mandate not to appear before thy beauty. 
Deign to bethink thee of this submissive heart, lady, that endures 
how many sorrows for thy love. ' With these he strung other 
extravagances, all after the manner of those which his books had 
taught him, imitating as best he could their very language. 

Thus communing with himself our knight travelled so slowly 
and the sun mounted so apace, the heat was enough to melt his 
wits, were any there. Quite all that day he ambled along, yet 
naught befell him worthy the notice, and at this he nigh de- 
spaired, expecting at the very outset to run against one upon 
whom to prove the valour of that puissant arm. Some authors 
name Puerto Lapice as his first adventure, others the adventure 
of the windmills, but the truth is (and this I have verified and 
found so written in the annals of La Mancha) he kept saddle till 
toward everung, when his nag and he were sore fatigued and 
nearly dead of hunger. Casting about on the chance of discov- 
ering some castle or shepherd's hut to relieve his great want, not 
far off he espied an inn, which like a star was to lead him not 
to the porch alone but to the very palace of his salvation. He 
pricked steed and drew near just as the evening was closing in. 

As each new thing he thought, saw or imagined, assumed the 
semblance of something he had met with in his reading, so this 
tavern instantly loomed a castle with four corner-towers and 
silver-shining pinnacles ; nor was drawbridge lacking or deep 
moat or any of the appurtenances wherewith such strongholds 
are depicted. A stone's throw from this inn or castle our advent- 
urer drew rein, looking for some dwarf upon the battlements to 
announce with trumpet that knight was approaching. But seeing 
there was delay and that Rocinante was restless for supper, he 
rode toward the tavern-gate, where chanced to be standing two 
women-adventurers, on their way to Seville with some carriers 
passing the night there. Our cavalier immediately supposed 
them maidens or gracious matrons solacing themselves on the 
castle- ward. 


Now at this juncture a swineherd, gathering in from the 
stubble a drove of hogs (without your pardon be they named), 
chanced to blow his born, the signal for them to herd. Don 
Quijote, supposing this the dwarf announcing his arrival, with 
rare content rode toward the women. But they, seeing and 
fearing this man in full armour with lance and shield, turned 
to seek refuge within, till the other, divining their fear from their 
flight, lifting his cardboard visor, half-revealed his lean and 
dusty face and in subdued tones thus addressed them : ' Let not 
your worships flee or fear aught of injury, since it pertains to 
the order of chivalry I profess to wrong nobody, least of all 
damsels of the rank your presence declares. ' 

The women had stayed to make out his features, which the 
sorry visor half-concealed, but on hearing themselves called 
damsels, a word so foreign to their station, they couldn't forbear 
laughter, to the extent that Don Quijote flew^ off the handle 
saying : ' Courtesy befits the fair and laughter proceeding from 
slight cause is folly. I don't say this to vex or rouse ill-will, 
since mine is no other than to serve you. ' Such language was 
Greek to these ladies and the poor figure cut by our knight did 
but increase their mirth, his annoyance. Things would have gone 
from bad to worse had not now come on the scene the innkeeper, 
who, excessively fat, was a lover of peace, and though, on 
beholding that scarecrow with trappings, shield and corselet so 
out of keeping with his manner of riding, he almost seconded 
the women's unsurpressed amusement, startled as he was by the 
warlike appearance of our champion, he deemed it best to 
speak civilly and so said : ' If your worship, sir knight, seek 
lodging, here you'll find it and to spare — all save a bed for there 
is none. ' 

Don Quijote, marking the amenity of the stronghold's governor 
(such he thought him), replied : * For myself, sir castellano 
(governor), aught is enough, since 

Of arms my habit's made 
And flghting's my repose. ' 

Now his host thought that in addressing him as castellano he 



meant to suggest ' a sly old fox of Castile, ' a thief in disguise in 
other words, whereas he really hailed from Andalusia, from the 
shore of San Lucar, not less a robber than Gacus, nor less a 
rogue than student or page. So he answered : ' In that event 

Shall bed on rocks be laid 
And eyes in sleep ne'er close, 

since your worship may alight with the certainty of finding in 
this humble dwelling cases and causes of not sleeping the whole 
year through, to say nothing of one night. ' With this he held 
the stirrup for our hero, who dismounted with real labour, 
having fasted all that day. He asked that extra care be taken of 
Rocinante, the finest bit of horse-flesh that ever ate bread. The 
innkeeper glanced the animal over but did not think him so good 
as his master had said, nay, not by half. He put him in the stable 
however and returned to attend to the wishes of his guest. 

The damsels, who had made their peace, were in the midst of 
disarming him. They had removed breast-plate and shoulder- 
piece but couldn't loosen the gorget and counterfeit helmet, tied 
together with green ribbon whose knots wouldn't undo and 
Don Qnijote wouldn't hear of their being cut. So all that night 
he remained with head-piece on, the oddest and most ludicrous 
figure conceivable. "While these rough women were divesting 
him, our adventurer, taking them for fine ladies attached to the 
castle, with a deal of manner thus addressed them : 

' By dames so well watched o'er 
A knight was never seen 
As, since he left his door, 
Has Don Quijole been : 
Him maids provided for, 
Princesses his rocin — 

or Rocinante, the name, your highnesses, of my steed, and Don 
Quijote de La Mancha mine. Though I had wished not to be 
known till the deeds done in your service and behalf made me, 
the need of adapting this old ballad concerning Lancelot to the 
present occasion discovered me aforetime. But the day will come 


when your ladyships shall ask and I obey, and the valour of 
mine arm make plain my desire to serve you. ' 

The women, unused to such rhetoric, replied not a word save 
to ask would he eat. ' Anything, for methinks 'twill be much to 
the purpose. ' Now it chanced to be Friday and the only food in 
the tavern was some portions of a certain fish called in Castile 
poor-jack, ling in Andalusia, in some districts cod and in others 
small-cod. So they asked would his worship perhaps relish some 
small-cod, and were answered : ' Many small-cod will serve for 
a salmon-trout, since 'tis the same whether they give me eight 
single reals or a piece of eight ; the more that these small-cod 
may resemble the calf, which is better eating than the cow, even 
as the kid than the goat. But whatever it be, fetch it at once, for 
the work and weight of arms can't be borne on empty stomach. ' 

They placed a table before the inn-door for coolness and the 
keeper brought the knight a piece of ill-soaked and worse cooked 
cod-fish, together with some bread as black and mouldy as his 
armour. Merry thing it was to see him eat, for with helmet on 
and visor over his mouth, one of the women must needs help 
feed him. Likewise was he unable to drink, till the keeper, 
boring a cane and putting one end between his teeth, poured the 
wine in at the other. And this Don Quijote patiently endured 
rather than have them cut the ribbons of his casque. While all 
were thus busy, arrived a boar-gelder who, as he approached, 
sounded four or five notes on an instrument of reeds. This was 
the last touch necessary to assure our errant he was at some 
famous castle where they regaled him with music. Now was he 
certain that the cod were salmon-trout, the bread white, the 
women ladies and the innkeeper the keeper of the stronghold. 
So he could not but regard his purpose and pilgrimage as happily 
begun. Only one thing distressed him : to find himself not 
dubbed, feeling as he did that lawfully he might not tax himself 
with any adventure till he had received the order of knighthood. 



The delightful way our friend chose for being knighted 

HARRAssED by thls thought Don Quijote shortened his pot- 
luck and limited meal. Calling the innkeeper he closeted 
himself in the stable with him and kneeling said : ' Never shall 
I rise from where I kneel, worthy knight, unless your courtesy 
promise to grant the boon I seek, which will redound to your 
own praise and the good of mankind. ' The other, seeing his 
guest at his feet and hearing this declaration, was confounded 
and stood looking at him, not knowing what to do or say. He 
endeavoured to get him to rise but in vain till he had given his 
word as to the desired boon. ' I looked for no less from your 
great magnificence, and I make known that the gift I seek and 
of your large heart granted, is that to-morrow you dub me a 
cavalier. To-night in the chapel of this your castle I shall watch 
mine arms and on the morrow as I have said shall be fulfilled 
what I so strongly desire, that I may wander, as is fitting, over 
the four quarters of the globe in search of adventures on behalf 
of the needy — the office of chivalry and of knights-errant like 
myself that are inclined to such deeds. ' 

The keeper as already hinted was a knowing rogue and ere this 
had suspected his guest's judgment to be clouded, and though 
now certain he decided to humour him and thus provide for the 
evening's entertainment. So he answered that this was a most 
just request and that such a fancy was both proper and natural 
for errants of the high rank he seemed and his genteel presence 
showed him to be ; that himself in his youth had practised that 
honourable calling, wandering in seach of adventures in sundry 
parts of the world, not forgetting the Curing-Grounds near Malaga, 
the Isles of Riaran, the Compass-Quarter of Seville, the Little- 
Mart of Segovia, the Olive-Plaza in Valencia, the Walls in 
Granada, the Shore ofSanLiicar, Cordova's Colt-Fountain, the 


Stalls of Toledo and divers other places, where he had exercised 
lightness of hands and feet, commiting numberless offences, 
soliciting various widows, wronging a maiden or two, cheatmg 
minors, in a word coming in contact with well-nigh all the courts 
and tribunals of Spain ; but he had ended by taking up his abode 
in this his castle, where on his own and others' fortunes he now 
lived, welcoming there all knights-errant, no matter what their 
quality or status, simply from the great affection he bore them 
and that they might share their possessions with him in return 
for his good- will. 

He went on to say that for the present the castle was minus a 
chapel for watching arms, for the old one had been torn down to 
be built anew, but he assured Don Quijote that in case of neces- 
sity they could rightfully be watched wherever he pleased. There 
was an open castle-court where he might keep his vigil for the 
night, and in the morning, God consenting, they would execute 
the appropriate ceremonies and the other would emerge a dubbed 
knight and such an one that there couldn't be more of a knight in 
the world. He asked his guest had be any silver about him, and 
the other told him not a coin, for he had never read in tales 
about knights-errant that they carried such a thing. The innkeeper 
said that in this he was deceived : authors of these books didn't 
specify it, feeling there could be no occasion to mention such 
obvious needments for a journey as bandages and cash. But one 
should not infer that knights did without them ; indeed he should 
consider it proved beyond cavil that all those errants, to whose 
existence so many books testify in extenso, carried purses well 
lined for any emergency. 

They also carried lint, the innkeeper declared, and a little 
chest filled with ointments for healing of wounds, for out there 
on the plains and deserts where they fought and sustained injuries 
there couldn't always be someone around to attend to them, 
unless they had a sage-magician for a friend who, in that case, 
would come to their relief instantly, bearing through the air on 
a cloud damsel or dwarf with flask of water of such virtue that 
with just a drop the knights became as cured of their sores and 
wounds as if they had had none. But were they not favoured 


with such friends, the errants of the past took it for granted that 
their squires came provided with money and other necessities 
such as bandages and liealing salves. And if they couldn't boast 
squires even, which was rare indeed, themselves carried every- 
thing in cunning wallet back of the saddle almost hidden from 
view, as if 'twere something else of greater respect, for, save 
in emergencies of this kind, the carrying of wallets was frowned 
on by the order. He advised him therefore, indeed, as the other 
was so soon to be his god-child, he might command him, to 
proceed no further without money and the stated requirements, 
since he would see when least expected how well it was to have 
them on hand. 

To all this Don Quijote promised strictly to adhere and the 
keeper thereupon ordered the vigil to be kept in a large corral at 
the side of the inn. Our novice gathered his arms and laid them 
on a trough near a well, and embracing shield and grasping lance 
paced slowly back and forth ; and as be began to pace, the night 
began to shut down. The keeper of the tavern told the folk inside 
about his guest's aberration, the arms-vigil and knighthood- 
dubbing that was to follow and they, marvelling at such strange 
delusion, came to witness the spectacle at safe distance. They 
found him pacing back and forth in quietude, but again he would 
stop and leaning on lance gaze fixedly at his armour, long and 
long. Though 'twas night now, the moon shone with sufficient 
brightness to have vied with him that lent it her, and whatever 
the new errant did could readily be seen by all. 

Now at this juncture it befell that one of the carriers came to 
get water for his mules, to do which it was necessary to remove 
the arms from the trough. Don Quijote seeing him approach 
exclaimed : ' Ho thou, whoever thou art, reckless knight, that 
comest to touch the arms of the bravest errant ever girt on sword, 
take heed, would thou not quit this life as guerdon for thy guile. ' 
The carrier took no heed (though better had he attended this 
behest and attended himself in health) but instead seized the 
armour by the straps and gave it a good fling. Beholding this, 
Don Quijote raised his eyes aloft and cried (directing his thoughts 
to his lady Dulcinea) : ' Lend me thine aid, lady mine, in this 


the first affront offered thine enthralled heart. Let not thy favour 
and protection forsake me in this initial crisis. ' With these 
words and more like them he dropped shield and raising lance 
gave the carrier a swingeing blow on the head, laying him so flat 
that had another followed the poor chap would have had no use 
for a leech. This done our novice collected his armour and paced 
baclTandlbrth with the same tranquillity as at first. 

After short space another carrier, ignorant of what had occured 
(for the first lay unconscious), came with like intent of watering 
his mules. As he approached to remove the armour from the 
trough, Don Quijote again, and this time without words and 
imploring favour of none, dropped shield, raised lance and broke 
not it but the carrier's head into more than three parts for it 
opened up in quarters. All, including the innkeeper, at once 
came on the run to the scene of trouble, but the knight at their 
advance raised shield again and putting hand to sword cried : 
' O mistress of beauty, vigour and virtue of my enfeebled heart, 
now is the moment to turn thy ladyship's eyes toward this thy 
captive lord whom so great an adventure is awaiting ; ' which 
invocation seemed to instil such fresh courage in his breast that 
he wouldn't have taken a step backward for all the carriers in the 

The comrades of the wounded, seeing them so, from afar began 
to shower stones on the assailant who, covering himself with his 
shield as he could, ventured not to leave the trough lest he seem 
to forsake the armour. The keeper called to the carriers to quit 
— hadn't he told them the man was mad and being mad could 
kill them all with impunity ? Likewise Don Quijote in still 
louder voice denounced them as recreant traitors and named the 
lord of the castle villain and base-born knight in allowing errant 
guests to experience such treatment, adding that had he received 
the order of chivalry, he'ld make him understand this breach of 
trust. ' But of you, you low-lived rabble, I make no account. 
Gome throw your stones and injure me as you can ; you'll soon 
find reward for your insult and folly. ' This was said with such 
utter fearlessness that his adversaries quailed, and therefrom no 
less than from their host's warning ceased their attack. Don 


Quijote left them to carry off their wounded and himself returned 
to his vigil, calm and untroubled as before. 

The innkeeper didn't fancy his guest's jokes and hoping to 
cut them short determined to give him the benighted order of 
chivalry at once, before another disaster should befall. Walking 
to Don Quijote he tried to exculpate himself from that base 
crew's insolence, professing entire ignorance save that they were 
roundly punished for their temerity. As he had already informed 
him, the castle didn't boast a chapel, but a chapel after all 
wouldn't be of much use for what remained to be done. The 
whole business of being dubbed, according to his understanding 
' of the ceremonial, consisted in a cuff on the neck and a blow with 
the flat of the sword on the shoulder and these could be given 
in the middle of a field. Our candidate had fulfilled, he said, the 
requirement of watching arms : only two hours were necessary 
and he had been over four. His pupil swallowed all and said he 
was ready to obey him then and there, urging the greatest pos- 
sible despatch, for if he were attacked a second time and found 
himself knighted, he didn't think to leave a person in that castle 
alive, save such as he might spare at the request of and out of 
respect to its lord. 

Forewarned and fearful of such catastrophe, the keeper quickly 
brought from the inn a book wherein he hept account of straw 
and barley used by carriers, and accompanied by the two women 
and a small boy bearing a candle-end, approached the applicant. 
Commanding him to kneel he muttered something behind his 
manual as if in devout prayer and midway raising his hand gave 
him a sound whack on the neck, following it with blow royal on 
the shoulder with the flat of his sword, all the time muttering 
between his teeth as if praying. This done he ordered one of the 
women to gird on the blade, which she did with great sobriety 
and self-control, though at every point all were on the verge of 
laughter, and only the recollection of the prowess just displayed 
by the new knight restrained them. 

In fastening the sword the good woman said : ' God make thy 
worship a most venturesome knight and grant thee fortune in 
battle. ' Don Quijote enquired her name that therafter he might 


know to whom he was beholden for the favour received, since 
he purposed to bestow upon her some portion of the honour his 
strong arm was to reap him. She answered most humbly that 
she was known as La Tolosa, the daughter of a Toledan cobbler 
of the stall of Sancho Bienaya, but that wherever she might be, 
she would serve him as her lord. The knight asked that for love 
she do him the favour of assuming the Don and thereafter style 
herself Dona Tolosa ; which she promised to do. The other 
woman buckled his spurs and the same colloquy passed as with 
her of the sword. He asked her name and was told La Molinera, 
her father a respected miller of Antequera. He requested her 
likewise to assume the Don and call herself Dona Molinera, 
offering his further services and good- will. 

Now that with breathless speed this unprecedented ritual was 
concluded, our late-born champion scarce could wait to find him- 
self ahorse and on' the road in quest of adventure. Accordingly 
he saddled Rocinante and mounted, and embracing his host made 
such extraordinary speeches by way of thanks that 'tis impossible 
accurately to set them down. Seeing him well outside, the 
innkeeper with no less rhetoric but in fewer words made reply 
and not asking pay for his lodging gave him hearty farewell. 

Our knight's experiences after quitting the inn 

'rpwAS early dawn when Don Quijote rode forth from the inn, 
_L so contented, thrilled and jubilant at finding himself a 
knight, his joy was like to burst his horse's girth. But recollecting 
the landlord's advice as to requisites for the road, in particular 
money and lint, he decided to turn home and get a complete 
outfit, including a squire, slating a peasant neighbour of his, poor 
and with children but otherwise well suited to that office. He 
therefore headed Rocinante home, who, as if scenting old haunts, 
started off so briskly that his feet appeared barely to touch the 


The two had not gone far when the rider thought he heard in 
the thick coppice on his right a voice as of a person pleading, 
and then and there he exclaimed : ' I give thanks to Heaven for 
the favour it shows in laying so promptly before me opportunities 
whereby I can fulfil mine obligations to my calling and gather 
the fruits of my worthy aims. This voice proceeds no doubt 
from a person in distress, some man or woman that requires my 
succour and assistance. ' He guided Rocinante toward the sounds 
and soon discovered a mare tied to a holm-oak and a boy about 
fifteen lied to another, naked to the waist. He it was that was 
making outcry and not without cause, for a lusty farmer was 
belting him, accompanying each stroke with reproof and precept 
saying : ' Wide eyes and tight mouth ; ' while the lad kept 
crying : ' I'll not do so again, master ; by the passion of God I 
won't. I swear I'll take better care of the flock. ' 

Don Quijote, observing all, called in angry voice : ' Impudent 
knight, it looks ill to attack one that can't defend himself. Mount 
and take lance (one was standing against the tree to which the 
mare was tied), that I may expose the dastardly trick you are 
playing. ' The farmer, seeing an armed figure brandish a lance 
over him, gave himself up for dead and with humble words made 
answer : ' Sir knight, this boy I flog I hired to watch a flock of 
ewes hereabouts, but he proves so careless that every day one is 
missing, and because I punish his negligence, or roguery it may 
be, he says I do it out of miserliness to avoid wages, and 'fore 
God and on my soul he lies. ' ' How dare you utter such libel in 
my presence, vile villein ! ' quoth Don Quijole ; ' by the sun that 
gives us light I have a mind to pass you through with this lance. 
Pay him without a word, or by the God that rules I'll transfix 
you to your death. Unbind him instantly I say I ' 

The farmer hung his head and attempting no reply unbound 
the lad, whom Don Quijote questioned as to what his master 
owed. ' For nine months at seven reals a month. ' Don Quijote 
making the calculation and finding it came to sixty-three reals 
ordered the farmer to lay down the money on pain of death. 
The terrified countryman replied that by the pass in which he 
found himself and by the oath he had already sworn (though he 



had sworn to nothing) the debt was not that large, since three 
pairs of shoes and a real for two blood-lettings when the lad lay 
sick were to be deducted. ' Well and good, ' said the knight ; 
' pair off the shoes and blood-lettings with these undeserved 
stripes. If he broke through the hide of the shoes, you have 
broken through that of his body, and if the barber drew blood 
in sickness, you have drawn it in health, so that on either score 
he owes you nothing. ' 

' The deuce of it is, sir knight, I haven't the money here. 
Let Andres come home and I'll pay him to the real. ' ' I go home 
with him ! ' exclaimed the lad ; ' O year of woe ! sire, 'tis not to 
be thought of, for the moment he has me alone, he'll flay me 
like Saint Bartholomew. ' ' Nay, nay, ' said his deliverer ; ' that 
I command is enough that he shall obey, and provided he swear 
by the order of chivalry he has received, letting him go I'll 
guarantee the payment. ' ' May your worship listen to what you 
say, ' returned the lad ; ' my master is no knight nor has he 
received any order of chivalry — he's only Juan Haldudo the 
rich of Quintanar. ' 'What of that?' responded Don Quijote; 
' Haldudos can be knights and gentlemen ; the more that every- 
man is the son of his works. ' ' True enough, ' said Andres, ' but 
of what works is my-master the son when he withholds pay for 
the sweat of my brow ? ' ' I don't withhold it, brother Andres, ' 
put in the farmer ; ' give me the pleasure of your company and 
I sWear by all the orders of chivalry in the world to pay you as 
I said, real by real and all perfumed. ' 

' Keep the perfumery, ' said Don Quijote ; ' pay in reals and 
I shall be content. But take care to do as you have sworn or by 
that same oath I swear to return, hunt you out and punish you, 
though you hide closer than a lizard. Would you know who 
gives this command, that you may be the more bound to obey 
it, behold the valerous Don Quijote de la Mancha, avenger of 
insults and injuries. God be with you and may you forget not 
the promise and oath under pain of the penalty pronounced ; ' so 
saying he spurred Rocinante and soon had left them behind. 
The farmer followed with his eyes till the knight had quit the 
wood, and then turning to his servant said : ' Gome hither, my 


son, that I may pay what I owe, as commanded by this avenger 
of wrongs. ' And Andres : ' I swear you will do well in obeying 
such a good knight. May he live a thousand years, since he's 
a worthy and fearless judge. By Roque, but he'll return and do 
what he threatens, if you don't pay me. ' ' I swear so too, ' said 
the farmer, ' but I love you so well that I wish to increase the 
debt in order to increase the pay. ' And seizing the lad's arm he 
tied him again to the holm-oak and lashed him nearly to his 
death. ' Gall on the redresser of injuries now, Mister Andres, 
and you'll find he doesn't undo this one, though I believe it 
not wholly done, for I've a mind to flay you alive even as you 
feared. ' But instead he set him free, giving him leave to seek out 
his judge that he might execute the sentence pronounced. Andres 
left him in dudgeon, swearing to go in search of the valerous 
Don Quijote de La Mancha and rehearse to him point by point 
what had passed, and all would be paid sevenfold. But he was 
sobbing when they parted, and the farmer laughing. 

Thus did the gallant adventurer right this wrong ; but he of 
course was more than content at what had taken place, deeming 
it a high and happy beginning to his chivalrous deeds. With 
great complacency he rode toward home, saying half-aloud : 
' Well mayst thou call thyself blest above all living, O thou fair 
above the fair, Dulcinea del Toboso, since it sorted to thee to 
hold subject and obsequious to thine every wish and will so 
valiant, so renowned a knight as is and shall be Don Quijote de 
La Mancha who, as all the world knows, only yesterday received 
the order of chivalry, and to-day has righted the direst wrong 
and injury ever injustice concocted or cruelty performed, wrest- 
ing the scourge from his heartless foe who so without reason 
was flogging a delicate child. ' Having now arrived where four 
roads met, the knight straightly bethought him of the cross-roads 
where errants were wont to place themselves that they might 
cast in their minds which one to take, and in imitation thereof 
our errant now delayed a while. When he had thought it all out, 
he lent the reins to his steed, subjecting his own to Rocinante's 
will, which led him, as at first, straight toward his stable. 

Again had they gone about two miles when Don Quijote 


descried a company of horsemen, who later appeared Toledan 
traders en route to Murcia to buy silk. They were six, each 
under a parasol, together with four mounted servants and three 
mule-servants afoot. Scarce had our knight observed them when 
he imagined this a fresh adventure, and to emulate as far as 
possible the various feats of arms described in his books, he 
intended now to introduce one that, he felt, fitted like a glove. 
To this end, assuming an easy air of courage he planted himself 
firmly in the stirrups, tightened his hold on lance, drew shield 
over breast and taking stand in the middle of the road awaited 
these knightly-adventurers, as he held and judged them to be. 
When they were near enough to see and hear him, with haughty 
gesture he cried : ' Let all the world halt, if all the world do 
not acknowledge there's not in all the world a maiden more 
beautiful than the empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea 
del Tobosa. ' 

On hearing these words the merchants halted and when they 
beheld the scarecrow figure that uttered them, his demeanour 
and demand at once showed them that the person responsible 
for them was not responsible for himself. They were anxious 
nevertheless more leisurely to learn why such confession was 
sought, and one, a bit of a wag and shrewd withal, spoke up and 
said : ' Sir knight, we know not the lady fair you refer to. 
Discover her, and if she prove as beautiful as you say, with 
pleasure and without reward we shall acknowledge the truth of 
your assertion. ' ' Should I show you her, ' said Don Quijote, 
' what profit in the acknowledgment of a truth so obvious ? 
The thing is without sight of her you must acknowledge and 
believe it, affirm, swear and defend it, or fight, you unnatural 
and presumptuous louts. Whether you come singly, as the order 
of chivalry craves, or all together, as is the custom and vulgar 
usage of your breed, here I expect and await you, trusting in the 
right on my side. ' ' Sir kinight, ' replied the other, ' that we 
may not burden our consciences by vouching for a thing we've 
neither seen nor heard, and which moreover is strongly to the 
prejudice of the empresses and queens of Alcaria and Estrama- 
dura, on behalf of all these princes I pray your worship may 


be pleased to show us a portrait of the lady, for, tliough it be no 
larger than a grain of wheat, by the thread one comes to know 
the reel : we shall rest satisfied and safe, you contented and 
acquitted. Indeed methinks we're already so much on her side 
that though her likeness represent her asquint of one eye and 
distilling vermillioa and brimstone from the other, for your sake 
we should say in her favour all that you asked. ' 

' She distils nothing of the kind, ye dogs ! ' exclaimed our 
knight in towering rage ; ' she distils naught but ambergris and 
civet in cotton; nor is she crook-eyed or crook-backed but 
straighter than the spindle of the Guadarrama mountains. But 
you shall answer for this great blasphemy against the boundless 
beauty of my lady-love. ' Saying this he drove at their spokes- 
man with levelled lance and with such sudden fury that if by 
good chance Rocinante had not stumbled and fallen in mid- 
career, the rash merchant would have fared ill. But the steed 
fell and sent his rider rolling a good space along the road. The 
latter tried repeatedly to rise but the weight of the old armour, 
with that of lance, shield, spurs and helmet, hindered him and 
held him down. In this vain endeavour to regain his feet he 
kept crying : ' Flee not, cowards ! flee, not, caitifis ; stand ! not 
I but my horse is why I am stretched out here. ' 

One of the mule-servants, who couldn't have been any too 
good-natured, hearing such arrogance from the poor fallen one, 
could not suffer it without giving him answer in the ribs. Coming 
up, he seized the lance, and breaking it into several pieces, with 
one began to administer such swinge^ to our Don Quijote that 
despite the armour he ground him like grain. His masters cried 
out for him to desist, but the fellow was piqued and wouldn't 
quit the game till he had staked all his fury. Availing himself of 
the other lance-pieces he expended them all on the miserable 
challenger, who amid all this tempest of sticks kept threatening 
the vengeance of heaven and earth against these brigands, as he 
now considered them. The servant at last exhausted himself and 
the merchants jogged on, not wanting matter for talk on their 
way. When he of whom they spoke found himself alone, he 
again attempted to rise, but if he could not when whole and 


sound, how could he beaten to bits and well-nigh undone ! Even 
so, he counted himself happy, esteeming this a misventure 
appropriate to knights-errant ; moreover he attributed all to the 
shortcoming of his steed. But rise he certainly could not, since 
his body was one bruise. 

A continuance of the narrative of our knight's humiliation 

SEEING of a surety that he could not help himself, our hero 
resorted to his usual remedy of recalling some episode in 
his books, and his madness brought to his mind the case of 
Baldwin and the Marquis of Mantua when the former was left 
wounded on the mountain by Garloto — a tale familiar to child- 
ren, not unknown to youths, praised and even believed by old 
men, yet no more fact than the miracles of Mahomet. That affair 
seemed to Don Quijote to come pat to his predicament, and as 
in great agony he rolled along the ground, with broken breath 
he began to repeat the words of the wounded Knight of the 

Where canst' thou be, beloved heart. 
That for my plight thou dost not grieve ? 
Either in ignorance thou art 
Or thou art false and dost deceive. 

In this manner he continued as far as the lines : 

O noble Marquis of Mantua, 
Mine uncle and lord in the flesh, 

when it chanced that there passed a peasant (a neighbour of the 
knight) who had been with a load of wheat to the mill. Behold- 
ing this man lying there, he approached and asked his name and 
why he thus sadly lamented. But Don Quijote, taking him for 
his uncle the Marquis of Mantua, made no reply, continuing the 
ballad where it tells of his humiliation, together with the amours 
of the emperor's son and his wife, word for word as the romance 


relates. The peasant stood listening to and marvelling at this 
nonsense till, removing the visor, which had been demolished 
by the blows, and wiping the dust from the poor man's face, 
at once recognising him he exclaimed : ' Seiior Quijada ! ' (the 
name by which he was known before he lost his reason and 
turned from a gentleman at ease to a knight of the road) ' and 
what has brought you to this pass ? ' But the other let the ballad 
answer each question that was put. 

So there was naught for the good man to do but remove the 
knight's breast-plate and shoulder-piece as best he could ; but no 
blood or sign of wound was discoverable. He managed to lift 
him from the ground and after not a little labour lay him on his 
ass, which seemed the easier of the two mounts. Gathering up 
the arms, even to the fragments of the lance, he fastened them on 
Rocinante, whom he then led by the bridle and his ass by the 
halter toward their village, sadly troubled by the wild talk of 
the challenger, who was no less in grief since, pounded and 
broken to pieces, he could not keep position, still sighing heaven- 
ward in a way that caused the peasant again to enquire as to his 
troubles. But it seemed as if Satan reminded the poor man of 
stories that sorted with his situation for, losing sight of Baldwin, 
he bethought him of how the governor of Antequera, Rodrigo 
de Narvaez, captured the Moor Abindarraez and brought him 
prisoner to his fortress. So when the peasant now asked, the 
knight answered in the words employed by Abindarraez in his 
reply to Rodrigo, as told in the Diana of Jorge de Montemayor ; 
and so apposite did he make it that the peasant wished himself 
to the devil for listening to such a harvest of absurdities. Glean- 
ing from it all that his neighbour had gone mad, he hastened to 
their village that he might be rid of the confusion caused by this 
long harangue. 

At the end of this last tale Don Quijote said : ' Seiior Don 
Rodrigo de Narvaez, your worship is to know that the fair 
Xarifa above named is not the rare Dulcinea del Toboso, she for 
whom I have done, am doing and shall continue to do the most 
famous deeds of knighthood the world has yet seen, now sees 
or ever shall see. ' To which the peasant replied : ' Mark you. 


sir, that, sinner thougli I be, I'm no Rodrigo de Narvaez nor 
Marquis of Mantua, but your neighbour Pedro Alonso ; nor is 
your worship Baldwin or Abindarraez bnt the respected gentle- 
man Senor Quijada. ' ' I linow who I am and I know that I can 
be not only those I have named but the Twelve Peers of France 
and the Nine of Fame as well, since my deeds outweigh all 
theirs, both what they did singly and in unison. ' 

Engaged in this and similar converse they reached the village, 
just at dusk, but the peasant delayed a bit before entering, that 
none might see how poor a horseman their battered townsman 
made. When all was dark, he entered the place and the corral 
of Don Quijote's house, which he found in great turmoil. The 
priest and barber, the knight's great friends, were there, and the 
honsekeeper at the top of her voice was saying : ' What think 
you. Doctor Pedro Perez, of my master's strait ? Neither horse 
nor rider nor shield, lance and armour has been seen these three 
days. Misery of me but I think, and this is the truth as I was 
born to die, that those cursed books of chivalry, which he reads 
with never a let-up, have addled his wits. For I remember often 
to have heard him say, addressing himself, that he longed to 
turn errant and go through these worlds on the track of adven- 
tures. May all such books be commended to Satan and Barabbas, 
since they have wrecked the most delicate understanding in all 
La Mancha. ' 

The niece said the same and more : ' Believe me, barber 
Nicholas, not infrequently mine uncle would read in these 
soulless books of disaventures two days and nights at a stretch, 
and then throwing the volume from him would clap hand to 
sword and go slashing the walls. At length, exhausted, he'ld say 
he had killed four giants like four towers, calling his sweat the 
blood of battle-wounds. Then would be drink a jug of cold 
water and rest well and quiet again, saying the water was a 
most precious balsam fetched by the sage Esquife, a great 
magician and a friend of his. But the whole blame is mine, in 
that I didn't advise your worships of mine uncle's frenzies, that 
they might have been cured ere they reached this present pitch 
and all those excommunicated books, whereof he has great num- 


ber, been set on fire, for they deserve to be burned like heretics.' 
' I say no less, ' said the priest, ' and by my faith to-morrow 
shall not pass without a public act being voted to condemn them 
to the flames ; no longer shall they cause whoever reads them to 
do what my good friend must have done. ' 

The peasant and Don Quijote were outside listening to all this. 
Thereby the former came to know for certain the nature of the 
.latter's malady, so now he called : ' Open, your worships, to 
Senor Baldwin and Senor Marquis of Mantua, who comes sorely 
wounded ; open too to Senor Moor Abindarraez, whom the 
worthy Rodrigo de Narvaez, Governor of Antequera, leads 
captive. ' At this they rushed out and recognising some their 
friend, others their master and uncle, ran to embrace him, though 
not yet dismounted from the ass — for he was helpless. ' Hold 
all, ' he cried, ' for I come sadly wounded through my steed's 
default. Garry me to bed and if possible call in the sage Urganda 
to inspect and heal my wounds. ' ' May I be cursed, ' quoth the 
housekeeper, ' if my heart didn't tell me truly on which foot my 
master limped. Dismount, sir, and welcome home, for we shall 
know how to cure you without any of your ganders. The devil 
take, I say again and a hundred times more, the books that have 
done you this ill. ' 

They straightway carried him to bed, but found no wounds 
though he told them his whole body was one, having suffered a 
great fall wiiith his steed Rocinante while fighting ten giants, the 
boldest and most lawless that could be found in the greater 
cantle of the world. ' Ha, ha ! ' nodded the priest, ' so there are 
giants in the dance?' They asked a thousand questions but his 
only answer was that they must give him something to eat and 
lek him sleep, the thing he most needed. This they did and the 
priest got a full account from the other of the finding of their 
friend. The peasant told all, including the wild things he had 
said both as he lay on the ground and on the road home. This 
increased the priest's desire to do what he did next day, which 
was first of all to get the barber to go with him to Don Quijote's 



The high and mighty inquisition held by priest 
and barber on the library of our imaginative gentleman 

THE knight was still sleeping. The priest asked for the key • 
of the room where were kept the books that had done the 
nischief. The niece willingly gave it and all went in. There they 
bund naore than a hundred well-bound large volumes and 
lumerous small ones. No sooner did the housekeeper catch sight 
)f them than she fled from the room, presently returning with a 
jrock of holy-water and a bunch of hyssop, saying to the priest : 

Take these, your worship, and sprinkle the room lest here lurk 
iome magician, one of the many in these books, who might 
juchant us for our seeking to oust them from the world. ' Smiling 
it her credulity, the priest bade the barber hand him the books 
singly that he might learn wereof they treated — he might find 
iome undeserving judgment by fire. ' None deserves pardon, ' 
jleaded the niece, ' since all are offenders. 'Twere well to throw 
iveryone of them into the inner-court and apply a light to the 
leap, or better carry them to the corral where the smoke won't 
rouble us. ' The housekeeper agreed — such was the pair's 
pleasure in the slaughter of these innocents. But the priest 
vouldn't consent till he had at least read the titles. 

The first that Master Nicholas placed in his hands were the 
bur volumes of Amadis of Gaul. ' Curious, ' said the priest, ' for 
his was the first Eo5kn3f^ivalry_printedL in _Spain, they tell 
ne, and from it sprang all "BBrothers" As founder of so'pernic- 
ous a sect; methThFs' we should condemn it without apology to 
he fire. ' ' On the contrary, ' replied the barber, ' 'tis the best, 

have heard, of all the books of this character ; as alone in its 
ilass therefore it should be pardoned. ' ' Right you are, ' said 
he priest ; ' for the present at least its life shall be spared. What 
s the one standing next it ? ' ' The Exploits of Esplandian, 
egitimate son of Amadis of Gaul. ' ' The goodness of thTfother 


availeth not the child, ' returned the priest ; ' open the window, 
mistress housekeeper, and lay the foundation for the fire. ' With 
a right good-will the woman obeyed and the worthy Esplandian 
went flying into the yard to await with all patience his pending 

' This next, ' said the barber, ' is Amadis_of_Greece and all 
on that side are of the same Amadis breed. ' ' To the yard with 
them, ' ordered the priest ; ' rather than not burn Queen Pinti- 
quiniestra and the shepherd Darinel together with the eclogues 
and the involved and bedevilled discourse of the author, I'ld 
burn the father that begat me, did he masquerade as knight- 
errant. ' ' I too, ' agreed the barber. ' And I, ' said the niece. 
' Well then, ' chimed in the househeeper, ' let them come, and 
away they go, ' she cried, as they handed them to her and she, 
sparing the stairs, pitched them out of the window. ' What is 
that tub ? ' asked the priest, and when the barber told him Don 
Olivante de Laura, he said : ' The author of this book also wr&te 
The^Garden^fFlowers, and 'tis dificult to tell which is the more 
truthful, or better say, the less false. But of this I am certain 
that for its fatuous pride it should go to the yard. ' And this, ' 
said the barber, ' is Florismarte jof Hyrcania. ' ' And is Seiior 
Florismarte here ! ' exclaimed the priest ; ' then by my faith he 
must soon be in the yard despite his miraculous birth and 
extraordinary adventures ; his stiff barren style permits of naught 
else. To the yard with him and the other, mistress housekeeper. ' 
' My pleasure, ' she answered, carrying out his wish with 

' Here is The Knight Platir. ' ' 'Tis an old book, ' the priest 
declared, ' but I have yerto find aught that warrants absolution, 
so let him join the others without protest ; ' and join them he 
did. He opened another whereof he found the title, JThe Knight 
of the Gross. ' For the sacredness of the name one mighTKrfive 
itsstupidityTbut the saying is : The devil lurks — so away with 
it to the fire. ' Taking up another the barber told him 'twas The 
M irror of Knig htlyPeeds. ' I know his worship of old, ' offered 
the priest ; ' Rinaldo of Montalvan appears in this book, together 
with his friends and boon companions, worse robbers than 


Gacus ; aad the Twelve Peers with their truthful story-teller 
Turpin. I'm for condemning it to certainly no more than per- 
petjjaL banishment, if only because it furnished material to Matteo 
(Bbiardo^ and from it too the Christian poet Ludovico Afibstd) 
s^unTms web. Him, were he here in another tongue, 1 khould 
little respect, but if in his own, I'ld place him on my head. ' 
' Well, 'tis in the Italian I own him, ' vouchsafed the barber, 
' but I confess I don't comprehend him. ' ' Nor were it well if 
you did, ' returned the priest ; ' and we should have forgiven the 
good Captain if he had not introduced him into Spain by dress- 
ing him in Castilian. He robbed him of much of his native force, 
as indeed do all that would turn verse into another tongue ; 
however cunning and careful they be, the poems never have 
the charm of the original. But to return : I feel that this and all 
the books treating of those French affairs should be dropped 
down a dry well and left, till we can examine and see what shall 
be done with them, always excepting one Bernardo del Carpio 
that is going about nowadays, and a book caUedTRoncesvalles, 
These in coming to my hands are certain to pass into those of 
the housekeeper and so to the fire without remission. ' Of all 
this the barber approved : so assured was he that the priest was 
too good a Christian and too much a friend of the truth to speak 
else for all the world. 

Opening another book the barber found it Palmerin de Oliva 
and next Pal merin o f England ; whereupon the priest remarked : 
' Let this olive be hewn down and cast into the fire, till not 
even the ashes remain, but let this English palm be spared and 
preserved as a rare specimen, and let there be made a chest for 
it such as Alexander found among the spoils of Darius, who 
|kept the works of Homer therein. This book, my friend, pos- 
sesses merit of two kinds. First, 'tis excellent in itself, and 
secondly, according to report 'twas written by an intelligent 
Portugese king. The episodes connected with Miraguarda's castle 
are deftly contrived, the dialague is courteous and clear and very 
perceivingly maintains the essential character of each speaker. 
I feel therefore, saving Master Nicholas's good judgment, that 
this and Amadis of Gaul should be saved the fire, but that the 


rest should perish without further examination. ' ' Not so, friend 
pries t, ' repl ied the barber, ' for the book now in niy hand iTthe 
celebrated Don BeTiams|'~TIve'inre,' said the priest, 'with his 
second, tmrd and fourth parts needs a little rhubarb to purge 
him of excess of bile. 'Twere well also to rid him of that rubbish 
of the Castle of Fame and even worse nonsense, wherefor we 
shall allow hinl certains days of grace and, as he is puritied 
or not, so mercy or justice shall be dealt him. In the interval, 
my friend, keep him in your house where none can read him. ' 
' Agreed, ' replied the other. 

As the priest cared not to weary himself further with books 
of chivalry, he bade the housemistress take all the larger volumes 
and throw them into the yard. He spake to a person neither 
deaf nor dull but more eager to destroy these books than weave 
a piece of cloth however large or fine. Taking seven and eight., 
at a time, she pitched them out of the window. In this way one 
fell at the feet of the barber who, picking it up, found it bore the 
title. History of Famous Tirante the White. ' God help me ! ' 
quoth the priest ; ' and if here isn't Tirante. Hand it over, friend, 
for verily niethinks therein have I found a treasure of content, 
a mine'of diversion. In this book we meet with Don Kyrielson 
of Montalvan, a worthy knight, together with his brother Thomas 
of Montalvan and the cavalier Fonseca, not to mention the battle 
the bold Tirante fought with the mastiff and the repartees of the 
damsel Placer-de-mi-vida, with the intrigues and amours of the 
widow Reposada and the tale of the empress enamoured of 
Hippolito her squire. Truly, friend, by_right^ of style this is the 
best book in the world. Here knights eat, sleep, die in bed, and 
make their wilTs before the end, together with mucb else other 
books of chivalry eschew. In my opinion this author is deserv 
ing, for he didn't with open eyes write nonsense fit to send 
him to the galleys for life. Take him home and read him and 
you'll see I speak truth. ' 

' Good, ' said the barber ; ' but tell me, what disposal shall we 
make of these little books ? ' ' They must contain poetry, not 
chivalry, ' remarked the priest ; opening one he found the Diana 
of Jorge de Montemayor, and supposing the others to be poetry as 


well, he continued : ' These books don't deserve the fate of th® 
others because, written for our amusement, they do not and will 
not do th-e harm books of chivalry have done. ' ' Ah, sir, ' inter- 
posed the niece, ' 'twere better to burn them with the rest or no 
sooner will mine unclebe cured of his chivalry-ailment than like 
enough, afteFfeadin^-atl these verses, he'll want to turn shepherd 
and wander" through field and forest with pipe and song. A nd 
' twould^J trrWors e iflie" became a poet, a disease both infectious 
and incurable Jhey. say. ' ' The girl is right, ' acknowledged the 
priesTp 'twill be as well to save him from this pitfall. But as 
to the Diana, methinks it shouldn't be burned ; merely shorn 
rather of the passages dealing with the sage Felicifl and most of 
the longer verse. The prose, and the honour of 'being.Jlifi.first 
book of it s kind, s hould be left it.' 

0' The" nex^k^ne, ' said the barber, ' is Diana the second, by the 
Salamancan.Wnd still ^nother of the same name by ffil Polo. ' 
' The one by the Salamancan may join and increase the number 
of the damned, but the other, by GillPolo, shall be preserved as 
if by Apollo. Gome, my friend, let's liseiiespatch-for-'tis getting 
late. ' ' This book, ' said the barber opening another, ' is The Ten 
Books of Love's Forturfe, by the Sardinian poet Antonio de 
LofrSso; ' ' By mine orders, ' the other exclaimed, ' from the 
time Apollo was Apollo, the muses muses and the poets poets, ' 
this is the best and rarest b'ook of its kind ; one so diverting and 
whimsical has never been piit together and he that hasn't read it 
may be sure he has never read anything so delightful. Hand it 
here, friend, for I .prize more having met with this than the gift 
of a cassock of Florentine serge. ' The priest joyously put it out 
of harm's way and the other remarked:: 'These now in my 
hands are The Shepherd of Iberia, The Nymphs of Henares and 
a Disclosure of Jealousy. ' ' All you must do fs to entrust ffi'em to 
the secular arm of the housekeeper ; don't ask why or I'ld never 
have done. ' ' And this, ' offered the barber, ' The Shepherd of 
Filida. ' ' No shepherd, his informant replied, ' butlitaTenfed 
noblBlffan ; keep him like a precious stone. ' 

Still another the barber produced saying : ' This larger volume 
is entitled A Treasury of Many Poems. ' ' Were they fewer they 


^ould be more prized, ' was the criticism ; ' this book should be 
weeded of the failures that choke the finer things. Keep it 
however, both out of consideration of the author's more heroic" 
and high-minded verse and because he's a friend of mine. ' ' And 
this The Songs of Lopez Maldonado. ' ' Him too I number among 
my great friends, ' returned the priest ; ' they that hear him sing 
his songs are ravished by them and enchanted by the sweetness 
of his voice. He's a trifle too verbose in his eclogues, but perfec- 
tion after all is not to be looked for everywhere ; so let the book 
be kept among the sheep. Have you another ? ' 

'The Galatea, "by Miguel de Cervantes,"'' replied the barber. 
' My "great friend for many years, tJiis_,GeEyaates, and I can 
assure you Ee'^s'a man" more versed in reverses than verses. His 
book sliows alair amount of invention and proposes things bu^ 
conclBdes-inrthi«gi—We must wait for the promised second 
part"^^-^Tt may then receive the full measure of grace now denied 
it. In the ItTeantiiine keep it in your hpuse like a recluse. ' ' Very 
good, ' assented the other ; ' and now come three at once. The 
Araucana by Don Alonso de Ereilla, The Astriada by Juan Rufo, 
a magistrate of Cordova, and Montserrat by the Valencian poet' 
Ghristobal de Virues. ' ' These three books', "eXplatned the head- 
inquistitor, ' are the best in Gastilian heroic verse and compare 

• favourably .^th the most famous in the Italian. Keep them as 
the ncEest poetic treasures Spain possesses. ' The priest was too 
weary to examine further and ordered the rest of the books to be 
fired off in a general discharge, but the barber had already 
opened another, called The Tears of Angelica. ' I Sibould have 
wept,' saM the ecclesiastic, ' had I assented to this book's 
desTruction, for its auttior was one of the famous poets of the 
world, let aloiie Spain, and made aTiappy translation of sundry 
of Ovfd's fables. ' 



The second sally of our good knight Don Quijote 
de la Mancha 

OF a sudden Don Quijote was heard to cry out : ' This 
way, this way, brave knights ; display the power of your 
stout arms ; the courtiers are prevailing in the tourney. ' The 
inquisitors at once dropped the examination of the books, 
with the result that the Garol^, The Lion of Spain_an4^The 
Deeds of the Emperor, alPworks of DonTTuis of Avila, which 
must certainly have been in the library, were burned without 
a hearing ; otherwise they might have escaped such harsh 
sentence. All rushed to the knight, whom they found risen from 
bed, shouting and laying about with his sword, as wide awake 
as if he had never slept. The two friends grappled with him 
and forced him back. When he had recovered composure a little, 
he adressed the priest in these words : 

' Senor Archbishop Turpin, we that are known as The Twelve 
Peers have certainly brought great disgrace upon us by permitting 
the courtier-knights to carry off victory in this tournament and 
with such ease, after we adventurers had held the advantage the 
three days preceeding. ' ' Let your worship not worry, ' said 
his friend, ' for God may be pleased to change the luck and 
what is lost to-day may be won to-morrow. For the present 
think only of your health ; I know you must be excessively 
fatigued if not badly wounded. ' 'No, not wounded, but 
unquestionably pounded and broken, since that bastard of a 
Don Roland belaboured me with the trunk of an oak, all from 
envy, seeing that I alone rival his feats of daring. But despite 
all his enchantments I am no longer Rinaldo of Monlalvan if, 
when I rise from this bed, he shall refuse me satisfaction. First 
bring me something to eat, which methinks is what I need most, 
and to me leave my revenge. ' Carrying out his wishes the 


women brought him refreshment, and soon after he fell asleep, 
leaving them marvelling at his rage. That night the housekeeper 
burned all the books to ashes, both those in the cbrraT and 

any left in the~ESirsB7~Some~must have perished that deserved 
to have T3eeh kept amohg^luves for ever, but the inquisitor's 
negligence and their own fate did not permit. Thus was the 
proverBTtulfined that the'salnt soriietimes suffers fbr the sinner. 

One of the remedies the priest and barber suggested for the 
temporary relief of their friend was that his library-door be 
walled up and plastered over, so that when he recovered, held 
not find it — perhaps with the cause removed the effect might 
cease ; they could say a magician had carried the books off, 
room and allTThis suggestion was made a fact with all speed, 
and two days later when Don Quijote, leaving his bed, at once 
made for his books, he didn't find them where he had left them, 
though he searched everywhere. At last he came to the spot 
where the door had been and went feeling along with his hands, 
not saying aught but looking and looking. After a long space he 
asked the housekeeper where were his books and the room. The 
woman, well prompted, said : ' What room or what nothing 
does your worship seek ? There's neither room nor books in the 
house for the devil himself whisked them all off. ' 

' 'Twas not the devil, ' interposed the niece, ' but a magician 
that came on a cloud one night soon after your worship set 
forth, and alighting from a serpent entered the room. What he 
did there I don't know, but after a little he went flying through 
the roof, leaving the house full of smoke. And when we ran to 
see, we found neither room nor books ; only we clearly remem- 
ber, housekeeper and I, that as he flew off, the old wretch called 
down that because of the secret enmity he bore the owner of that 
library, he had used him in a way that would be seen. His name 
was Munaton he said. ' ' Freston he should have said, ' observed 
Don QuyoleT^I don't just rememberwhether Freston orFriton,' 
offered the housekeeper, ' but I'm certain it ended in ton. ' 

' It does, ' Don Quijote assured her ; ' he's a cunning magician, 
a great enemy of mine ; hates me bitterly, having learned from 
his necromancy that sometime or other I shall engage and van- 



quish a favourite knight of his and that nothing he can do 
will stop me. He therefore does his best to work me ill, but I 
warned him that naught could oppose or escape what Heaven 
had ordained. ' ' Is there one to doubt it ? ' said the niece ; ' but, 
uncle, who mixes you in these quarrels ? Wouldn't i^be better 
to stay quietly at home ralTieFThah wander over the world in 
search of better bread than wheat, forgetting that many go for 
wool and come back shorn ? ' ' O niece" of mine, ' cried her 
uncle, 'liow far out thou art in thy reckoning ! Ere they shear 
me J shall pluck the beards off all that think to touch the end of 
one of my hairs. ' Neither woman cared to say more, seeing his 
anger kindle. 

Our knight thus passed fifteen tranquil days and showed no 
desire to return to his vagaries. He had pleasant converse with 
his friends, the priest and barber, anent that thing of which he 
deemed the world stood in sorest need, and which in him was 
to be revived. At times the priest jcoiij£uJtfid_andjagain jjojacurred 
in what he said — the only way to Jieepi him within^ounds. 
But dufmg this period our hero was making overtures to a 
peasant-neighirour of his, a good man though with few goods 
and very tfffle'saTt in his brain-pan. He said so much and offered 
so many inducements and promises of reward that"m the end 
the fellow agreed to sally forth as his shieldbearer. Aniong^ther 
things, Don Quijote told him he should be glad to go, since some 
time or X)ther an adventure might befall that like a flash would 
win his master an isle, aridhe woiild "make him, his servant, its 
governorr"Eiured bx these arid" other assurances Sancho Panza 
fojsoo^wife and children and engaged himself as squii'BT ■^ 

The knight then looked about for money, and by selling this 
and pawning that, making bad bargains in all, got a fair sum 
together. From a friend he borrowed a shield and patching his 
battered helmet as he could gave notice to his squire of the day 
and hour he purposed to take the road, that the other might 
procure their equipment ; above all he charged him to bring 
saddlebags. Sancho said yes, he would, and he was going to 
fetch along a very good ass of his, since he wasn't accustomed 
to long distances afoot. At the ass Don Quijote demurred, trying 


to recall where the squire of a knight-erraiil rode ass-back. No 
such instance came but he decided to admit the little beast, 
counting on a more respectable mount by substituting the steed 
of the first rude knight he encountered. Our champion also 
provided himself with lint and the other things as advised by the 
innkeeper. And now when all was said and done, without taking 
leave, Panza of wife and children, his master of niece and house- 
keeper, one night they sallied forth unseen and by dawn were so 
well on their way they felt they couldn't be overtaken though 
pursued. Sancho rode his ass like a patriarch, with wine-bag and 
wallet and a huge desire to see himself governor of that promised 

They chanced to take the same route the knight had taken on 
his first sally, across the plain of Montiel, but now the don 
travelled with less discomfort, for it was still early morn and 
the sun's rays shone obliquely. As they ambled along, the 
squire said to his lord : ' May your worship not forget the isle 
you promised me, sir errant knight, for I can govern it, no 
matter how big. ' And the other answered : ' You must know, 
friend Sancho Panza, that usage among knights-errant of old was 
to make their squires governors of the isles or kingdoms they 
won, and I am resolved that such a pleasant custom shan't fault 
through me. Rather I mean to improve upon it, for frequently 
and perhaps more often than not they waited till their squires 
had grown old in a service of hard days and worse nights before 
bestowing the name of count or some such tittle — at least of 
marquis of a valley or a province more or less.' But if you live 
and I, it might easily come about before six days are up that I 
shall win a realm with dependencies that would come pat for 
you to be crowned king of one of them. Don't regard this as a 
miracle, for^llliflginSppelftb knights and occasions arise in such 
unexpected and unforseen ways that perchance I can give you 
more than I promise. ' 

' And if by one of those miracles, ' ventured Sancho Panza, 
' I became king, then my wifey Juana Gutierrez would have to 
be queen and all my children princes. ' ' Well, who doubts it ? ' 
' I doubt it, ' said Sancho ; ' did God rain kingdoms, not one 



methinks would sit well on the head of Mari Gutierrez. Take my 
word for it, sirershe's not worth two coppers for a queen ; 
a countess would better suit — and then God help her. ' '~Leave 
it to HlmTforTIe wiiPgive what will most become her. But 
humble not your spirit so low, my son, as to rest satisfied with 
aught less than a governorship. '' That I will not,' promised 
Sancho ; 'the more that in your worship I've a master of such 
rank as to know everything befitting me and my capacity. ' 


The gallant knight's good fortune in the alarming and 

unprecedented adventure of the windmills, together v^ith 

other occurrences worthy of kindly remembrance 


HiLE thus they conversed, fate brought it to pass that 
some thirty or forty windmills, rising from that plain, 
came into view, and no sbonerTlid Don Quijote sight them than 
he said to his squire : ' Chance guides our fortunes better than 
we could have wished, friend Sancho Panza, for yonder appear 
thirty or more huge giants whom I purpose to engage in battle, 
taking all their lives, and from the spoils we shall begin to enrich 
ourselves. This is a righteous war and great service to God it is 
to wipe this wicked brood from the face of the earth. ' ' What 
giants?' questioned Sancho. ' Those there with the long arftrsr 
some giants have arms two leagues long. ' ' Please, your worship, 
those are not giants but windmills and what look like arms are 
sails which, blown round by the wind, turn the millstones. ' 
' 'Tis more than plain, ' rejoined Don Quijote, ' that you are 
not up in the business of adventures. Giants they are, and if 
you fear, run and pray while I close with them in furious and 
unequal battle. ' 

With this our hero gave spurs to Rocinante, heedless of the 
cries of Sancho who shouted that they were sure-enough wind' 
mills and no giants. But the knight was so certain they were the 
latter that he heeded naught nor stopped to see what they 


were, though now in the midst of them. He came on shouting : 
' Flee not cowards and low-lived caitiffs ; one knight single- 
handed comes to assail you. ' Just then a breeze arose and as 
the long arms moved, the champion cried : ' Though ye wield 
more arms than the giant Briareus, yours will be the penalty ; ' 
and commending himself with his whole heart to his lady 
Dulcinea, petitioning her aid in this crisis, well covered with 
shield and with lance on rest, he rode forward at his steed's full 
gallop, attacking the mill before him by thrusting the lance into 
its sail — which now the wind turned with such velocity that 
shivering his weapon to pieces it gave horse and rider such a 
toss that in sad plight they rolled over and over along the plain. 
Sancho Panza, coming to the rescue at his ass's best speed, 
found his master unable to stir, for he and Rocinante had landed 
with tremendous force. ' God bless me, ' Panza cried, ' didn't 
I tell your worship to look well to what you did, and that they 
were windmills and naught else — that only he that had things 
like them in his head could mistake them. ' ' Peace Sancho, ' 
murmured the other ; ' the fortunes of war are peculiarly subject 
to change. Moreover I believe, and indeed it is so, that Freston, 
the sage that spirited away my library, has" turned"these giants 
into Windinills^oping in his hatred of me to snatch" the" glofy of 
victory. But little shall his wicked arts avail against my trusty 
sword.'"' God settle it as He will,' said Sancho; and helping 
his master rise, mounted him on Rocinante, though the latter 
had half-dislocated his shoulder. 

Talking of the recent incident they followed the road to Puerto 
Lapice, for much people journey through that pass and they could 
not but find many and a great variety of adventures, so their 
leader said. Sore distressed at the loss of his lance, he confessed 
it to his squire, adding : ' But I remember to have read that a 
Spanish knight Diego Perez de Vargas, having snapped his 
sword in battle, lopped off a heavy branch from a holm-oak and 
with it wrought such havoc that day and pounded so many 
Moors to pieces, that he won the surname of Machuca or the 
Bruiser, and he and his descendants have gone by the name of 
Vargas y Machuca ever since. I speak of this because I purpose 


to lop off as good an one from the first holm-oak we come across 
and I think and foresee I shall do such deeds with it that you 
may consider yourself fortunate in being found worthy to 
come and be eye-witness to things that will with difficulty be 
believed. ' 

' With the help of God, ' said Sancho, ' I believe every whit 
your worship says, only straighten a little, for you seem to ride 
lopsided ; that fall must have left its token. ' ' It did, and if I don't 
murmur, it's because 'tis not given to knights-errant to complain 
of wounds, though their bowels protude. ' ' Then have I nothing 
to say, ' replied the squire, ' though God knows I'ld rather you 
told me when aught ailed. For myself I shall make a fuss over 
the smallest twinge, unless this business of not complaining per- 
tains also to squires. ' Don Quijote could not help smiling at the 
others's simplicity, promising he could complain how and when 
he pleased, with or without cause, for as yet he had read nothing 
lo the contrary in knightly discipline. Sancho now bade his 
master consider that 'twas time to eat. The latter told him to eat 
whenever it suited him ; for himself he had no desire at present. 
With this license Sancho arranged himself on his ass as com- 
fortably as he could and opening the saddlebags rode behind 
his master eating and taking his time, every now and then 
raising the wine-bag with such good-will the daintiest tapster of 
Malaga might have envied him. So long as he retailed draughts, 
he little bethought him of his lord's promises, nor was it work 
at all, but a complete change rather, to go in quest of adventures 
through it mattered not what hazards. 

The two passed that night amid a grove of trees, from one 
whereof Don Quijote lopped a dry limb that might fairly serve 
as a lance, which he tipped with the iron from the broken one. 
All night he slept not, thinking on his lady Dulcinea, so as to 
be in line with what he had read in his books, where cavaliers 
passed many nights in forests and deserts wide-eyed, busy with 
memories of their loves. Not so did Sancho Panza let the time 
slip by, for, as his stomach was full and not with chicory-water, 
he made one long nap of it, and had not his master called, neither 
the sun's rays shining in his face nor the many birds joyously 


proclaiming ttie new day would iiave stirred him. On rising he 
felt of the wine-bag and finding it much flatter than on the pre- 
vious eve was stricken to the heart, seeing no ready way of 
supplying the deficiency. His master on the other hand didn't 
care to breakfast, sustained as has been said by succulent 

The pair continued their road to Puerto Lapice and at three 
that afternoon the pass came into view. ' Here, brother Sancho, 
we can put our arms up to the elbows in your so-called advent- 
ures, ' remarked Don Quijote on sighting the place ; ' but take 
care you touch not your sword to defend me, even though you 
see me in the direst dangers in the world, unless you observe 
my assailants to be of the vulgar rabble — then may you lawfully 
assist. If they be knights, the rules of chivalry debar you from 
giving aid under any circumstance, until dubbed yourself. ' ' No 
question, sire, but that your worship will promptly be obeyed 
in this ; the more that I am of peaceful turn and little inclined 
to mix myself in quarrels and disputes. Touching mine own 
defence hovewer, I confess I shall little heed these laws, for 
those of God and man allow everyone to protect himself against 
any that seek to work him harm. ' ' I say no less, ' assented the 
other, ' but when it comes to joining against knights, you must 
control this natural impulse. ' ' I give my word, ' replied Sancho, 
' and this commandment shall be kept like the sabbath. ' 

While they thus discoursed, appeared two Benedictine friars, 
riding dromedaries — at least their mules appeared that tall. 
They wore riding-masks and carried parasols, and behind them 
came a coach attended by four men on horse-back and two mule- 
servants afoot. It later appeared that a Biscayan lady was in the 
coach on her way to Seville to join her husband, who was setting 
out for the Indies with an important commission. The two friars 
were not of the party but chanced to go the same road. Scarce 
had our knight discovered them when he said to his squire : 
' Either I deceive myself or this is the most famous adventure 
that ever came to pass. Those dismal-looking phantoms there 
must be and doubtless are magicians, abducting a princes in that 
coach, and there's need to redress this wrong with all the power 


at my command. ' ' Worse will this be than the windmills, ' 
murmured Sancho ; ' see, master, these are naught but Bene- 
dictine friars, and the coach must belong to travellers. Take care 
I say and look well to what you do, lest it be the devil deceives 
you. ' ' I told you once before, Sancho, that you understand 
little of this business of aventures. What I have said with regard 
to this company is the truth, as you'll now see for yourself. ' 

With these words our champion rode forward, stationing 
himself in the middle of the way, and when the friars were come 
within earshot, he cried : ' Hideous and monstrous creatures, 
straight release the noble princesses you abduct in that coach or 
prepare to suffer instant death as the desert of your iniquity. ' 
The two friars drew rein, astonished not less at the knight's 
appearance than at his words, to which they made answer : ' Sir 
knight, we are neither hideous nor monstrous but simply two 
Benedictine brothers on a journey. Whether or no there be 
abducted princesses in that coach, we cannot say. ' ' No honied 
words for me, for I know you of old, ye traitors, ' exclaimed 
Don Quijote, and not awaiting reply he put spurs to Rocinante, 
with couched lance attacking the first friar with such sudden 
vigour that had he not slipped from his mule, he'ld have been 
brought to the ground against his pleasure and sorely wounded 
if not killed outright. The second brother, seeing the reception 
his companion met with, drove his heels into his giant of a beast 
and flew across country more swiftly than the wind. 

Sancho Panza, observing the first friar on the ground, nimbly 
alighted from his ass and running up began to remove the other's 
habit. Two servants of the friars came forward and asked why 
he did so. Sancho replied that this part fell lawfully to him, since 
these were the spoils of the battle won by his lord Don Quijote. 
The two servants, unused to jesting and ignorant of spoils and 
battles, seeing the knight engaged in conversation with those 
inside the coach, grappled with the squire, threw him and after 
plucking every hair of his beard kicked him till he had neither 
breath nor feeling. The friar, pale and trembling, immediately 
made after his companion, who had halted at a distance in order 
to see what this attack portended. And now, having witnessed 


all they cared to, they went their way, crossing themselves more 
than were the devil at their heels. 

Don Qaijote, as mentioned, was speaking to the lady of the 
coach, saying : ' Thy beauty, my lady, can now do with thy 
person what is most thy pleasure, for the pride of thy abductors 
is laid in the dust, o'erthrown by my puissant arm. And that 
thou may St not pine to learn the mame of thy deliverer, know 
that I call myself Don Quijote de La Mancha, errant knight and 
captive of the peerless and beautiful Dulcinea del Toboso. All I 
ask for the benefit received at my hands is that thou return to el 
Toboso and presenting thyself before my lady tell her how I set 
thee free. ' 

One of the squires attendant on the coach, a Biscayan, listened 
to these words of Quijote, and finding that he intended the coach 
shouldn't proceed but should return to el Toboso, he rode up to 
him and taking hold of the other's lance said in bad Gastilian 
and worse Biscayan : ' Begone, knight, and go to the devil ! by 
God that made me, if you leave not this coach, I kill you as sure 
as I am Biscayan. ' Don Qaijote understood him sufficiently well 
and quietly made answer : ' Were you a knight (caballero) as you 
are not, I should have chastised your folly and audacity ere this, 
slave. ' To which the other replied : ' I no gentleman (caballero) ! 
My God you lie as I am Christian. Drop lance, draw sword, and 
you see you fetch water to the cat. Biscayan by land, gentleman 
by sea, gentleman to the devil, you lie. If you say other, I say, 
look out. ' 

' Now shall thou see, quoth Agrages, ' shouted Don Qaijote ; 
and throwing down his lance he drew sword, embraced his shield 
and made at the Biscayan, bent on taking his life. The latter, 
seeing the onset, though wishing to dismount from his mule (a 
poor hired beast not to be trusted), had time merely to draw 
sword. Fortunately however he was near the coach and could 
snatch a cushion to serve him as a buckler. And now they dashed 
at each other like mortal foes. The rest tried to pacify them but 
in vain, for the Biscayan in his broken sentences said that if 
they didn't let him fight it out, himself would slay their mistress 
and all that opposed him. 


Amazed and alarmed at the spectacle, the mistress bade her 
coachman drive to one side, and there she set herself to watch the 
mighty struggle. In the course thereof the Biscayan smote heavily 
on his adversary's shoulder over his shield — a blow to have 
opened him to the waist had he been unprotected. Feeling the 
uncommon force of the stroke Don Quijote cried aloud : ' Olady 
of my soul, Dulcinea, flower of beauty, succour this thy knight, 
who for the sake of thy great goodness finds himself in dire 
extremity. ' To say this, clutch his sword, cover himself well 
with his targe and rush at the Biscayan was the work of a 
moment, since he resolved to hazard all upon a single blow. The 
other, seeing what was coming and guessing his opponent's 
mettle from his fearlessness, decided to pattern himself after him, 
and so, protecting himself with his cushion, he awaited the 
blow, unable to stir his mule which, unfit for these levities, from 
pure exhaustion stood stock still. 

This then was the situation : Don Quijote with sword on high 
about to strike the Biscayan and split him in two ; the Biscayan 
with sword equally aloft, screened by the cushion ready to 
receive him; the bystanders in tremulous suspense as to what 
must result from blows of the force of those now impending ; 
and the lady of the coach and the maids offering a thousand prom- 
ises and vows to all the shrines and images of Spain, would-CUuJ^ 
deliver Jheir squire and themselves from this grave peril. But 
deuce take it all.atThTScritical point the author lets the combat/ 
hang fire, explaining that no more could be found concerning it. 
The p resent writer however refused to believe that so rare a tale 
had been consigned to the judgment of oblivion : that the wits 
of LaMancha had been so little curious as not to possess amongst 
their records and annals documents that treated of this famous 
cavalier. He therefore despaired not of discovering the conclusion 
of this engaging narrative, and this, Heaven favouring, he did 
discover in the manner related in the following chapter. ; 



The conclusion of the stupendous battle between the 
gallant Biscayau and the puissant Manchegan 

IN the previous chapter we left the worthy Biscayan and the 
renowned Don Quijote with unsheathed and lifted swords 
about to strike two such furious blows as, did they reach home, 
would cleave them both in twain, split like pomegranates. At this 
critical juncture the story broke off and was left a torso, nor did 
the author hint as to where the missing part might be foundsJhis 
distressed me considerably, for my pleasure in the littlQJ/iad 
read turned to disgust at the thought of the difficulties in the way 
of finding the deal I felt must be wanting to this savoury narra- 
tive. It seemed to me impossible and contrary to all good prece- 
dent that sTnvTJTthy a knighTshould hBTETIo"sage to take if upon 
himself to describe his never-such adventur ess^ a for tune that 
not once failedjany of the errants that, as it is term ed, went adven- 
turing. Every one had a sage or two handy not only to describe 
his exploits but to enlarge on his most trifling fancies and 
follies no matter how private. So excellent a knight as ours, 
I reasoned, couldn't have been utterly denied what Platir and his 
kind possessed and to spare. In a word I couldn't persuade 
myself that so fine a tale had been left maimed and mutilated, 
laying the blame for its present non-appearance at the door of 
malicious Time, the devourer and consumer of all things. Time, 
I said, had either concealed the missing part or consumed it. 

Yet I consoled myself with the reflection that since such 
modern books as A Disclosure of Jealousy and The Nymphs of 
Henares were found in Don Quijote's library, his life too must 
be of to-day, and were it not yet recorded, would at any rate 
still live in the memory of his village and the neighbourhood. 
I was more than ever anxious therefore to discover the life and 
deeds of our famous Spaniard, light and mirror of Manchegan 


chWalry and the first in our age and these calamitous times to 
entfer on the labour and exercise of errant arms, redressing 
wnongs, succouring widows and protecting damsels, such as in 
all their maidenhood were wont to roam with whip and palfrey 
over hill over dale over mead over mountain, and did not some 


lainous churl with steel hood and battle-axe or some big, 
bi 5 giant win the day, continued virgins till eighty, and in all 

at time slept not a night under roof, going to their graves as 
eliaste-as the mothers that bore them. On this as on many other 
accounts I maintain that our noble Quijote deserves lasting and 
especial praise, nor should it be refused me for my diligence in 
idiscovering the end of this absorbing tale ; though I confess that 
had not Heaven, circumstance and good-fortune assisted me, the 
world would have lost the diversion and delight wherewith the 
attentive reader may now be occupied for nearly two hours. 

InTthis manner then, I chanced to find the missing part. One 
day as I stood in the Alcana market-place of Toledo, a lad 
approached a silk-mercer in the hope of selling him a quantity of 
old memorandum-books and papers, and as I love to read even 
torn scraps I pick up in the streets, I was led to eXamifteone of 
the note-books the boy was selling. I recognised the writing as 
Arabic but not knowing how to read that tongue I looked about 
for some Morisco that spoke Spanish. It is n't difficul t to find 
such_an inte rprete r there, and had I sought one that could speak 
the older and better language of Hebrew, I shouldn't have been 
disappointed. I soon happened on one in fact and telling him 
mine errand put the pamphlet in his hand. He opened it at the 
middle and reading a short way began to chuckle. I of course 
asked his reason and he replied because of a certain note written 
in the margin, which at my request he translated, still chuckling 
as be read ; ' This Dulcinea, so often referred to in these pages, 
is said to have had a better hand at salting down pigs tha^ any 
woman in La Mancha. ' ^ 

I was indeed dumfounded, for it came to me like a flash that 
these note-books must contain the history of our errant. I asked 
the Morisco to read at the beginning and he translating as he 
went read the title : History of Don Quijote de la Mancha, written 



by the Arabian Hi storiographer Gi d Hamet Benengeli. It required 
coristagFaBTeTcontrol to dissemble my pleasure^' but forestalling 
the silk-mercer I purchased all the papers and note -books for 
half a real. Had the liaiBeen keen or suspected why I wanTed 
them, he night easily have asked and received more than tvsrelve 
times that amount. I then went apart with the Morisco to the 
cathedral -cloister and bade him translate all passages dealing 
with Don Quijote, without addition or omission, offering to pay 
whatever sum he named. He was satisfied with one bushel of 
raisins and two of wheat, agreeing to make a good and faithful 
rendering with all speed. To facilitate the arrangement and not 
to let so rare a find leave my hands, I took him home with me, 
where in little more than a month and^hallhe" translated the 

whole, just as is here set down. ' ~" ~- -— » 

, In the first note-boOk was depicted to the very life the combat 
'twixt Don Quijote and the Biscayan, each represented with 
drawn swords in the same attitude as in the story, the former 
/protected by his shield, the latter by a cushion. The Biscayan's 
j mule was drawn so vividly you could have told she was a hired 
one a bowshot off. At its feet was printed Don Sancho de 
Aspeitia, the name of the rider no doubt, for under Rocinante 
one read Don Quijote. Rocinante himself was marvellously por- 
trayed, so long and lank and lean with so prominent a back-bone 
and so far gone in consumption, 'twas clear how perceivingly he 
had been named. Near him stood Sancho Panza, holding his ass 
by the halter, and at his feet was another inscription reading : 
Sancho Zancas. This picture made him appear with round belly, 
short waist and generous legs. Indeed the narrative mentions him 
by both the names Panza (paunch) and Zancas (shanks). 

A few other trifles concerntng~the manuscript might be men- 
tioned~Burthey are trifles after all and have naught to do with 
the truth of the history (and no history can be at fault provided 
it be true). If there be any doubt about the honesty of this, it 
canmHy arise froin the fact that its author was an Arab, it being 
a trait oFffiat^oplejQ^deceive. But from their being such bitter 
eneTflteToFoOTS, 'tis likely that he slighted rather than embel- 
lished the story. Indeed I am almost certain that such is the case, 


siace when he has the chance and ought to descant in so worthy 
a knight's praise, he appears to observe intentional silen5e-<— 
bad practice and worse principle, since the imperative duty of 
historians is to be accurate, truthful and unprejudiced • neither 
interest nor fear,^rtiality nor disICte,' shauJd move t hem fr"ioih 
the path "of truth, whose mother^is history ^— that rival of Tirne, 
that HepoliTbTyTranionsr witness for the past , ensam ple and 
warning to~tirr'presehTlin3rgui3e^o the future. I know that in 
this particular one will 15e. found all flie pleasan test tlung toTje 
desired, and if it lack aught, I shall consider ij the fault of t he 
hound of an auilior Stherltha^lXPf .th§ subject. Be that as it may, 
its second part begins : 

The two valiant and enraged combatants with their trenchant 
blades on high appeared to menace heaven, earth and hell, such 
the terror of their aspect. The first to let fall a blow was the 
peppery Biscayan, and it descended with such force and fury 
that had it not been turned aside, 'twould alone have sufficed to 
end the bitter combat and all the adventures of Don Quijote. 
But fortune, keeping him for greater things, averted it, and 
though the sword struck his left shoulder, its only damage was 
to pare the armour on that side, carrying in its train a goodly 
portion of the helmet and half an ear — all of which came to the 
ground with hideous ruin, leaving our knight in wretched case. 

God help me, who can at all describe the wrath that now raged 
in our Manchegan's heart on feeling himself thus dealt with ! All 
that can be said is 'twas sufficient to cause him again to raise in 
his stirrups, and having grasped his weapon more firmly with 
both hands, to give the other such a whopping whack that, 
reaching his head with force unabated by the cushion (even that 
defence not availing him), as though a mountain had struck him 
it caused him to spurt blood through mouth, ears and nostrils, 
and doubtless would have knocked him from his mule, had he 
not clutched her neck and saved himself. But she, thunderstruck 
by the terrible impact, started across country on the run, and 
her rider, losing stirrup and letting fall his arms, with a few 
plunges was brought to eartli. 

The other, who had been calmly looking on, now leapt from 


his horse, and quickly running up pointed his sword at his 
enemy's eyes, telling him to surrender or held cut off his head. 
The man was too confused to speak and Don Quijote so blinded 
that it would have fared ill with his victim had not the ladies 
of the coach, who in dismay had watched the encounter, hastened 
to our champion and earnestly besought the great favour and 
kindness of sparing their squire's life. With proud and serious 
bearing the victor replied : ' Of a surety, fair ladies, I am most 
willing to do as you list, but only on this stipulation and con- 
dition, that your knight promise to visit el Toboso, presenting 
himself before the peerless lady Dulcinea, that she may deal 
with him according to her pleasure. ' In their terror and bewil- 
derment the ladies didn't discuss terms, and without enquiring 
as to Dulcinea's identity promised that their squire would 
strictly obey the command. ' On the faith of that pledge, ' 
returned Don Quijote, ' I shall do him no further injury ; though 
richly he deserves it. ' 


The pleasant colloquy that passed 'twixt Don Quijote 
and his squire Saucho Pauza 

SANCHO Panza, so ill used by the friars' servants, had come to 
in time to witness his master's bout, offering in his heart 
prayers to God that He should be pleased to grant him victory, 
that thereby he might win an isle, whereof himself should be 
governer, as promised. Seeing now that the scuffle was over and 
that his master was about to remount, he ran to hold the stirrup, 
first kneeling and taking his hand, kissing it and saying : ' May 
your worship be pleased, my lord Don Quijote, to make me 
governor of the island you won in this vengeful quarrel, for no 
matter how big it is, I feel the stuff in me to govern it as well 
as any man ever did isles in the world. ' 

To this request Don Quijote answered : ' You forget, brother 
Sancho, that this adventure and any like it aren't adventures of 


isles but of cross-roads, where one wins naught but a broken 
pate or the loss of an ear. Have patience, and adventures will 
arise by whose means I can make you a governor and more too.' 
Sancho returned thanks and again kissing the other's hand and 
the border of his cuirass helped him mount Rocinante. He in turn 
mounted and followed, for our knight, without word or farewell 
to the ladies of the coach, at double-quick entered a neighbouring 

Sancho kept his ass at its best trot but Rocinante travelled so 
fleetly that, seeing he was left behind, the squire felt obliged to 
call to the other. Don Quijote drew rein and stayed till Sancho 
caught up, who said as he drew near : ' It looks to me, seiior, 
'twould be better for us to take refuge in some church, since you 
left that fellow in bad shape. 'Twill not be strange if they 
advise the Holy Brotherhood, who will lock us up, and by my 
faith we shall' sweat Otir Tails before we get out.' ' Peace, Sancho ; 
where have you seen or read of knight-errant brought to justice, 
no matter of how many homicides he was guilty ? ' ' I know 
not these homely sides, nor have I ever seen any. I only know 
that the Ho^y^rotherhood look after_all_£aiintry::fighters ; the 
rest I shall let pass. '^'"Tlien'a^onTworry, friend, for I shall save 
you from the hands of the Chaldeans, let alone the Brotherhood. 
But tell me, on your life, have you ever seen a more valiant 
knight than I in all the known parts of the world ? have you 
ever read in histories of another that possessed more fearlessness 
in the onset, more endurance in sustaining it, more skill in 
wounding or more cunning in the final overthrow ? ' 

' To be plain with your worship, ' replied Sancho, ' never a 
history have I read, nay, not onBT-foFTcaiTneitlTierTead nor 
write. What I will wager js^tliat I nev^ served ajnigejlaicildivri 
3ire in all the days of myjife ; I only pray these gallantries may 
not be answered for in the quarter I spoke of. All I ask is that 
y^our worship doctor himself, for a good bit of blood is oozing 
from that ear and I have lint and a little white ointment in the 
saddlebags. ' ' Both would be superfluous, ' remarked the other, 
had I thought to make a flask of Fierabras ' balsam, with one 
irop of which time and medicines would be saved. ' ' What flask 


and what balsam is this ? ' ' 'Tis a balsam whereof I have the 
recipe in memory, whose possessor, even if sorely wounded, 
need have no fear of death. When I have made it and handed it 
over, should you in some battle see me cut in two, a thing that 
not infrequently occurs, all you must do is deftly to clap the half 
of me that has dropped to the ground back onto the half still 
in the saddle, taking care to make an even and straight juncture 
ere the blood congeal. Then give two draughts of this balsam 
and you'll find me sounder than an apple. ' ' In that case, ' said 
Panza, ' I henceforth forfeit the government of the promised isle 
and accept as pay for my many and good services the recipe of 
this sovereign drug, for an ounce thereof will methinks fetch two 
reals anywhere and naught shall I do but live my life care-free 
and respected. But first tell me if it costs much to make. ' ' For 
less than three reals can be made a gallon and a half. ' ' Sinner 
that I am ! and why does your worship delay in making some 
and teaching me ?' ' Peace, my son, since I intend to teach you 
greater mysteries and do you greater services than these. For the 
present let us look to mine ear, which I confess pains me more 
than I list. ' 

Sancho produced lint and ointment from the saddlebags, but 
when Don Quijote observed his helmet in pieces, he well-nigh 
went out of his head. Putting hand to sword and lifting eyes 
heavenward he cried : ' I swear by the Creator of all things and 
by the four Holy Gospels word for wt>rd to lead the life led by 
the great Marquis of Mantua when he swore to avenge the death 
or his nephew Baldwin, which was not to eat bread off a cloth 
or embrace his wife, together with other things that now escape 
me but which I agree to as if here expressed, until such time as 
I take complete vengeance on him that brought me thii~sliaiHg7''" 
Hearing this the squireTeinarEed : ' Observe, Senor Don Quijote, 
that if yon knight obeyed your command to go and present 
himself before my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, he'll have done 
his duty and deserves no further punishment until he commit 
another crime. ' ' You have spoken well and to the point, Sancho, 
and I t herefore annul the oath so far as it relates^to taking fur- 
ther vengeance, but fTsseverate it m tHFTnatter of leading that 


kind of a life until I capture from some knight another helmg 
as good as this of mine. And don't think' this all smoke"and"^no 
fire and that I don't know what I say, for I have an excellent 
example set me, in that this very thing occurred in the case of 
Mam brino's helmet that cost Sacripante so dear. ' 

' Give all such oaths to the devil, sir, ' advised Sancho, ' as 
mischievous to the health and harmful to the conscience. Or tell 
me what we're to do if we don't meet a helmeted man for many 
days to come ; must the vow be lived up to in spite of the many 
trials and discomforts entailed, such as sleeping in our clothes, 
never sleeping under roof and a thousand other nuisances 
contained in that old fool of a Marquis of Mantua's oath which 
your worship would now ratify ? Consider long, sir, that no 
armed men travel these roads, none but carriers and carters that 
not only don't wear helmets but belike never heard them named 
in all their days. ' ' In this you are mistaken, friend, for we 
shan't be two hours along these cross-roads before we meet more 
men-at-arms than invested Albraca for the rescue of Angelica 
the fair. ' ' Halt ! ' said the squire ; ' so let it be, and God grant 
us good -luck and that the time may be drawing near for 
winning that isle that's costing Sancho Panza so dear ; and then 
let me die. ' 'I have before told you, ' replied the other, ' to 
give this no care, for should an isle fail, there's the kingdom of 
Denmark or of Sobradisa, to fit you like a ring the finger, and 
you ought to be the more pleased in that both are on terra firma. 
But let us leave this to its time, and see now if you have aught 
in the saddlebags to eat. We may then go in search of a castle to 
lodge in for the night, where we can make the balsam I told of ; 
for I swear to you before God that mine ear continues to pain 
tne more than enough. ' 

' I have an onion here, a little cheese and some bread-crumbs, ' 
ieclared Sancho, ' none of which is fit food for so worthy a 
knight as your worship. ' ' How little you understand this 
matter, ' Don Quijote sighed ; ' I must explain to you, son, that 
it's reckoned an honour among knights-errant not to eat a thing 
for a month at a time, and when they do eat to eat whatever 
3omes most handy. You would be assured of this had you read 


as many histories as I, for though they are legion, in none have 
I found mention of errants eating, unless by accident or at 
sumptuous banquets prepared especially for them — the rest of 
their days they feasted on flowers. Though it goes without saying 
that in order to live they did eat and performed other natural 
functions, being men like ourselves, it should likewise be appre- 
ciated that as they spent most of their time wandering through 
deserts and forests without a cook, their usual fare must have 
been rustic, of the kind you now offer. Don't plague yourself 
with a thing that pleases me, friend Sancho, nor hope to make 
the world over, or lift knight-errantry off its hinges. ' 

' Forgive me, ' said Sancho, 'but since, as I have before said, 
I can neidSe r read nor write, I don't know and haven't picked 
up as yet the rules of the chivalry profession. Hereafter I shall 
fill the sa'ddIeBags~wTni"air manner of dried fruits for your 
worship that is a knight, and for myself that am not one I shall 
provide things more substantial that can fly. ' ' I do not say, 
Sancho, that it's incumbent on errants to eat naught but these 
fruits, but that their fare must usually consist of them and certain 
field-growing herbs known to them and me. ' ' Such knowledge 
is a virtue, ' returned the squire, ' for melhinks some day there'll 
be occasion to make use of it ; ' and drawing forth the things he 
had named, the servant ate in good peace and fellowship with 
his lord. But as both were concerned about their lodging, the 
pair soon finished their dry and scanty meal and mounting hast- 
ened to reach cover ere night set in. The sun however and this 
hope failed them near some goatherd-huts, forcing them to shelter 
there. This compromise, bringing sorrow to Sancho, brought 
equal joy to his master, who felt that in sleeping under the open 
he performed an act of possession that helped establish his 


Don Quijote with the goatherds 

THE knight was cordially welcomed by the goatherds, and 
when Rocinante and the ass had been provided for as well 
as possible, Sancho ran down an odour that came from some 
salted goat boiling in a pot. He was instantly moved to taste and 
see if 'twere ready to be transferred to the stomach, but refrained, 
for his hosts now removed it from the fire. Spreading pieces of 
sheep-skin on the ground, they quickly prepared the rustic meal, 
giving a warm invitation to their guests to sup with them. Six of 
the goatherds squatted round the skins, having first with rough 
ceremony asked Don Qutjote to be seated on an overturned 
trough. The invitation was accepted but the squire remained 
standing, the better to pass the horn-cup to his master, who, 
observing him not yet seated, said : 

' That you may see, Sancho, the virtue inherent in knight-^ 
errantry and that they who perform therein it matters not what 
service are on the high road to be honoured and held in favour 
by the world, I desire, my son, that you be seated here by my 
side in the presence of this good company, that you be one with 
me, thy master and natural lord, eating from my plate and 
drinking from whatsoever I drink — for the same thing may be 
said of chivalry as of love, that it levels all things. ' ' Many 
thanks, ' replied the other, ' but I must tell your worship that 
provided it be enough I can eat as well and better on my feet 
^y myself than seated on a level with an emperor. Indeed if the 
truth must be told, what I eat in my corner without fuss or 
feathers better agrees with me, though but bread and an onion, 
;han turkey at tables where I am supposed to chew my food, 
irink in moderation, wipe my mouth every now and then, not 
meeze or cough if I wish to, nor do other things that freedom and 
lolitude permit. So these honours, which your lordship would 


bestow upon me as servant and follower of knight-errantry, 
prithee convert them into things more useful and suitable, for, 
though I acknowledge them as well established, I renounce them 
from this time forth even to the end of the world. ' ' Seated you 
must be none the less, ' said his master, ' for him that humbleth 
himself, God exalteth ; ' and grasping the squire by the arm, he 
seated him next himself. 

Little did the goatherds comprehend this gibberish about 
squires and errant-knights, so they ate in silence, looking blankly 
at their visitors, who with great elegance and pleasure were 
stowing away pieces as big as one's fist. The meat-course over, 
a number of brown shrivelled acorns were dropped on the skins, 
together with a half-cheese harder than cement. Nor did the horn 
lie idle all this hour but kept going the rounds, now full now 
empty like the bucket of a water-wheel, draining with no trouble 
one of the two wine-sacks hanging there. After our knight had 
satisfied his hunger, he reached for several of the acorns, and 
having gazed at them attentively for some time, he keyed his 
voice to the following : 

' Happy the age and time that men of old termed golden — not 
that gold, so prized in this our iron age, could be had without 
toil, but because they that lived fEenrKnSw not the words, thine 
and mine. All things were common in that blessed state. To 
gain a livelihood one needed but to raise his hand and pluck it 
from lusty oaks which generously invited him to their sweet 
and seasoned fruit. Crystal springs and running rivers gave him 
bountifully of their delicate transparent waters. In the fissures 
of rocks and hollows of trees the zealous and provident bees 
formed their republic, offering to every hand without interest 
the rich harvest of their honied toil. The stalwart cork-trees, in 
no other office than that of courtesy, shed their bark in strips 
ample and light, which men spread upon stakes to form houses, 
merely as protection against the sky's inclemency. 

' All was peace then, all friendliness, all harmony. The heavy^ 
crooked ploughshare made not bold to open and expose the 
compassionate bowels of our first mother, who of her own sweeti 
will offered over all her broad and fertile bosom whatever could 


nourish, sustain and delight the children that then possessed 
her. So, too, the fair and simple shepherdesses wandered from 
Vale to valley from upland to hill, with braided locks or flowing 
tresses and just enough costume to conceal what continence has 
/always required. Nor were their ornaments like those worn now, 
set off by Tyrian purple and silk martyred in a thousand ways, 
jbut burdock-leaves and ivy interwoven, and in such it may be 
tthey walked with as much real dignity and composure as now 
strut our noble dames in all their rare exotic inventions of an 
idle thirst for novelty. 

' In that age they expressed their love-conceits simply and 
naturally, as the heart felt them and with no artificial turn of 
words to set them off. Nor did fraud, malice or falsehood mingle 
with truth and sincerity. Justice maintained herself in her proper 
l^ounds, nor did they venture, from favour or interest, to warp 
or offend her, as they threaten, deform and persecute her now- 
a^days. Unwritten law, that rests merely on the say-so of the 
jiidge, was unknown, since there existed neither malefactor nor 
jmaglstrate. As I have said, maidens and modesty went hand in 
hand, alone and single, without fear of ravishment, and their 
undoing, if it came, was of their own free will. In our own 
teontemptible times no maid, though hid in a Cretan labyrinth, 
is secure, for even there, through crannies or the air, the lust- 
epidemic enters in its cursed zeal and in spite of her seclusion 
works her ruin. For her protection, as time went on and malic- 
iousness increased, was instituted the order of errant arms, for 
the defence of damsels, the relief of widows and the guardianship 
of orphans and the oppressed. Of this order am I, brother goat- 
herds, to whom I am indebted for this pleasant welcome and 
reception. By the law of nature all persons are in duty bound to 
favour errrants, but since you received and regaled me without 
knowing I was one, 'tis fitting that with the best possible good- 
will I thank you for yours. ' 

Though it might well have been excused, our knight delivered 
this long harangue, simply because the acorns chanced to mind 
him of the golden age. Moreover 'twas a pleasure to him to hold 
forth thus idly to these goatherds, who listened in silence and 


open-mouthed suspense. The squire too was silent, eating his 
acorns and paying frequent visits to the other wine-sack that 
hung from a cork-tree to cool. The knight had been longer in 
speaking than he now was in finishing his repast, at the end 
whereof one of the goatherds said to him : ' That your worship, 
sir knight-errant, can say with more truth that we entertained 
you with a right good-will, we would give you solace and 
pleasure by asking a companion oF ours that will soon be here 
to sing for us, for he's a lad of understanding and head-over-heels 
in love, can read moreover and write, and plays the rebeck to 
perfection. ' 

Scarce had the goatherd spoken, when the sound of that 
instrument reached their ears, and soon appeared its player, a 
good-looking lad of about two-and- twenty. His friends asked had 
he eaten and on his answering yes, he that first suggested it 
said : ' In that case, Antonio, you can give us pleasure by a 
little singing, that this gentleman our guest may know there is 
music even among mountains and woods. We have told him of 
your skill and are anxious for you to show we told the truth. 
As you live, prithee be seated and sing the song the curate your 
uncle composed for you, for it has been most favourably received 
in the town. ' ' Very well, ' said the lad and without further 
entreaty, sitting him down on a felled oak's trunk, presently, 
after tuning his instrument, with excellent grace began the 

When he had done, our knight wished him to sing more, but 
Sancho Panza wouldn't hear of it : he was more for sleeping 
than hearing ditties and said to his master : ' Your worship 
would do better to retire at once, for these good men's work 
during the day doesn't permit them to pass the night in song. ' 
' I understand you perfectly, Sancho ; 'tis evident wine-sack 
visits ask larger recompense from sleep than from music. ' ' 'Tis 
pleasant to us all, God be praised,' apologised the servant. 
' I don't deny it ; accommodate yourself where you wish ; those 
of my profession appear better awake than asleep. Biit before 
you go, my son, attend to mine ear, for it pains me unnecessarily.' 
Sancho was about to obey when one of the goatherds, seeing the 


cut, told him not to trouble, for himself would apply a remedy 
that would soon heal it. Taking some rosemary leaves, which 
grew there in plenty, he chewed them and with a little salt 
applied them to the ear, bandaging it tightly, assuring Don 
Quijote that he needed no other medicine ; and so it proved. 


What one of the goatherds related to Dou Quijote 
and the others 

AT this point arrived another of the lads that brought the 
goatherds food from the village, saying : ' Comrades, do 
you know the village-news ? ' ' How should we ? ' one of them 
replied. ' Well then, the famous student-shepherd Chrysostom 
died this morning and rumour goes 'twas from love ot tUat pos- 
sessed girl of a Maccgla, the rich Guillermo's daughter, she that 
wanders through these solitudes in the garb of a shepherdess. ' 
' Marcela ? ' exclaimed one. ' The same, and the best of it is that 
the fellow in his will asks that they bury him out in the country, 
as if he were a Moor, at the foot of the cliff beside the cork-tree 
spring ; they say 'twas there he first saw her. Other requests he 
made as well which the clergy of the town declare should not 
and must not be complied with, since they savour of paganism. 
His great friend the student Ambrosi o, who played the shepherd 
with him, answers to all this that everything must be done 
according to Ghrysostom's desires. The village is all astir over 
the matter, but it is said that in the end Ambrosio and his shep- 
herd-friend's wishes will be fulfilled, and that in the morning 
they will come and bury him with great ceremony. Methinks 
'twill be worth seeing — I at least intend to be there even though 
I can't get back to the village to-morrow night. ' 

' We shall all go, ' said the others, ' for we can cast lots to 
see who'll stay with the goats. ' ' You say well, Pedro, ' spoke 
up another, ' but it won't be necessary to cast lots, since I shall 
remain for you all. Don't consider this kindness on my part or 


lack of curiosity ; tlie fact is that the splinter I ran into my foot 
the other day won't let me walk. ' ' None the less you have our 
thanks, ' replied Pedro. Don Quijote asked the last speaker who 
the dead shepherd and who the shepherdess were. Pedro replied 
that the youth was a rich hildago, a citizen of one of the mountain 
villages, who had studied several years at Salamanca, returning 
with the reputation of being a most wise and learned man. ' They 
say he chiefly was expert in the science of the stars and of what 
the sun and moon do up there in the sky, foretelling their 
elipses. ' ' Tlie obscurations of these larger luminaries, ' inter- 
rupted their guest, ' are spoken of as eclipses, not elipses. ' But 
Pedro paid no attention to trifles, noving right on with his tale : 
' This student could also foretell whether the year were to be 
fruitful or storil. ' ' Sterile you mean to say, my friend. ' ' Sterile 
or storil, 'tis the same in the end. I was about to tell that his 
father and friends, following his counsel, grew very rich, for he 
would say to them : This year sow barley, not wheat ; or. You 
mustn't sow barley this year but pulse ; next year will see a 
good olive-crop but not a drop of oil will be had the three 
following. ' ' This science is called astrology, ' suggested Don 
Quijote. ' I don't know its name, ' Pedro went on, ' but I know 
he knew all that and more. Well, he hadn't been back many 
months from Salamanca when one day he appeared in the -habit 
of a shepherd with crook and skins, having thrown off the heavy 
flowing scholar's gown. And with him appeared, also as shep- 
herd, his great friend Ambrosio, a former companion in his 
studies. I forgot to mention that Ghrysostom was a great hand 
at writing verses, so much so that he wrote the Christmas carols 
and the Corpus Christi plays, which the village-people acted and 
everyone admired. Wherfthe villagers saw the two scholars thus 
suddenly decked out, they were amazed and couldn't guess what 
had caused this extraordinary transformation. In the meantine 
the father of Chrysostom had died, leaving him heir to a large 
estate in buildings, land, chattels, a goodly number of live-stock 
large and small, together with plenty of money, of all which he 
remained the dissolute owner. Indeed he deserved it, for he was 
an excellent comrade, affectionate, a friend to all good people 


Qd his face was like a benediction. In time it came to be under^ 
tood that the sole reason for his change of garb was that he 
light wander throught these desolate regions in the wake of the 
hepherdess Marcela (just mentioned by this lad) with whom he 
ras in love. 

' I now must tell you about this young woman and 'tis well 
ou should know, for perhaps you'll not hear of such a case in 
11 the days of your life though you live to be older than sarna 
the itch). ' ' Say Sarah, ' offered our knight, who couldn't bear 
tiis murdering of words. ' The itch lives long enough, ' rejoined 
'edro, ' and, sir, if you go on correcting me at every step, we 
han't have done in a twelvemonth. ' ' Forgive me, friend ; 
spoke because of the great difference 'twixt Sarah and the itch, 
tut you are right, for the itch lives the longer. Proceed with your 
tory and I promise not to interrupt again. ' ' I was about to say, 
ny dear sir, that in our village dwelt a farmer even richer than 
Ihrisostom's father, one Guillermo, to whom in addition to his 
reat wealth God gave a daugHter. The mother, who died at her 
lirth, was the most esteemed woman in these parts. I seem to 
ee her now with a face that on one side had the sun and on the 
ther the moon. She was diligent above all and a friend to the 
loor, so I am certain her soul is enjoying God in the other 
(^orld. Her husband, Guillermo, from grief at the loss of such a 
i^ife, died soon after, leaving his daughter Marcela, rich and very 
oung, in the protection of an uncle, a priest of our village. 

' The girl grew in such beauty as to remind us of her mother, 
or though the latter's charm had been extreme, 'twas thought 
twould be surpassed by her daughter's. Wh«n she reached the 
ige of fourteen or fifteen, none saw her but blessed God that had 
nade her so fair ; and most were left irretrievably in love. Her 
incle kept her in close seclusion but the fame of her great beauty 
o spread, that for it as well as for her large fortune men not 
ilone of our village but for many leagues around, and the best 
»f them, prayed, importuned, begged the uncle for her hand. 
Jut being a Christian to the back-bone, albeit he wished her to 
narry, now she was of age, he wouldn't have her do so against 
ler will, and in this had no eye to the income afforded him by 


the girl's estate while she remained single. By my faith this was 
conceded in more than one gossiping village-group to the praise 
of the good man, fori want you to realise, sir errant, that in these 
dull places naught escapes being talked about and censured, and 
rest assured as I am that he must be an uncommonly good priest 
whose parish, especially in the country, speak well of him. ' 
' True, ' assented his listener, ' but continue, for the story is 
excellent, and you, my good Pedro, tell it with rare^race. ' 

' May that of our Lord not fail me, for his is the grace that 
counts. "Well then, you must be told that the uncle represented 
these things to his niece, telling her the particular qualities of 
each suitor and urging that she make her choice and marry. But 
always the girl answered that she had no inclination and being 
young didn't feel capable of undertaking the burden of matri- 
mony. In view of these apparently reasonable excuses the uncle 
desisted from urging, trusting that as she grew older she would 
choose to her taste. He said, and said well, that parents shouldn't 
marry their children against their will. But one day, lo and 
behold, when least we expected, the dainty Marcela makes her 
appearance as a shepherdess, and despite her uncle and towns- 
people that did their best to dissuade her, she takes to the fields 
with other village-maidens to tend her flock. And as she moved 
among folk and her beauty became manifest, it naturally fell 
out that numberless rich young men, country -gentlemen and 
peasants, put on the garb of Ghrysostom and went a- wooing her 
through these fields. Among them, as has been said, was our 
lamented friend, of whom 'tis rumoured that he had ceased to 
love and now truly adored her. 

' But do not think that in choosing this freedom and inde- 
pendence and a life of little or no restraint Marcela permits the 
faintest suspicion to arise that might result to the disparagement 
of her reputation and virtue. Rather, the vigilance wherewith 
she looks to her honour is so continuous, that of the many who 
court and solicit her not one has boasted or can boast that she 
has given him the slightest hope of attaining his end. Though she 
doesn't eschew the company and conversation of the shepherds, 
whom she treats with courtesy and even friendliness, the moment 


ne of them discovers his purpose, though it be the pure and 
oly one of matrimony, he's shot as from a catapult. With this 
Dnduct of hers she does more harm in the country hereabouts 
iian the plague, for her kindness and beauty cause all hearts to 
3ve and court her, while her disdain and open censure drive 
lem in the end to despair, and they knovsr not what to say to 
er, unless to cry her cruel and ingrate and similar epithets to 
haracterise her nature. Were you here in the daytime, sir, you'ld 
ear these mountains and valleys resound with the laments of 
16 rejected suitors of Marcela. 

' Not far hence are grouped some two dozen beech -trees and 
n the soft bark of every tree is inscribed this maiden's name, 
ibove some is carved a crown, as if the lover would declare that 
larcela possessed and deserved the crown of human beauty, 
[ere a shepherd is sighing, there one is lamenting, yonder may 
e heard love-ditties and hard by dirges of despair. This one 
its the whole night through at the foot of oak or cliflF and 
i^ithout once closing his tearful eyes, lost and transported in 
is thoughts, is found by the morning sun. Another, giving no 
espite to his plaints, stretched on the burning sand in the heat 
f the most oppressive summer noontide, sends forth his appeal 
3 the compassionate heavens. And over this one, over that, over 
11, the fair Marcela holds free and careless sway. All are won- 
ering how her pride will end : who will be fortunate enough to 
ame a nature so terrible and enjoy beauty so rare. 

' All that I tell being true, I can easily believe that what our 
id reports concerning the death of Ghrysostom is the same, and 
advise you, sir, to be present at his burial. 'Twill be worth 
eeing, for Ghrysostom had many friends and the spot isn't half 

league distant. ' ' I have in mind to do so, ' answered Don 
Juijote, * and I thank you for the pleasure your recital of so 
Lvely a tale has afforded. ' ' As for that I don't know half the 
hings that have overtaken Marcela's lovers, but very likely we 
hall fall in with some shepherd on the road that can tell us. 
i'or the present 'twill be well that you turn in, for the night, 
ir, might aggravate your wound, though the dressing that was 
ipplied is of such virtue that no return of the pain need be 


feared. ' Sancho Panza, who some time back had given the 
goatherd's long tale to the devil, also solicited on his part that 
his master enter and sleep in Pedro's hut. This Don Quijote did 
and spent the rest of the night in recollections of his Dulcinea, 
imitating the lovers of Marcela. His henchman settled himself 
'twixt Rocinante and the ass and slept, not like a rejected suitor, 
but like a man kicked to death. 


A contiuuation of the shepherdess Marcela story 
and other occurrences 

THE first streaks of dawn could just be seen through the 
balconies of the east when five of the six goatherds arose 
and came to waken Don Quijote, saying they were ready to 
bear him company did he still wish to witness the much- 
talked-of burial of Chrysostom. The knight, who wished for 
nothing but that, arose and bade his squire saddle and pannel 
at once, which the latter did with diligence and all set off". They 
hadn't gone a quarter-league when down a path they saw 
approaching six shepherds clad in black skins, crowned with 
garlands of cypress and the bitter bay and each bearing a stout 
branch of holly. Two mounted gentlemen, well-equipped for 
travel, and three foot-servants accompanied them. On meeting, 
each parted courteously greeted and enquired the destination of 
the other, and finding all were on their way to the burial place, 
they rode on together. One of the gentlemen addressing his 
companion said : ' Apparently, Senor Vivaldo, we do well to 
wait and witness this remarkable ceremony. It can't fail to be 
worth seeing according to the reports these shepherds give not 
only of their dead friend but of the fatal Marcela. ' ' I agree with 
you, ' replied Vivaldo, ' and I should delay not one day but four 
if necessary. ' 

Don Quijote asked what had they heard anent Marcela and 
Chrysostom and one of the travellers replied that they had fallen 


in with these shepherds early that morning, and seeing them in 
their sad garb, enquired the reason. They then were told of the 
eccentricity and beauty of Marcela, the loves of the many that 
sought her, together witht the death of Chrysostom, to whose 
burial they now were going. In short they were told all that 
Pedro had related to Don Quijote. This topic ended, another 
was begun by the horseman Vivaldo who enquired of our adven- 
turer the reason that impelled him to ride armed through such a 
peaceful country. To this Don Quijote responded : ' The exercise 
of my profession doesn't permit or allow me to go otherwise. 
A life of ease, pleasure and repose began of old for delicate 
courtiers, but toil, unrest and arms originated solely for them 
whom the world calls knights-errant, of whom I, though- un- 
worthy, am the least. ' , , ,, -'^^ ''^ , V • "-.vv-f' 

No sooner did the company hear this than they set down the 
speaker as mad, but to make sure thereof and in what direction, 
Vivaldo asked him what he meant by knights-errant. ' Have 
your worships not read the annals and histories of England 
wherein are recorded the famous deeds of King Arthur, whom 
we in Gastilian call King Artus, concerning wEoill' there's an old 
and cormnon"Tradi t it)n th reaghout his kingdom that he did not 
die but was by necromancy transformed into a raven, and that 
he will return in time and recover his rule and sceptre ? And it 
cannot be proved that from that day to this any Englishman has 
killed a raven. Now in the reign of this good king was instituted 
the famous order of chivalry known as the Knights of the Round 
Table. At this time too occured the love 'twixt Ijancelot of the^ 
Lake^nd Queen Guinevere, precisely as is written in these 
books, with The rfusted: dame Quintanona as their confidante 
and go-between. Hence arose the familiar ballad so much prized 
in our Spain, beginning : 

By dames so well watched o'er 
A knight was never seen 
As, since the Breton shore 
He left, has Lancelot been ; 

sontinuing with the sweet kindly story of his deeds in love and 


• This order of knighthood, handed down from that time, 
spread abroad through many parts of the world. The valiant 
Amadis of Gaul, his sons and grand-sons to the fifth generation, 
belonged thereto and became renowned for their deeds ; likewise 
the bold Felixmarte of Hyrcania, the never-adequately praised 
TirantejtU&^wbite and he whom almost we have seen in our own 
days, yea, heard and spoken to, that fearless and invincible 
knight, Don BejyLanis-iifjGtreece. This it is, sirs, to be knight- 
errant, and such is the order of chivalry which I, though a sinner, 
have made my calling. What those cavaliers professed, I pro- 
fess, and wonder through these wastes and solitudes in search 
of adventures, whereof in the most perilous that chance may 
afford with my whole soul I am determined to offer mine arm 
and person in behalf of the weak and needy. ' 

From this discourse of their companion the travellers were 
now fully convinced he was mad and of the kind of madness 
that swayed him, and the knowledge produced the same aston- 
ishment in them as in everyone on first discovery. Vivaldo, a 
shrewd and playful person, wished to give him opportunity to 
continue his rhapsodies, that they might beguile the short remain- 
ing distance, so he said to our knight : ' It strikes me, sir errknf, 
that your worship has chosen one of the most austere profes- 
sions in the world ; methinks that of the Carthusian monks is [not 
so strict, ' ' It may be equally rigid, ' returned the other, ' biut as 
necessary to mankind I am but an inch from doubting, for in 
truth the soldier executing his captain's order achieves no ess 
than the captain giving the order. My meaning is that ecclesias tics 
in all peace and comfort seek of Heaven the welfare of the ea th, 
but we soldiers and knights bring to pass what they but p 'ay 
for, defending the world with might of arm and edge of swoid ; 
not under shelter but exposed to the open sky, a target to the 
insufferable rays of the summer sun and the chilling winter 
frosts. Thus are we the servants of God — the arms where&y 
J^Sie brings his justice to pass~on the earth. 

' But inasmuch as war and the things pertaining thereto cannot 
be carried on without extreme sweat and toil and travail, its 
followers unquestionably work harder than they that in quiet 


ease and repose beseech God to succour the unfortunate. I don't 
for a moment say nor does it come to my mind that the actual 
condition of the errant knight is as enviable as that of the 
cloistered priest ; mine only inference from what I myself have 
suffered is that 'tis certainly more laborious and rib-roasted, 
more hungry and thirsty, more miserable and in rags, and more 
subject to lice. For the knights before me certainly experienced 
rough-and-tumble times, and if some through valour of arm 
came to be emperors, in faith it cost them dear in sweat and 
blood, and had no wizard or warlock helped them to their high 
places, they'Id have been defrauded of their desires and utterly 
deceived in their hopes. ' 

' So it always seemed to me, ' broke in the traveller ; ' and 
another thing to which 1 take exception in knights-errant is that 
when about to engage in some grand and perilous adventure, 
wherein is evident danger of losing life, at the moment of onset 
they never think to commend their souls to God as is the 
bounden duty of every Christian at such times. Instead they 
commend themselves to their lady-loves with as fervent will and 
devotion as if they were their gods — conduct that to my mind 
savours of paganism. ' ' This could on no account be different, 
sir, ' explained Don Quijote ; ' ill would fare the knight that did 
otherwise. It has ever been an observed custom of our order that 
everyone of us, undertaking some great feat of arms, must turn 
his eyes softly and lovingly toward his lady, should he find her 
before him, as if beseeching her help and favour in the impend- 
ing crisis. And where no such fair one is at hand, none the less 
lie is supposed to say something between his teeth by way of 
entrusting his whole heart to her. We have countless such in- 
stances in the histories. But not for this is it to be understood 
that they may omit the committal of their souls to God, for 
which there will be ample time and occasion in the course of 
the adventure. ' 

' One scruple yet remains, ' replied the traveller ; ' I have^ 
aften read how words pass 'twixt two errants, with the result 
that both become incensed, turn their steeds about, get some 
iistance between them and then without more ado rush against 


each other at full tilt, in the midst of the onset commending 
themselves to their lady-loves. Now in the shock it commonly 
befalls that one of the knights tarns a somersault over his horse's 
crupper, passed clear through by the lance of his adversary, who 
likewise would have come to the ground had he not held on by 
his horse's mane. My doubt is as to how the dead knight found 
time to commune with God when all occurred so suddenly. 
Better had he devoted the words wasted on his lady to his dluty 
and obligation as a Christian, especially since not all knights- 
errant, in my opinion, have ladies to whom to commend them- 
selves, for not all are enamoured. ' ' Impossible, ' protested the 
champion ; ' no knight-errant can be without lady fair : 'tis as 
natural for them to love as for the sky to have stars. Most 
certainly no history was ever seen that told of a knight-errant 
devoid of the tender passion, for the simple reason that should 
one be discovered, 'twould be held he wasn't an out-and-out 
errant but a bastard — that he entered the fortress of said chivalry 
not by the gate but over the wall like a footpad and robber. ' ' All 
may be true, ' said the traveller, ' yet, if my memory serve me, 
I once read that Don Galaor, brother of the valiant Amadis, had 
no special lady to whom to commend himself, yet was held in no 
less esteem — was, in fact, a most bold and renowned cavalier. ' 
To this Don Quijote replied : ' One swallow doesn't make a 
summer; the more that this knight, as I happen to know, 
was secretly very much in love. His natural tendency and a thing 
beyond his control was to desire every woman he deemed fair. 
It is equally certain however that there was but one he made 
mistress of his will ; to her he commended himself often enough, 
though in secret, for he prided himself on his furtiveness. ' ' If 
it's essential, then, that every knight-errant be in love, ' pursued 
the traveller, ' it's fair to presume that your worship is, being of 
that profession. And if you don't pride yourself on being as 
furtive as Don Galaor, I earnestly request that for the sake of 
this company and for mine own you tell us the name, country, 
rank and appearance of your lady, who will count herself 
fortunate that all the world knows she is loved and served by 
such a knight as your worship appears. ' 



Upon this the other gave a deep sigh and said : ' I cannot tell 
whether or no my sweet enemy would relish that the world 
should know I serve her, but in reply to your most courteous 
inquiry let me say that her name is Dulcinea, her native district 
el Toboso, a La Manchan village, her station at least that of 
princess, since she is my mistress and queen, and her appearance 
above that of woman, for in her are realised all the extravagant 
impossible attributes bestowed by poets upon their fair ones. 
Her tresses are of gold, like the Elysian fields her forehead, her 
eyebrows like the arcs of heaven, suns are her eyes, her cheeks 
roses, coral her lips, pearls are her teeth, her neck alabaster and 
her bosom marble. Her hands are as of ivory and her fairness 
is like the whiteness of the snow. The parts -mch modesty veils 
from human eyes are such, so I give myself to understand, that 
shrewd conjecture may praise but not compare. ' 

' Her race, lineage and descent we would know as well, ' said 
Vivaldo. And to this Don Quijote replied : ' She is not descended 
from the ancient Curtii, Gaii or Scipios of ancient Rome, nor 
from the more modern Golonnas or Orsini, nor from the Mon- 
cadas or Requesenes of Catalonia ; nor yet does she trace ber 
descent from the Rebellas. or Villanovas of Valencia, the Pala- 
foxes, Nuzas, Rocabertis, Gorellas, Lunas, Alagones, Urreas, 
Foces or Guerreas of Aragon ; nor is my love of the line of the 
Gerdas, Manriques, Mendozas or Guzmans of Castile, nor of the 
Alencastres, Pallas or Meneses of Portugal ; nay — but of those 
of el Toboso of La Mancha, a line so modern that it can give an 
honourable ancestry to the most illustrious houses of the future. 
And let none dispute me in this, save on the terms that Zerbino 
placed at the foot of Roland's arms : 

Let none these arms remove 
That cannot his deserts with Roland prove. ' 

' Though my family is the Cachopines of Laredo, ' returned 
the traveller, ' I shouldn't venture to compare it with that of el 
Toboso of La Mancha, though to tell the truth this is the first 
time the name has reached mine ears. ' ' Extraordinary, ' was all 
our knight could say. The rest of the party listened to this 


dialogue with eager attention and by it even the goatherds and 
shepherds perceived our knight's delusion. Sancho alojie^thought 
true what Jiig^master said, having known him .from birth. Th< 
wonderful DulcineaTel Toboso was the only thing he doubted^ 
for such a name and princess had never come to his notice, 
though her village lay so near his own. 

The two were still conversing when in a gap ahead between 
two high cliff's they saw some twenty shepherds, clad in skins 
of black wool and crowned with garlands some of cypress, some 
of yew. Six carried a litter covered with a great variety of 
leaves and flowers, and on seeing this one of our goatherds said : 
' They carry the body of Chrysostom and the base of that mount 
is where he asked to be buried. ' Accordingly they hastened and 
arrived soon after the others had laid the stretcher down, while 
four with sharp picks were already digging the grave close to a 
hard rock. Each party courteously saluted the other and Don 
Quijote and his fellow-travellers straightway moved toward the 
litter. They beheld the body of a youth, apparently of some thirty 
years, covered with flowers and clad like a shepherd. Even in 
death it showed that when alive he had possessed a lovely 
countenance and pleasing bearing. Round about him lay a few 
books and many papers, some loose, some tied together. 

Not only the spectators of this scene but the diggers of the 
grave were perfectly silent; till one of the bearers said to 
another : ' Are you sure this is the spot Chrysostom meant, 
Ambrosio ; you wished his request in the will satisfied to the 
letter ? ' ' I am sure, for oft in this very place my friend re- 
hearsed to me the story of his misfortunes. 'Twas here he first saw 
that fatal enemy of the human race ; 'twas here too he first told 
her of his love, pure as it was deep ; and here Marcela finally 
rebuked and disdained him, putting an end to the tragedy of his 
wretched existence. In testimony of these many miseries he 
desired to be buried here in the depths of oblivion. ' Then turning 
to Don Quijote and the travellers Ambrosio continued : ' This 
body, sirs, whereat you gaze with pitying eyes, was the dwelling- 
place of a soul in whom Heaven lodged a great proportion of her 
riches. This is the body of Chrysostom, a youth of rare fancy, of 


unique courtesy, of extreme delicacy ; a phoenix in friendsllip, 
liberal beyond measure, serious without pride, jocund without 
vulgarity ; the first in all that is good and without second in all 
that is unfortunate. He loved devotedly, was hated in return ; 
he adored but was disdained ; courted a wild beast, solicited a 
statue, pursued the wind, spake to the wilderness, served ingrat- 
itude and as reward became death's spoil in the prime of life, 
murdered by a shepherdess whom he would immortalise, as 
these papers could reveal had he not ordered them to be given 
to the flames as soon as his body had been given to the earth. ' 

' You'll be showing greater severity toward them than did their 
owner, ' protested Vivaldo ; ' 'tis wicked to comply with a 
request that's beyond all reason. Augustus Csgsar certainly 
would have sinned had he permitted the divine Mantuan's wish 
to be effected, and with his example before you, though you bury 
your friend's body in the earth, give not hi^ writings to oblivion. 
If he in a fit of spleen so bade, 'tis not for you iHTa. moment of 
folly to obey. Preserve the papers that the tale of Marcela's 
heartlessness mlfy~liTe for ever that others-may 'thtrs-eseape 
fallingTJVer tHe"^ine precipice. I and my companions know the 
story of your loving and despairing friend ; we know too of the 
fellowship between you, the occasion of his death and his final 
prayer. 'Tis easy to gather how great has been Marcela's cruelty, 
Ghrysostom's devotion, your loyalty and the end that's in store 
for all that ride recklessly along the path of immoderate love. 
Last evening we were told of Ghrysostom's death and burial 
here, and from curiosity and compassion we turned aside to see 
what we had heard with so much regret. In return for this our 
sorrow and our desire to lessen yours if we may, we ask you, most 
sensible Ambrosio, at least for myself I beg of you, to hand me 
some of these writings and that you on no account burn them. ' 
Without waiting for reply Vivaldo reached down and picked 
up some of the papers lying nearest him ; observing which 
\mbrosio said : ' Out of courtesy, sir, I grant your desire so 
[AT as it relates to the manuscript already in your hand. But 'tis 
irain to think I shall not burn the rest. ' Vivaldo, eagerly opening 
3ut one of the papers, said its title was A Lay of Despair. Upon 



this Ambrosio observed : ' 'Tis the last piece the poor fellow 
wrote. That you may see, sir, the pass to wliich his misfortunes 
brought him, read it aloud ; you'll have time while they dig the 
grave. ' ' I shall be only too glad to comply, ' said the other ; and 
as all present desired to hear it, they gathered about him and 
Vivaldo in a clear voice read the lay. 


Unexpected occurrences following on the despairing verses 
of the dead shepherd 

THOSE that heard Chrysostom's lay approved it, but its reader 
thought it fitted ill with what he heard of the purity and 
goodness of Marcela, since in the verses Chrysostom complained 
of jealousy, suspicion and neglect, all to the prejudice of the 
girl's good name and honour. To this answered Ambrosio, as one 
that knew well his friend's most secret thought : ' To free 
yourself of this uncertainty, sir, you must realise that when the 
poor fellow wrote the poem he was absent from Marcela, from 
whom he banished himself to see whether or no separation would 
affect him as it has others. But inasmuch as there's naught that 
doesn't distress an absent lover and no fear that doesn't haunt 
him, so Chrysostom was as much beside himself with suspicions 
and imaginary causes of jealousy as though they had been real. 
This however doesn't lessen the truth of what is said of the virtue 
of the girl, in whom envy itself cannot and should not find 
fault, save that she is cruel, a little arrogant and more than a 
little contemptuous toward lovers. ' ' You have spoken well, ' 
acknowledged Vivaldo. 

The latter was about to read another paper he had saved, when 
he was prevented by the appearance of a marvellous vision (for 
so it seemed) that presented itseJ^lf above them. Upon the large 
rock where the grave was being dug came into view the shep- 
herdess Marcela, beautiful beyond all they had heard. Those 
that had never seen her gazed at her speechless, nor were the 


Others less astounded. Scarce had Ambrosio realised her presence 
when he said with manifest indignation : ' O relentless basilisk 
of these moutains, you are here perchance to see if the wounds of 
this poor creature, slain by your heartlessness, will bleed afresh 
at your coming. Is it that or do you wish to glory in your cruel 
deeds and look down from on high upon the burning of your 
enkindled Rome, like another pitiless Nero ? Belike you would 
haughtily trample under foot this ill-used body, as Tarquin's 
daughter did his ? At once tell us your mission and pleasure, for 
knowing as I do that Ghrysostom's thoughts never failed you in 
his life, I shall see that all his friends obey you now that he is 
dead. ' 

' I come not, Ambrosio, for any of the purposes you have 
named. Rather I come in mine own defence, to show how unreas- 
onable are they that blame me for their trials and Ghrysostom's 
death. I beseech you all to give ear, for little time and few words 
will win men of understanding to the truth. Heaven made me 
fair you say and so fair that in spite of yourselves my beauty 
moves you to love me, and you insist that I in return am bound 
to love you. With the perception given me of God I realise that 
all beauty is lovable, but I do not feel that because it is loved it 
must of necessity love in return, especially as it might well be 
that the lover of beauty was himself ugly, and since ugliness is 
displeasing, how idle would it sound to say : ' I love you for 
your beauty : you must love me though ugly. ' 

' If on the other hand the man and woman were equally 
comely, it doesn't follow that they should equally love, since 
certain kinds of beauty do not excite the affections but merely 
gratify the eye. Indeed if all beauties inspired love, one wouldn't 
know where to rest ; but even as lovely things are without 
nhmber, so is there infinite variety in tastes. Moreover have I 
heard say that true love is single-minded and acts of its own free 
will, and if this be true, as I think it is, why wish my affections 
to be forced ? is it merely because you love me deeply ? Tell 
me, had Heaven made me ugly instead, would I be right in 
complaining that you loved me not ? Furthermore you must 
consider that I didn't choose my beauty, but Heaven of its 



bounty bestowed it unsought upon me, and even as the serpent 
is not to be rated for its poison, though he kill with it, since it's 
a gift of nature, so should I not be censured, being fair. Beauty 
in a good woman is like a distant flame or sharp sword : it 
neither burns nor cuts those that stand apart. Honour and virtue 
are not only adornments of the soul, but without them the 
body too, though it appear beautiful, shouldn't be esteemed so. 
And if purity is one of the virtues that most adorn both body 
and soul, why should she that is loved for beauty, sacrifice 
her purity by yielding to the wish of one that simply for his 
seltish pleasure seeks with all means at his command that she 
do so ? 

' Free was I born, and that I might continue so to live, I chose 
the solitude of the fields. The mountain-trees are my companions, 
the clear waters of these brooks my mirror, to the trees and the 
brooks I communicate my thoughts and my beauty. I am a fire 
removed and a sword afar off. Those in whom I have aroused 
passion by my countenance, I have disdained by my word. If 
desire feeds on hopes, none have I given Ghrysostom or another, 
and if any have died therefrom, his own obstinacy, be it said, 
and not my cruelty, killed him. But if it be charged against me 
that his purpose was honourable and that therefore I should 
have yielded, I can only say that when first on this spot where 
now they dig his grave he made known the seriousness of his 
intent, I told him that mine held to live singly all my life and 
that only our mother -earth should enjoy the fruitage of my 
chastity and my beauty's spoils. If on top of all this plain-speak- 
ing he hoped against hope and tried to sail against the wind, 
what wonder if he perished in the maelstrom of his own 
recklessness ? 

' Had I encouraged Ghrysostom, I had been false ; had I 
gratified him, 'twould have been against my better instinct and 
intent. Though refused he persisted, not hated he despaired. 
Consider now if I am to blame that he suffered. Let him that 
has been deceived complain, let him despair whom promised 
hopes have failed. Let him take courage whom I shall invite and 
let him whom I admit rejoice. But let him not cry me cruel and 


fatal whom I neither promise nor deceive, neither invite nor 
admit to my company. Heaven has not yet ordained mine a fated 
love and 'tis vain to think I shall love from choice. 

' Let this serve inclusively for all that for their several ad- 
vantages importune me. Henceforth let it be understood that if 
any die for me, 'twas not from jealousy, and frankness should 
never be interpreted as rebuke. He that calls me wild-beast, and 
basilisk, let him quit me as a wicked, baleful being ; he that 
calls me ungrateful, let him not serve me ; or hateful, let him 
not know me ; or cruel, follow me. For this wild-beast, this 
basilisk, this cruel and hateful ingrate, will not seek, serve, know 
or follow them, they may rest assured. If his impatience and 
unbridled passion caused Chrysostom's death, what blame can 
be attached to mine open conduct and withdrawal ? If I preserve 
my purity in the company of trees, why does he that would 
have me preserve it among men exert himself that I may lose it ? 
I, as you know, have riches and covet no man's. I delight in 
freedom and would not subject myself. I neither love nor hate. 
Neither do I deceive this man and solicit that, nor scoff at one 
and favour another. Natural companionship with these village- 
maidens and the care of my goats engage me. My wishes are 
bounded by these mountains, and if they soar beyond, 'tis but 
to contemplate the beauty of Ihe sky — steps whereby the soul 
journeys to its first abode. ' 

With this and without waiting for reply Marcela turned and 
disappeared into the depths of the neighbouring wood, leaving 
them all as struck with admiration for her understanding as for 
her beauty. Some of the shepherds, wounded by the keen arrows 
of light from her beautiful eyes, made as if to follow, ignoring 
her plain prohibition. When Don Quijote observed this, thinking 
his chivalry as champion of maidens would be well employed, 
he clapped hand to sword-hilt and said in loud and unmislake- 
able tones : ' Let none of whatever condition or estate dare follow 
the fair Marcela on pain of falling under my wrath. She made 
clear to you the little or no blame attaching to her for Chrysos- 
tom's death and how far she is from yielding to the desires of 
any lover. Instead of being followed and persecuted, she 


should be prized and respected by all good people of this 
world, for she alone therein purposes to live with these pure 
desires. ' 

Owing either to these threats or to Ambrosio's saying they 
should first finish their duty to their good friend, not a shepherd 
moved or left the spot till the grave was dug, tlie papers burned 
and the body lowered to its resting-place amidst the tears of 
all. They covered the grave with a huge boulder till such time as 
a slab could be made wliereon Ambrosio purposed to have cut 
the following : 

Beneath this sod has lain 

A lover's body cold — 

A shepherd of the fold 

That died through love's disdain. 

Who killed the luckless swain ? 
A maiden fair but rude, 
By -whose ingratitude 
Love amplifies his reign. 

They then strewed many leaves and flowers, and expressing 
their last sympathy to Ambrosio, the company dispersed. Don 
Quijote took leave of his hosts and the travellers, who sought his 
company to Seville as a city rich in adventures, where every 
street and corner offered more than any place he could find. The 
knight thanked them for their good-will but he couldn't and 
wouldn't go till he had rid these mountains of banditti, in whom 
report said they abounded. Seeing his good and firm intent the 
travellers didn't press further and taking leave anew continued 
on their journey ; during which was no lack of matter for discus- 
sion regarding both Marcela and Ghrysostom and the frenzy of 
the knight. He on his part decided to seek out the shepherdess 
and offer his services. But it fell out other than was expected, as 
is related in the course of this faithful narrative. 



The calamity that overtook our knight in connection 
with certain heartless Yanguesans 

THE sage Gid Hamet Benengeli relates that after Don Quijote 
took_leave of his- hosts T[nd~th«"^est of the company at 
Ghrysostom's burial, he and squire entered the wood into which 
the shepherdess Marcela had disappeared. After wandering for 
more than two hours in vain search, they came out upon a grassy 
green meadow bordered by a cool and pleasant stream, so that 
they could not but pass there the siesta, already very warm. They 
dismounted, and letting the ass and Rocinante feed at large on 
the abundant pasturage, themselves plundered the saddlebags, 
and waiving ceremony ate of their contents in good peace and 
fellowship. Sancho had not taken the trouble to fetter Rocinante, 
thinking him so gentle and dispassionate that not all the mares 
of the Cordovan mead could lead him astray. But fate and the 
devil, who doesn't always sleep, ordained that a number of 
Galician ponies,, the property of Yanguesan carriers, should be 
feeding in that same pasture, it being the fashion of such gentle- 
men to pass the siesta with their teams in watered grassy places 
such as this. Now Rocinante took it into his head to disport 
himself with these lady-ponies, and having once scented them, 
departing from his usual procedure, went at very brisk trot and 
without his master's leave to tell them of his pleasure. 

The ponies however apparently preferred feeding to aught else 
and received their caller with heels and teeth so forcefully that 
they soon had broken his girth and clean rid him of his saddle. 
But what must have still more displeased him was that the car- 
riers, seeing the violence offered their thoroughbreds, hastened to 
the spot with loading-sticks and gave him such a rib-roasting as 
to level him, considerably damaged, with the ground. The knight 
and squire, witnessing this punishment, came running up out of 


breath, the one saying to the other : ' Methinks, friend Sancho, 
that these are not knights but a low-lived worthless rabble, and 
you therefore may lawfully aid me in wreaking deserved ven- 
gence for the insult offered my steed before my very eyes. ' 
' What devils of vengeance have we to wreak, ' gasped the other, 
' when they are more than twenty and we but two, or maybe one 
and a half?' ' I am a hundred, ' cried his master, who without 
more ado now clapped hand to sword and charged the mob, 
followed by his squire, whom his example incited. 

With his first sword-cut Don Quijote opened the lealhern 
jacket of one of the Yanguesans, together with a good bit of his 
shoulder, but his friends, seeing themselves abused by two only 
and they so many, grasped their stakes, surrounded the pair and 
began to baste them with most determined fury. The result was 
that their second blow felled squire and master together, for the 
latters's skill and courage proved but vain, and he lay at Ihe feet 
of his good steed, who had not yet risen. From this may be 
gauged the pounding force of stakes when wielded by rustic and 
wrathful hands. 

Seeing the mischief they had wrought, the carriers with all 
possible speed loaded their ponies and went their way, leaving 
the two adventurers a sad sight and in sorrier mood. The first to 
show his displeasure was Sancho, who, on discovering his master 
hard by, called in weak, pitiful accents : ' Senor Don Quijote, 
ah, Senor Don Quijote ! ' ' What do you want, brother Sancho ? ' 
came from the other in the same feeble aggrieved tone. ' If possi- 
ble, I would your worship gave me two gulps of that Feo (ugly) 
Bias' balsam, if you have some handy. It may be good for broken 
bones as for wounds. ' ' Ah, had I but that here, what more 
should we need, ill-fated that I am ! But I swear to you, Sancho 
Panza, on the faith of a knight-errant, that, provided fortune do 
not order otherwise, I'll possess that treasure (or my hand has 
lost its cunning) ere two days are passed. ' 

' And how many do you think 'twill be ere we can move our 
feet ? ' ' I for myself cannot guess, ' replied the cudgelled knight ; 
' but the blame for this is mine, since I shouldn't have fought 
with men not dubbed as I. Verily I believe that as penalty for 


this trespass the God of battles allowed our chastisement. Where- 
fore, brother, 'twere well that you be warned of what I am about 
to tell, for it deeply concerns the welfare of both. It is that when 
you see such riff-raff working us harm, don't wait till I draw 
sword sgainst them, for I shall refrain. But do you draw yours 
and lay on to your heart's content. Should knights come to their 
aid and protection, I shall be ready to oppose them and defend 
you with all my power ; and you've had a thousand proofs of 
how far the might of my strong arm availeth ; ' so inflated had the 
poor gentleman become through his triumph over the gallant 

This suggestion didn't strike Sancho favourably enough to let 
it pass without saying : ' Senor, I am law-abiding, gentle and a 
lover of ease, and I can overlook any injury whatsoever, for I 
have a wife and children to feed and raise. In return let this be 
my suggestion (it cannot be a command) that on no account 
shall I draw sword against countryman or cavalier : before God 
I henceforth forgive all scath that has been or shall be done me, 
whether he that has done, does now or shall do it be high or 
low, rich or poor, noble or commoner, no rank or condition 
excepted. ' To which his master replied : ' I would I had breath 
enough to speak with a little ease and that the pain in this rib 
would lessen, that I might make clear to you, Panza, your error. 
For look here, sinner, if the wind of fortune, which till now 
has blown dead against us, should suddenly shift in our favour, 
bellying the sails of our desires, so that safely and freely we 
reach our port in one of the promised isles, how will you fare, 
if on winning it I make you its lord ? Why, you'll bring all to 
naught, because you're not a knight nor wish to be one, and 
have no courage, nor care to avenge your injuries and protect 
your realm. You must realise that in kingdoms and provinces 
newly conquered the subjects are never so content or so much 
their new lord's partisans that he needn't fear their springing a 
revolution, trying to see what fortune will do for them as they 
say. The new incumbent must, necessarily, be wise enough to 
govern and valiant enough to fight and defend himself in every 
emergency. ' 



' In this last one, ' replied Sanclio, ' I would I had possessed 
the wisdom and valour your worship mentions. But I swear to 
you on the faith of a poor man that for the present I'm more in 
need of plasters than palaver. Try your worship to rise, and let 
us help Rocinante, tiiough in truth he doesn't deserve it, being 
the cause of all that drubbing. I never would have believed it of 
Rocinante, whom I took for a chaste person and as great a lover 
of the peace as myself. 'Tis a true saying that it takes a long 
time to know people and that in life nothing's certain. Who'ld 
have thought that on the heels of those heavy whacks your worship 
gave that unlucky knight -errant, would come post-haste such a 
tempest as but now fell on our shoulders ? ' ' Yours, Sancho, 
should be accustomed to such squalls, but mine, acquainted 
with soft cloth and fine linen, naturally feel the pain of this 
mishap more acutely. And did I not imagine, imagine do I say, 
did I not know as a fact, that all these discomforts are closely 
affiliated with the practice of arms, I should be ready to die on 
the spot from pure exhaustion. ' 

Again the squire made answer : ' If these humiliations be the 
natural harvest of chivalry, tell me, sir, are there many in a year 
and do they come at certain seasons ? for methinks with two such 
reapings we should be no good for a third, unless God of his 
infinite mercy come to our aid. ' ' Be assured, friend Sancho, ' 
responded the other, ' that though the life of knights-errant is 
exposed to a thousand perils and reverses, equally is it in their 
power to become kings and emperors — as experience has shown 
with many knights whose histories I know from beginning to 
end. I now could tell you, pain permitting, of some that have 
risen solely through valour to those high stations, yet found 
themselves, both before and after, in divers miseries and vicissi- 
tudes. Amadis, for example, fell into the power of his mortal 
enemy the magician Arcalaus who, it is asserted, tied him to a 
pillar in the court-yard and with his horse's reins applied more 
than two hundred lashes. Moreover there's an unknown but 
reliable author relates how the Knight of Phoebus, falling through 
a trap-door at a certain castle, straightway found himself tied 
hand and foot in a cavern, where they injected into him a certain 


thing called a clyster, made of snow and water, which nearly 
proved his finish ; had not a sage and great friend rescued him in 
his jeopardy, the poor fellow wonld have fared ill indeed. 

' I, therefore, being in such good company, can well bear my 
sufferings, the better that the calamities that overtook them were 
worse than ours. Fori must enlighten you, Sancho, that wounds 
given with instruments already in the hand are no humiliation, 
as is expressly set down in the law of the duel. For example, if 
a cobbler strike another with a last, the recipient of the blow is 
not said to have been mauled thereby. This I say lest you think 
that, pummeled as we were, we were also in some degree 
insulted. The arms those men ca/ed and wherewith they basted 
us were merely pack-staves — not a rapier, as I remember, or 
sword or dagger among them. ' 

' They gave me no time to observe, sir, for hardly had I 
grasped my good weapon, when their sticks or whatever they 
were signed the cross on my shoulders in such a way as to 
deprive me of eye-sight and the use of my legs, fetching me 
where now I lie, and were it gives me no concern whether stakes 
made it an insult or not. The pain of the blows does interest 
me, since they're as likely to remain as deeply impressed on my 
memory as on my shoulders. ' ' Still, brother Sancho, you must 
bear in mind there's no memory time does not obliterate, no 
suffering death doesn't consume. ' ' But what worse luck can 
there be than that which must wait for death to obliterate, or 
time to consume. Were our disaster of the kind that a couple of 
bandages could cure, 'twouldn't be so bad, but I am beginning 
to think the plasters of a whole hospital won't straighten us out.' 

' Enough of this, my son ; pluck strength out of weakness and 
I'll do the same. Let us first look to Rocinante, since it appears 
that not the least part of this misfortune fell to him. ' ' What 
wonder, master, since he too is an errant. The astonishing thing 
is that while we three came off without a rib, mine ass escaped 
without a rub. ' ' In reverses, my son, fortune ever leaves one 
door open for their relief; even as now, when this little beast, 
relieving Rocinante, can carry me hence to some castle where 
my wounds may be healed. I shall the less consider such a mount 


dishonour in thai I remember how the good old Silenus, tutor to 
the merry god of laughter, entered the hundred-gated city riding 
very pleasantly a fine-looking ass. ' 

• Maybe he did, ' said the squire ; ' but there's big dilTercnce 
between going mounted like a gentleman and slung across like a 
sack of sweepings. ' To this the master replied : ' Battle-wounds 
augment not lessen honour ; so speak no more, Panza friend. 
Rise, I say, as best you can, and place me on your ass however 
you think well, and let us depart lest night overtake us in this 
wilderness. ' ' I have heard you tell, ' ventured the other, ' that 
it's quite the thing for knights-errant to sleep on heaths and 
deserts most of the year and that they considerer it good-luck. ' 
' That is when they cannot do better, or when they're in love. 
There have been knights that, unknown to their ladies fair, 
remained two years on a cliff exposed to the sun and the dark- 
ness and the sky's inclemency. Such an one was Amadis, who 
under the name of Beltenebros abode on Peiia Pobre eight years 
or months — I am not sure which. Be that as it may, he did 
penance there for some fault or other wich the princess Oriana 
took exception to. But let us drop this, boy, and make haste ere 
some disaster befalls the ass similar to the one that overtook 
Rocinante. ' 

' Here would the devil be then, sure, ' quoth Sancho ; and 
with thirty ohs, sixty sighs and a hundred and twenty curses 
and plagues on the creature that had brought him to this pass, 
he raised himself, but only part way, unable to stand upright, 
bent like a Turkish bow. Yet with all this distress he managed 
to pannel his ass, who in the immoderate license of that day as 
well had gone astray. He then helped to his feet Rocinante, who, 
had he possessed a tongue wherewith to complain, would cer- 
tainly not have lagged a whit behind master or man. Last of all 
Sancho laid his lord athwart the smaller beast and tying the horse 
on behind took his ass by the halter and set out toward where 
he thought the high-road lay. As chance guided their affairs 
from good to better, he had gone less than a short league when 
he discovered the road and on it an inn, which to his sorrow 
and the other's joy must needs be a castle. Sancho insisted 


'twas an inn and his master 'twas certainly a castle, and the 
dispute was still on when they reached it, at the gateway of 
which without further argument the squire entered, himself 
and all his retinue. 


Of all that befell our imaginative gentleman in the inn 
supposed to be a castle. 

THE landlord, on seeing our knight slung across the ass, 
asked the squire what was the trouble. The latter replied 
'twas nothing, only his master had fallen from a ledge and 
bruised his ribs a bit. The innmistress, unlike most of her kind, 
felt for the misfortunes of her neighbours and made haste to 
attend to this one, making her comely young daughter assist. 
The only servant at the inn was an Asturian lass, one with 
broad face and flat head behind, snub-nosed, asquint of one 
eye and not cock-sure with the other, though certainly the 
litheness of her body balanced these shortcomings, for her 
height was not above seven palms, and her shoulders, being a 
trifle heavy, made her scan the ground more than she liked. 

This graceful creature helped the daughter prepare a bed in a 
loft that in its day had evidently served many years for straw. 
Here too a carrier had taken up his rest a little beyond our 
knight. Though his bed was made of packsaddles and mule- 
blankets, it took the shine out of Don Quijote's, consisting of 
four rough boards on two rickety horses, a mattress like a quilt 
for weight, full of little knobs shown by rents to be of wool but 
to the touch seeming small cobbles ; and on top of all two sheets 
of shield-leather and a blanket everyone of whose threads could 
have been numbered. On this wicked shakedown the knight 
reclined while wife and daughter plastered him from top to toe, 
aided with a light by the Asturian wench Maritornes. In applying 
the plasters the innmistress couldn't but notice how black and 
blue he was and said it looked more like a felling than a fall. ' It 


wasn't, ' said Sancho, ' but the ledge had lots of little points and 
projections, each one of which left its mark. And please, lady, 
leave a few cloths, for there won't lack one to use them — my 
loins as well pain a bit. ' 

' So you too had a fall, did you ? ' ' Not exactly a fall, but I 
got such a shock from seeing master go over that my body aches 
as though it had received a thousand bastings. ' ' That may well 
be, ' vouchsafed the daughter, ' for oft have I dreamed I was 
falling from a tower and never reaching the ground, and when 
I awoke Fid find myself as bruised and shaken as if it had really 
happened. ' ' But the funny part of my fall was that without 
dreaming and more awake than I am now, I find myself with few 
less bruises than my master Don Quijote. ' ' I didn't catch the 
name, ' said Maritornes. ' Don Quijote de la Mancha, knight- 
adventurer and one of the best and bravest seen for many a 
day. ' ' And what's a knight- adventurer ?' queried the wench. 
' Are you so fresh in the world as not to know vhat a knight- 
adventurer is ? Then let^ me tell you, sis tgc^that he's something 
that in two words is cudgelled and a ki^g. To-day he's the 
unluckiest beggar alive but to-morrow he'll have two or three 
crowns to throw away on his squire. ' ' Then how does it 
happen, ' said the innmistress, ' that you, being squire to a good 
master, haven't even a countship apparently ? ' ' It's too early 
yet ; we've been out less than a month and so far haven't run 
across any ; it sometimes happens you look for one thing and 
find another. But if my master gets well of his felling or fall, and 
if it doesn't leave me hunchback, I wouldn't exchange my hopes 
for the best title in Spain. ' 

Don Quijote lay attentive to this colloquy, but now sitting up 
as best he could he took his hostess ' hand and said : ' Believe 
me, fair lady, you may call yourself fortunate in having sheltered 
in your castle a person whom if I do not praise, 'tis by reason 
of the common saying. Self-glorification doth make vile. But my 
shield-bearer will tell who I am. For myself let me add that I 
shall ever keep writ in memory the service you have rendered, 
that I may thank you for the same while I live. Would to Heaven 
love held me not subject to its laws and to the eyes of the fair 



ingrate whom I name between my teeth ; else those of this 
lovely girl would rule my liberty. ' The innmistress, her daughter 
and good Maritornes were dumfounded by this speech, since 
'twas so much Greek to them ; but they gathered that he offered 
his service and attentions. Unused to such language, they stared 
at him in astonishment as at a different order of being. At length 
they got out their thanks in tavern fashion and departed, leaving 
Maritornes to care for Sancho, who was in as dire straits as his 

Now it chanced that the carrier had arranged with this Asturian 
lass to be together that night, she having given her word to come 
when the household had retired and do his pleasure. And 'tis 
said of this good woman that she always kept an oath though 
'twere given in the woods and without witnesses, for she prided 
herself on being gently-born, considering it no disgrace to be 
serving at an inn for, she said, misfortune had brought her there. 
The hard, narrow, stingy and treacherous bed of Don Quijote 
came first, near the centre of this starlit stable. Next came 
Sancho's, consisting of a rush-mat and a blanket plainly not wool 
but threadbare canvass ; and just beyond these two beds was 
heaped the carrier's, made of the packsaddles and trappings of 
his best two mules. He had twelve in all it seerns, every one 
sleek, shiny and in prime condition, for their master was one of 
the richest carriers in Arevalo. At least so says the author of this 
history, who makes particular mention of him, being his close 
acquaintance and even distant kinsman, they say ; and Gid Hamet 
Benengeli was most diligent and exact in all things, as may be 
seen by his not passing in silence even the merest trifles, afford- 
ing an example to certain grave historians whose accounts of 
incidents are so abbreviated that we scarce get a taste of them, 
while the essential part of the story, either from carelessness or 
malice or ignorance, is left in the ink-pot. A thousand blessings 
on the author of Tablante de Ricamonte and the narrator of the 
deeds of Count Tomillas ! with what pains is every smallest 
detail dwelt upon ! 

Our historians says, then, that after the carrier had visited his 
team and given their second feed, he stretched himself over his 


packsaddles and waited for the punctilious Maritornes. Sancho 
in plasters had already accommodated himself and was even 
trying to get sleep, despite the pain in his ribs, while Don Quijote 
with the pain in his had his eyes wide open as a hare's. The inn 
was all silent and dark, save for a lantern that hung in the middle 
of the outer gate. This marvellous stillness, added to memories 
of situations so scrupulously recorded in the books that proved 
his undoing, brought to our knight's fancy one of the strangest 
delusions that well can be conceived. Having arrived at this 
famous castle, as he took this inn to be, he imagined the keeper's 
daughter the daughter of the lord of the place, and represented 
to himself that she, overcome by his graces, had fallen in love 
and had promised that unknown to her parents she'ld spend a 
good part of the night in his society. Holding this chimera as 
downright truth he began to be restless, reflecting on the dan- 
gerous crisis his virtue was about to face. Yet in his heart he 
resolved to commit no treason to his lady Dulcinea del Toboso, 
though Queen Guinevere herself with her duenna Quintaiiona 
placed themselves in his power. 

In the midst of this fantasy arrived the fatal hour of the quest 
of the Asturian who, clad in a smock, bare-footed, her hair caught 
up in a fustian net, with silent cautious steps entered the room 
where the three lay. Hardly had she gained the door when Don 
Quijote heard her and sitting up in bed maugre plasters and 
pains stretched out his arms to receive so much beauty, that 
stooping went quietly feeling her way toward her desired object. 
She thus was bound to come in contact with the arms of our 
knight, who seized her firmly by the wrist, drew her toward 
him and without her daring utter a syllable made her sit upon 
his bed. First he felt her smock which, though nothing but 
sackcloth, seemed to him the finest and most delicate silk. The 
glass-beads on her wrists sparkled like oriental pearls ; her hair 
(more or less resembling a horse's mane) he pictured of the most 
dazzling Arabian gold, obscuring the sun itself in splendour, 
while her breath, reeking of the stale meat-salad of the night 
before, came to his nostrils like sweet aromatic fragrance. 

In short our knight's imagination pictured this wench in 


semblance of the other princess who, smit with love, came to 
attend the sorely wounded cavalier : to his senses this one had 
all her adornments of person. Such was the poor man's blindness 
that neither touch nor breath nor aught else undeceived him, 
though enough to make any but a carrier sick at the stomach. 
Rather he believed he had the goddess of beauty herself in his 
arms, and still clutching her wrist in low and amorous accent 
thus began : ' Would that I were in the way, fair and noble 
creature, to requite the favour thou hast done me in the dis- 
closure of thy great beauty. But fortune, never weary in the 
persecution of the good, has seen fit to place me where I lie so 
battered and broken that even were my will ready to yield to 
thine, such a thing could not be. But on top of this impossibility 
is another still greater — the faith sworn to the peerless Dulcinea 
del Toboso, sole mistress of my secret thoughts. Were this not 
the state of things, I should not be such a ninny of a knight as 
to let slip the opportunity thy great bounty has placed in my 
hands. ' 

The lass was in mortal sweat and agony at finding herself so 
tightly held by this gentleman, and without comprehending or 
even hearing his talk and without saying a word in reply 
she struggled to get free. The good carrier, whom evil desire 
had kept awake, from the time he heard his courtesan enter 
listened to all Don Quijote said, and anxious lest the Asturian 
prove false, stole up to the other's bed, waiting to discover what 
these unintelligible words portended. But when he saw the lass 
struggling to get free and the man doing his best to restrain her, 
he no longer fancied the joke and raising his fist on high dis- 
charged such a truly terrible blow on the lantern-jaws of the 
enamoured knight as to bathe his mouth in blood. 

But not content with this the carrier mounting his ribs started 
a quick trot, till the weakly-supported bed, unable to bear this 
fresh weight, came to the floor and with such a crash that it 
wakened the innkeeper, who sodn guessed that Maritornes had 
a hand in the trouble, since he called her and received no answer. 
In this suspicion he arose and lighting a lamp hastened to the 
scene of disaster. The wench, seeing him come and knowing his 


temper, was scared out of her wits, and taking refuge in the bed 
of Sancho Panza, who had fallen to sleep, rolled herself up like 
a ball. The innkeeper entering called out : ' Where are you, you 
trollop ? this is some of your doings, I'll wager. ' Upon this 
Sancho awoke, and finding a large swelling on top of him, he 
look it for a nightmare and began to lay about on all sides, any 
number of which blows fell on Maritornes. She, feeling the pain 
they gave, dropped her gentility and delivered so many in return 
that in spite of himself Sancho quit the idea of nightmare. Find- 
ing how he was treated and by he knew not whom, he got up 
as he could and closed with the other, and then and there ensued 
the stormiest and most comical scuffle in the world. 

The carrier, seeing by the light of the innkeeper's lamp how 
his lady faired, left Quijote and hastened to give the much-needed 
aid. The innkeeper made haste as well though with a different 
intention, for he meant to punish the woman, believing her the 
sole cause of all this harmony. As the saying is, the cat to the 
rat, the rat to the rope, the rope to the stick : even so the carrier 
made at Sancho, Sancho at the wench, the wench at him, the 
innkeeper at her and all let fly so briskly as not to grant a 
moment's respite. And the best of it was that the lamp went out 
and in the dark they struck so indiscriminately and so without 
pity that wherever fists lit, there was damage done. 

Now chance quartered in the inn that night an officer of the 
ancient and holy Toledan Brotherhood, who, hearing an extraor- 
dinary commotion, seized his staff and tin box containing 
warrants, and entering the dark room called out : ' Hold, in the 
name of justice ! hold, in the name of the Holy Brotherhood ! ' 
The first person he laid hands on was the belted knight, lying 
senseless on his demolished bed with mouth in air. Catching 
hold of his beard as he groped about, the officer ceased not to 
cry : ' Help for the police ! ' but finding his victim didn't struggle 
or even stir, he called still louder : ' Close the inn-gate that none 
escape, for here's a man murdered ! ' 

Every one in a fright quit sparring instantly. The keeper fled 
to his room, the carrier to his packsaddles, the woman to her 
cot — the unlucky knight and squire alone couldn't move from 


where they lay. The officer now let go the former's beard and 
went to get light whereby he might seize the delinquents. But no 
light was to be found, for the inn-keeper took care to blow out 
the gate-lantern as he fled to his chamber, and the officer was 
forced to hunt amid the hearth-ashes, where he at last found flre. 


A succession of the countless troubles that brave knight 

and trusty squire experienced in the inn that to his sorrow 

the former took for a castle 

BY this time Don Quijote had come to and in the same 
aggrieved tone used by him when speaking to his squire 
the previous day, stretched out there in the Valley of the Stakes, 
he now addressed him : ' Sancho friend, are you sleeping ? are 
you asleep, Sancho friend ? ' ' Curses on me, ' quoth Sancho in 
pain and displeasure, ' how can I be when 'tis clear all the 
devils of hell have this night been after me ! ' ' You have reason 
to think so, ' assented the other, ' and either I know very little 
or this castle is enchanted, for I must tell you — but first you 
must swear to keep it secret till I am dead. ' ■ I swear it. ' ' I ask 
this, ' continued Don Quijote, ' since I'm no friend to anyone's 
losing his or her good name. ' ' I say I swear to keep it dark as 
long as your worship lives. God grant I may out with it to- 
morrow. ' ' Do I work you such harm, Sancho, that you wish 
me that soon dead ? ' ' It isn't that, but I'm no friend to keeping 
secrets and don't want them to go rotting in my insides with 
too long holding. ' 

' Be that as it may, ' said his master, ' I have. sufficient confi- 
dence in your affection and respect to tell you that this night has 
befallen me one of the rarest adventures in the world, and trust 
me I shall know how to make the most of it. To be brief, a short 
time back there came to me the lord of the castle's daughter, the 
fairest and most refined maiden to be found in the wide universe. 
What shall I say of her apparel 1 what of her brilliant under- 


staading ! what of hidden things which, to guard my fealty to 
my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, I shall pass over untouched and in 
silence. This only I may reveal that, either because Heaven was 
jealous of the boon fortune placed in my hands or perhaps, and 
this is more likely, by reason that this castle is enchanted even 
as I said, in the midst of most sweet and loving audience with 
her, without my seeing it or knowing whence it came, the fist of 
a monstrous giant dropped such a blow on my jaws as to bathe 
them in blood, followed by such a rib-roasting as to leave me 
worse than yesterday, when by reason of Rocinante's license 
we were insulted by the carriers. 1 gather from all this that some 
bewitched Moor must guard the treasure of the maiden's beauty 
— that it cannot be for me. ' 

' Nor for me, ' said Sancho, ' for over here more than four 
hundred Moors let fly, in comparison wherewith the stake- 
drubbing was but cakes and cookies. But tell me, senor, what 
sort of an adventure do you call this fine rare one that has left 
us where we are ? Your worship to be sure is less to the bad 
than I, since you had hold of that incomparable beauty, while I, 
what did I get but the heaviest slam-banging I think to receive in 
all my life. Unlucky Sancho and unlucky the mother that bore 
him, since to him, though no knight-errant and never hoping to 
be one, most of the hardships fall. ' ' So you were basted too ? ' 
' Didn't I say I was, curses on my line ! ' quoth the squire. ' Be 
not troubled, ' said the other reassuringly, ' for now I'll make 
the precious balsam, which will cure us in the twinkling of an 

The officer having lighted his lamp now came to look after the 
man he supposed dead, and Sancho seeing the ugly-looking fellow 
enter in shirt and night-cap whispered to his master : ' Can this 
be the enchanted Moor, senor, returning to administer punish- 
ment in case any be left in the ink-pot?' ' No, for bewitched 
persons are never visible. ' ' Not visible perhaps but feelable 
certainly, or let my shoulders speak a word or two. ' ' Mine also 
could talk, but that wouldn't be suffice to prove this the enchant- 
ed Moor. ' The constable drawing near was greatly surprised to 
hear them talk so cheerfully, especially as Don Quijote still lay 


there on his back, unable to stir as a result of poundings and 

The officer was the first to speak : ' Well, how goes it, old 
fellow ? ' ' rid speak more respectfully, were I you ; is it usual 
in this country so to greet knights-errant, fool ? ' The other 
finding himself abused and by such a sorry object lost his tem- 
per, and raising the lamp brought it down on Don Quijote's 
head, leaving its mark there. Then, as all was dark again, he 
beat a retreat. Sancho spoke up and said : ' There can be no 
doubt, master, that he is the bewitched Moor, with treasures to 
look after for others, but for us only fisticuffs and lamp-rubbings. ' 
' It is ever so, and no notice can be taken of these enchantments, 
nor is it of any use to be put out by them, for, invisible and 
imaginary as they are, we could never find one on whom to 
avenge ourselves, however much we tried. Rise, my son, if you 
can, and calling the commander of this fortress, see will he give 
us a little oil, wine, salt and rosemary, wherewith to concoct the 
curative balsam. Verily methinks I have dire need thereof, since 
blood is flowing copiously from that spectre's wound. ' 

With plenty of aches in his bones Sancho lifted himself 
and going in the darkness for the innkeeper stumbled on the 
officer, who had been listening to his enemy's plans. Sancho at 
once spoke out saying : ' Senor, whoever you are, be so kind as 
to give me a little rosemary, oil, salt and wine needed to cure 
one of the best errants in the world, who lies on yon bed sore 
wounded by the enchanted Moor living at this inn. ' The officer 
took him for frenzied, but now that day was approaching, he 
opened the door and calling to the innkeeper told what was 
wanted. The latter soon produced the articles, which Sancho 
then carried to his master. He found him with hands to head groan- 
ing from the pain of the lamp-blow, which had done no more 
than raise two fair-sized weals — what he called blood proved 
to be sweat caused by the agony of the late tempest. He received 
the ingredients and after mixing boiled them till of the proper 
consistency. He then asked for a phial to pour the stuff into, but 
18 the inn furnished none, he decided to entrust it to a tin cruet, 
freely contributed by the landlord. And over it all he said more 



than eighty pater-nosters and an equal number of ave-marias, 
salves and credos, accompanyng each word with a cross by way 
of benediction. Present at the ceremony were Sancho, innkeeper 
and constable — the carrier had quietly gone off to look to his 

The moment all was said and done, the knight, wishing to 
test the virtue of the precious drug, tossed off near a quart that 
remained in the pot after the cruet had been filled. Scarce was 
it down when he began to vomit with a violence that clean 
emptied his stomach, and along with the pains and spasms of 
the puking he perspired most freely ; so he bade ihem cover him 
and leave him alone. After a sound sleep of above three hours 
he wakened, feeling such renewed life in his whole system and 
seeming so much better of his bruises that he deemed himself 
quite well, attributing all to Fierabras' balsam. Henceforth, with 
that remedy at hand, he persuaded himself he could engage 
without fear in disasters, wars and scuffles, it mattered not how 

Sancho regarded his master's restoration as nothing short of 
miraculous and asked if he might drain off what still remaind in 
the pot — not a little. The knight gave consent and the squire, 
holding the receptacle with both hands, in good faith and better 
will poured down not much less than had Don Quijote. But his 
stomach must by nature have been more hardy than his lord's for 
ere he vomited he suffered such pain and nausea, such sweatings 
and swoonings, that he thoughfchis hour was come. He cursed 
the balsam and the rogue that had given it, but the latter, observ- 
ing his state, remarked : ' I must believe, Sancho, that all this 
annoyance springs from not being knighted and I begin to think 
that this beverage cannot help those that are not. ' ' Why did 
you so much as let me taste it then ? curses on me and all my 
kinsfolk ! ' The medicine however now began to act and the poor 
squire got relief both ways and at such a rate that the rush-mat 
on which he had thrown himself together with the canvass 
blanket were put out- of business. He sweated and resweated 
with such fits and paroxyms that not alone he but every one 
thought he was done for. This bad weather and going lasted 


upwards of two hours and even in the end he didn't come out 
as his master did, but too wasted and weakened to stand. 

As has been said, our knight felt himself again and was ready 
to sally forth on his adventurous quests, since it seemed to him 
that time spent there was depriving the world and its needy of 
his favour and assistance. His confidence in the balsam made 
him feel this even more strongly, so he now saddled Rocinante 
and panneled the ass of his squire, whom he helped to dress and 
mount. He then got upon his own steed and going to a corner 
seized a pike standing there to serve him as lance. More than 
twenty persons, all that were at the tavern, stood watching and 
among them the innkeeper's daughter from whom Don Quijote 
didn't remove his eyes, now and again heaving a sigh, uprooted 
from his lowest bowels, but supposed by every one to proceed 
from the pain in his ribs — at least by those that had seen him 
plastered the night before. Now that both were mounted, the 
knight in calm and serious voice called from the gateway : ' Many 
and great, sir governor, are the favours received in this your 
castle, and I shall remain under the greatest obligation to your 
worship all the days of my life. If I can repay by taking vengeance 
on some coxcomb that has harmed you, know that my sole pro- 
fession is to help those that cannot help themselves, to avenge 
the wronged and to punish perfidy. Ransack your memory, and 
should you find aught of that character to give into my hands, 
say the word and I promise by the order of chivalry I have 
received to procure you reparation to your heart's content. ' 

The innkeeper with the same tranquil air replied : ' Sir knight, 
there's no occasion to avenge grievance of mine — I know 
how to do that myself the moment I suffer any. My sole request 
is that you pay me the night's reckoning, both for the straw 
and barley of the two beasts and for your and your squire's 
supper and beds. ' ' Is this an inn, then ? ' ' Yes, and a most 
respectable one. ' • Till this moment, sir, ' replied the guest, 
' I laboured under a delusion, for I honestly supposed it a most 
respectable castle. Now that it proves an inn, all you have to do 
is excuse the payment, for under no circumstances may I violate 
the rules of errant knights who, I am certain, having never read 


anything to the contrary, not once paid for lodging or aught alse 
at the inns where they put up. There's owing them by inalienable 
right whatever good accommodation is provided, in return for the 
insufferable hardships they undergo, seeking out adventures by 
day and night, summer and winter, mounted and afoot, in hunger 
and thirst, in heat and cold, exposed to all the uncertainties of 
the weather and all the certain woes of the world. ' ' I can see 
nothing in all this, ' returned the innkeeper ; ' pay me what you 
owe, and drop your fairy-tales and chivalries. All I care about is 
to get what's due me. ' 

' You are a fool and an ostler, ' came from Don Quijote ; and 
putting spurs to steed and brandishing lance he galloped off 
through the gate before anyone could stop him, and, not looking 
to see if his squire followed, soon had left the place a consider- 
able distance behind. The innkeeper was greatly incensed and 
threatened, if Sancho refused to pay, to take it out of him in a 
way he wouldn't relish. To this the other made answer that by 
the law of chivalry received of his master he wouldn't pay a 
farthing though it cost him his life. Good old usages of knights- 
errant shouldn't fall into contempt through him, nor were future 
squires to blame him for having overstepped this most just 
provision. But the evil star of the unfortunate squire ordained 
that there should be stopping at the inn four wool-carders of 
Segovia, three needle-makers of the Colt-Quarter in Cordova and 
two lodgers from the Market in Seville — jovial, good-hearted 
rogues, up to all kinds of tricks, and these, as if moved by a 
common impulse, coming up to Sancho, removed him from his 
ass. One led the way in, seeking mine host's bed-blanket, but 
when they had thrown the squire into it, raising their eyes they 
marked that the ceiling was a trifle too low and decided to go 
out into the yard whose only upward limit was the sky. There 
they began to toss poor Sancho from the centre of the blanket 
and sport with him as with a dog at Shrovetide. 

The cries of the blanketed wretch were so loud they reached 
the ears of his master, who, checking his horse that he might 
listen to better advantage, imagined some new adventure on 
the wing. But at last realising 'twas his squire that yelled, he 


turned and rode back at a painful gallop to the inn and finding 
the gate shut, encircled the place in the hope of entrance. But he 
got no further than the yard- wall when he caught sight of the 
dirty trick they were playing. He saw his squire rise and fall, 
and with such grace and agility that had his rage allowed him, 
verily methinks held have laughed. He first tried to mount the 
wall, but, bruised and battered, he couldn't even dismount from 
his horse, and so sat there hurling such insults at the blanketers 
as cannot be repeated. But not for this did they cease their 
laughter or their labour, nor the flying Sancho his complaints, 
mingled now with threats, now with entreaties, which availed 
him little, nor at all until from pure weariness his persecutors 
let him go. 

They brought the poor man his ass and mounting him drew 
his long cloak over his shoulders. The compassionate Maritornes, 
seeing him so far gone, thought to relieve him with a jug of cold 
water straight from the well. Sancho took the jug and was raising 
it to his mouth when he was checked by cries from his master : 
' Son Sancho, touch not that water, drink it not, my son, for 
'twill kill you. Look, ' he shouted, producing the cruet, ' here is 
the blessed balsam ; with two drops you'll certainly be cured. ' 
Sancho eyed him askance and called out still louder : ' Can you 
have forgot, sir, that I am no knight, or do you wish me to 
vomit what bowels are left from last evening. To the devils with 
your liquor and leave me alone. ' 

The end of this speech and the commencement of the draught 
coincided, but finding that water it truly was he halted at the 
first swallow and called to Maritornes to fetch him some wine. 
This she did most graciously, paying for it herself; for 'tis said 
that though serving in that humble appointment she dimly and 
distantly resembled a Christian. "When Sancho had done with 
his draught, he dug his heels into his ass and since the inn-gate 
was open sallied forth, tickled to death at having gained his 
point of paying nothing, though at the expense of his usual 
bondsmen, his shoulders. It is true the landlord relieved him of 
his saddlebags but in our squire's hurried departure these were 
not missed. Now that he was gone, the keeper would bar the 


gate securely, but the tossers wouldn't hear of it, for they were 
of the kind that wouldn't have cared two coppers for Don Quijote 
had he been of the Knights of the Table Round. 


The conversation that passed between Sancho Panza and his 
master Don Quijote, together with a few adventures worth 


SANCHO reached his master so wan and weary he could scarce 
urge his ass. On beholding his condition the other said : 
' Now am I sure, Sancho, that yon castle or inn is enchanted, for 
they that made sport of you so outrageously, what can tbey have 
been but plantoms and inhabitants of another world ? I was 
confirmed in this- by observing that when I looked over the 
yard-wall at the acts of your woful tragedy, I could in no way 
climb thereon, and still less was I able to dismount from my 
steed. They certainly must have bewitched me, for I swear to 
you by the faith of what I am that could I have climbed up or 
down, I should have avenged you in a way to have made those 
rogues and robbers remember their joke ever after ; though in 
doing so I should have known I was transgressing the laws of 
mine order, which prohibit a knight's fighting with him that 
isn't one, as I have often told you, except it be in defence of 
his own life or person, and only then in cases of great and 
instant need. ' 

' Had I been able, I likewise would have avenged me, dubbed 
or undubbed, but it didn't lie in my power, ' the squire pro- 
tested ; ' yet of one thing I'm certain, and that is that they that 
sported with me weren't phantoms or enchanted beings as your 
worship says, but of flesh and bone likp ourselves ; and all had 
names, for I heard them call to one another during the tossing. 
One was named Pedro Martinez and another Tenorio Hernandez, 
and the innkeeper they called Juan Palomeque the left-handed. 
Therefore, senor, your inability to leap the wall and to climb 


down from Rocinante was caused by something other than 
enchantment. What I conclude from all this is that these 
adventures we are in search of will end in such misventures that 
we shan't know our right foot from our left. 'Twould be better 
and more to the point, according to my little understanding, to 
return home, now that it's harvest time, and mind our own 
affairs, and give over wandering from Zeca to Mecca, from 
smoke to smother, as the saying is, ' 

' How little, how little, Sancho, do you appreciate the ways of 
chivalry ! But peace, and have patience, for the day will come 
when your own eyes shall see how honourable a thing it is to 
exercise this my profession. If not, tell me what greater pleasure 
in the world can there be than winning a battle and triumphing 
over one's enemy ? none certainly. ' ' Maybe so ; I cannot say. 
All I know is that since we have been knights -errant, or rather 
since your worship has been, for I have no right to reckon 
myself of that honourable order, not a solitary battle have we 
won, unless you count that with the Biscayan — even there your 
worship came out poorer by half an ear and helmet. Since that 
affair it has been naught but raps and more raps, punches and 
more punches, I being one ahead with the blanketing, admin- 
istered by enchanted persons on whom I cannot avenge myself, 
deprived therefore of that pleasure of which your worship speaks, 
of triumphing over one's enemies. ' 

' That is a drawback which I too have to put up with ; but in 
future I shall try to have on hand a sword of such cunning that 
no kind of spell can bind its wielder. It even might be that 
fortune presented me with the weapon used by Amadis when 
called he of the Flaming Sword. 'Twas one of the best ever knight 
brandished in the world, since it also had the virtue of cutting 
like a razor, and no armour however strong or enchanted was 
proof against it. ' ' But my luck is such, ' said Sancho, ' that 
even should your worship find this blade, like the balsam 
'twould serve and protect dubbed knights only — the squires 
would still have to swallow their groans. ' ' Fear it not, for 
Heaven will treat you more kindly. ' 

The two were thus in chat when Don Quijote noticed a great 


cloud of dust rolling toward them, and turning to Sancho said : 
' This is. the day, O my squire, on which is to be seen the 
blessings fortune keeps in store for me. This is the day I repeat, 
on which as on any other is to be revealed the valour of mine 
arm, since on it am I destined to perform deeds that shall be 
writ in the book of fame and abide there for the rest of time. 
You see yon dust-cloud, Sancho ? 'Tis churned up by a vast 
army of countless peoples in battle-array. ' ' Then there must be 
two armies, ' observed the other, ' for opposite rises another 
dust-cloud just as thick. ' The knight, turning his eyes in that 
direction, saw that he spake true, and rejoiced immeasurably, 
believing that two hosts were about to battle on that wide level 
before them. At all hours and moments his head was full of 
the broils, enchantments, occasions, extravagances, amours and 
challenges recorded in the books of chivalry, and all his thoughts, 
words and deeds flowed in that channel. 

Now these dust-clouds actually arose from two large flocks of 
ewes and rams coming from opposite directions. By reason of 
the dust they couldn't be seen, and Don Quljote insisted with 
such ardour on their being war-hosts that Sancho came to believe 
it saying : ' But what are we to do, senor ? ' ' What but lend a 
hand and side with the weak and helpless. You should be aware, 
Sancho, that the force facing us is led by the great emperor 
Alifanfaron, governor of the large island Trapobana. The other, 
on our left, is the army of his foe, the king of the Garamantans, 
Pentapolin of the Sleeveless Arm, who enters every fray with 
his right arm bared. ' 

' But what are these gentlemen fighting about ? ' ' Their quarrel 
is that this Alifanfaron, a choleric old pagan, has fallen in love 
with Pentapolin's daughter, a most graceful and beautiful girl 
and a Christian, but the father is unwilling to bestow her on a 
pagan king unless he renounce the false prophet Mahomet and 
adopt his own.' ' By my beard, ' quoth Sancho, ' Pentapolin does 
quite right and I shall help him all I can. ' ' In doing so, you'll 
do your duty, for one needn't be a knight in order to participate 
in combats of this kind. ' ' Glad am I of that, ' returned the 
squire, ' but where shall we leave mine ass that I may find him 


when the thing is over ? to enter a battle on such a mount has 
not so far been the practice, I believe. ' ' True, and what you 
Ban do is to leave him to his chances, whether he come back or 
not, for we shall possess so many steeds when we issue victor- 
ious that even Rocinante risks being swapped. But listen now 
to what I say and use your eyes at the same time, since I would 
indicate the more important of the knights that accompany the 
l;wo hosts. And that you may the better see and note them, let 
as retire to yon hillock, whence both armies should plainly be 
in view. ' 

The pair accordingly mounted a rise of ground, whence easily 
;hey could have seen the two flocks of sheep, represented by 
;he knight to be armies, had not the dust they raised still 
blinded the eyes and obscured them. But since our hero saw in 
Taney things invisible to sight and without corporeal existence, 
'aising his voice he began ; ' Yon knight in yellow armour, 
s^hose shield-device is a crowned lion crouching at a maiden's 
'eet, is the valiant Lauralco, lord of the Silver Bridge. The other, 
mth golden flowers on his armour and three crowns argent on 
lis shield, is the greatly dreaded Miccolembo, grand-duke of 
Juirocia. The one on the right with the giant limbs is the ever- 
launtless Brandabarbaran de Boliche, lord of the three Arabias, 
vho comes armed in a serpent-skin and carries a gate for his 
icutcheon — a gate, 'tis said, of the temple destroyed by Samson 
vhen, at the cost of his life, he took vengeance on his foes. 

' Now turn your eyes in the other direction and at that army's 
lead you'll see the ever-victorious, never-vanquished Timonel 
le Garcajona, prince of New Biscay, whose armour is quartered 
izure, green, white and yellow and on whose shield is a golden 
sat on a tawny field and a motto reading, Miau — that being the 
irst half of the name of his lady who, according to report, is the 
)eerless Miaulina, daughter of the duke Afeiiiquen of Algarve. 
The other with arms white as snow and shield white and no 
levice, that presses the loins of his powerful steed, is a novice 
might of France, Pierre Papin, lord of the baronies of Utrique. 
iLnd the one beyond, that with iron heel digs the flank of a 
>articoloured zebra and carries azure cups as his coat of arms, 


is the mighty duke of Nerbia, Espartifilardo of the Wood. On 
his shield is depicted the asparagus plant with the motto in 
Castilian, My fortune trails. ' 

In like vein Don Quijote continued improvising names for the 
numberless knights of first this and then the other squadron, his 
imagination supplying arms, colours, devices and mottos. Swept 
on in his outrageous frenzy, without pause he explained : ' Folk 
of divers nations compose this squadron in our front. These are 
they that drink the sweet waters of the famous Xanthus ; moun- 
taineers that tread the Masilian fields ; they that sift fine gold in 
Araby the blest ; that rejoice in the far-famed green riversides of 
the clear Thermodon ; those that drain by many and devious 
ways the golden Pactolus ; Numidians, unstedfast of promise ; 
Persians, renowned in archery ; Parthians ; Medes that fight on 
the wing ; there too the nomadic Arabians ; Scythians cruel as 
they are fair of face ; Ethiopians with pierced lips ; and other 
countless peoples, whose faces I see and know, but whose 
names have slipped me. 

' In the other host march men that drink of the sparkling cur- 
rents of olive-bearing Betis ; that wash their shining faces in the 
ever-fruitful Tagus ; that delight in the bountiful waters of the 
divine Genii ; that roam the pasture-abounding Tartesian plains ; 
that take their pleasure in the Elysean meadows round Jerez ; 
Manchegans, rich in fields crowned with ruddy ears of maize ; 
they that are encased in iron, ancient remnants of the Gothic 
blood ; those that bathe in the Pisuerga, famed for its gentle 
current, that feed their flocks in the wide pastures of the tor- 
tuous Guadiana, celebrated for its hidden course. On this side 
too are they that shiver in the cold of the wooded Pyrenees and 
amid the white snow-flakes of the lofty Apenines ; in short, 
there you may survey as many nations as all Europe holds 
within its borders ! ' God help me ! now many provinces did he 
name, how many peoples did he designate, assigning their attri- 
butes with incredible ease, saturated as he was with his fabulous 

Sancho Pauza heard him in silence, turning his head this way 
and that, hoping for a glimpse of the knights and giants his 



master was describing. But seeing none he said : ' Senor, the 
devil take it ! not one of those men, giants or knights is any- 
where about ; at least I cannot see one. Maybe it's all enchantment 
like the spectres of the inn. ' ' How can you say such a thing ? 
don't you hear the steeds neighing, the trumpets sounding and 
the rolling of the drums ? ' ' I hear but the loud bleat of ewes 
and rams, ' replied Sancho, and indeed the two flocks could now 
be heard close at hand. ' In your fear, my son, you neither see 
nor hear aright. One of the effects of fear is to confuse the senses, 
blinding them to realities. If you be that frightened, go one side 
and leave me to myself, for I alone suffice to render victorious 
the side I favour. ' 

Saying this the knight clapped spurs to Rocinante and with 
couched pike dropped down the hillside like a thunderbolt. 
Sancho called after him : ' Come back, come back, Seiior Don 
Quijote, for I swear to God 'tis rams and ewes you charge. Gome 
back I say, cursed be the father that begat me ! see for yourself 
there's neither giant nor knight nor cats nor arms nor shields, 
quartered or whole, nor cups azure or bedevilled. Sinner 'fore 
God that I am, what is this ye do ! ' His master did not turn but 
kept straight on, shouting : ' So ho, knights ! ye that follow and 
fight beneath the banner of the bold Pentapolin of the Sleeveless 
Arm ! follow me and see how promptly I shall avenge him on his 
foe, Alifanfaron of Trapobana. ' With this he dashed against the 
ewes and commenced to lance them with as determined courage 
as if mortal enemies. The herdsmen cried to him to quit, but 
finding him unmoved, preparing their slings they began to play 
upon his ears with pebbles the size of one's fist. These too the 
knight heeded not, galloping in all directions and calling : 
' Where are you, haughty Alifanfaron ? stand forth ! for I am 
alone and wish to test your might and work your death, in 
return for the scath you do the bold Pentapolin the Garamantan. ' 

At this point a sugar-plum struck him in the ribs, burying'a 
couple in his body, and finding his thoughts in utter confusion, 
he believed himself dead or at least terribly wounded. Recollect-' 
ing his balsam he raised the cruet to his mouth and began to 
load his stomach. But scarce had he swallowed what he deemed 


sufficient, when another almond hit his hand with such force 
that it smashed the cruet to smithereens, sending three or four 
front teeth flying along with it. Two fingers were badly bruised 
besides ; and such impetus had the first blow and such the second 
that succumbing at last the poor man dropped from his horse. 
The shepherds, thinking him killed, speedily herded their flock, 
picked up more than seven dead and left in a hurry. 

The squire all this time stood upon the hillock watching the 
other's frenzies. He pulled his beard and cursed the hour and 
moment that fortune first brought them together. Seeing at last 
that the other lay stretched to earth and that the shepherds had 
fled, riding down he found his master badly off though still in 
his senses. ' Didn't I tell you to turn back, Senor Don Quijote ? 
and that those whom you attacked were not armies but flocks 
of sheep ? ' ' How that thief of a sorcerer, mine enemy, ' sighed 
the other, ' can transform things for purposes of concealment ! 
Know, Sancho, that they can change you and me as they list, 
and my especial persecutor, envious of the glory he forsaw I 
should enjoy, changed these opposing armies into flocks of sheep. 
If you don't believe it, that you may be disillusioned and find 
that what I say is true, I swear you must mount your ass and 
stealthily follow them. A short space hence you'll see them 
change back again and from sheep become bona fide men, even 
as I described them. But don't go yet awhile, friend — I have 
need of your service. Kneel down and see how many front teeth 
and molars I lack. It feels as if not one were left. ' 

Sancho bent so close as almost to put his eyes into the mouth 
of his master, whose stomach, where the balsam had been fer- 
menting, took this chance to discharge more instantly than a gun, 
all onto the beard of the compassionate squire. ' Santa Maria ! 
and what has happened to me ! this sinner is vomiting blood 
and must be wounded to death. ' But further observation of the 
colour, savour and smell told him 'twas no blood but that old 
balsam he had seen him drink; and his disgust thereat was 
strong enough to turn his stomach, making him vomit back 
onto his master, till both were a sight to behold. 

Sancho ran to the saddlebags for something wherewith to 


clean himself and bandage his master, and not finding them he 
almost lost his wits. He cursed himself all over again and in his 
heart resolved to quit the business and go home, even though he 
forfeited wages and all hopes of the government of the promised 
isle. Don Quijote had now risen, and putting his left hand to his 
mouth to keep in the remaining teeth and with the other taking 
the bridle of Rocinante (who not once had moved from his mas- 
ter's side, so loyal was he and well-bred) he went to his squire, 
leaning there against his ass with hand to cheek like a man in 
affliction. Seeing him with such a show of sorrow, the knight 
said : ' Learn, my son, that one man is no more than another 
save as he achieves more. All these squalls that struck us of late 
are but signs of fine weather and fair fortune. Neither evil nor 
good can last for ever, and evil having continued long, good 
must be near at hand. So take not my humiliations to heart 
since none of them falls to you. ' 

' How not to me ? belike him they tossed in the blanket was 
not my father's son ? And perchance the saddlebags with all my 
valuables that have taken wing belonged to another than myself? ' 
' What, the saddlebags are gone ? ' ' Thou sayest, ' answered the 
squire. ' We have naught to eat, then ? ' ' That would be true 
were there no herbs in these meadows known to your worship 
as those the knights-errant like yourself are wont to use in place 
of food. ' ' Be it so, ' replied the other, ' though just now I'ld 
sooner have a quarter-loaf or a whole and a couple of pilchards' 
[leads than all the herbs described by Dioscorides, even with the 
annotations of Doctor Laguna. But mount your ass, my good 
Sancho, and follow me, for God, the Provider of all things, will 
not fail us now, especially as we do toil in his service. Mosqui- 
toes of the air He fails not, nor worms of the earth, nor tadpoles 
of the water, and is so merciful that He maketh his sun to rise 
on the evil and the good, and sendeth rain on the just and the 
unjust. ' ' Your worship, ' said Sancho, ' would make a better 
preacher than knight-errant. ' ' Knightly adventurers knew and 
still must know all things. In days gone by there were those as 
ready to deliver a sermon or oration on a battle-field as though 
graduated from the University of Paris : whence can be seen that 


lance never blunted pen nor pen lance. ' ' So be it, just as your 
worship says, ' agreed the squire ; ' but let us out of here and 
find where we can pass the night.' 'God grant it in a spot 
without blankets or tossers or phantoms or bewitched Moors, 
else the devil take the whole concern. ' ' Ask it of God, my son, 
and guide us whither you will : this time I leave the lodging to 
you. But first feel with your fiuger and see how many front teeth 
and molars are missing from my right upper-jaw — 'tis there 
I feel the pain. ' 

The other obeyed and said while feeling : ' How many molars 
did your worship formerly have on this side ? ' ' Four beside the 
wisdon tooth — all in first-class condition. ' ' Hear what you say, 
senor. ' ' Four I repeat or even five — in all my life not one has 
fallen out or been drawn, nor have any been lost through rheum 
or decay. ' ' Well, ' reported the squire, • on this lower side your 
worship has just two molars and a half, but up-stairs not half 
an one. 'Tis as smooth as the palm of my hand. ' ' Woe's me ! ' 
groaned the knight at this sad news ; ' I'ld rather they lopped 
me an arm, provided 'twere not my sword-arm. You must know, 
friend, that a mouth without molars is a mill without stones — 
a tooth is more to be prized than a diamond. 

' But to all this are they subject that profess the rigid order of 
chivalry. Mount, Sancho, and lead the way — whatever pace you 
set, I follow. ' The other did so, leading whither he hoped they 
might find accommodation without forsaking the main road, 
there much frequented. The pain on Don Quijote's jaw gave him 
considerable trouble and kept them from making haste, and as 
they slowly plodded on, Sancho thought to divert his master 
with talk and so said to him among other things what will be 
set down in the next chapter. 



The savoury converse Sancho had with his master, 
the adventure of the corpse and other noteworthy incidents 

"Tt seems to me, sir, ' began the squire, ' that all these mishaps 
■ befallen us of late must have come as chastisement for your 
sin against the order of chivalry in breaking the vow not to eat 
bread off a cloth or lie with the queen or any of those other 
things until you got possession of the helmet of Malaudrino or 
whatever the Moor's name is. ' ' You are half-right, Sancho, and 
to tell the truth, it had slipped my mind. Doubtless your negli- 
gence in not having brought it to my attention in time occasioned 
the blanket-episode. For myself I shall make amends, since 
chivalry possesses ways to smooth out all things. ' ' And did I 
perchance also swear to something ? ' ' The fact that you didn't 
actually take oath doesn't matter ; enough that I consider you not 
wholly free from complicity in my fault, and 'twill be as well 
that we both look to our reparation. ' ' See then that your wor- 
ship doesn't forget this time also ; it might please the spectres to 
make further sport of me, or even of your worship, if they find 
you so heedless. ' 

While thus in converse and ere they reached or discovered a 
lodging-place, night overtook them. The worst of it was they 
perished of hunger, for the loss of the saddlebags meant the loss 
of their pantry and provender. To add to this untowardness 
occurred an adventure that without make-believe truly appeared 
one. The night grew darker but they plodded on, Sancho thinking 
all the while that on this the highway they were likely to find 
an inn after a league or two. But now, the night black, the squire 
famished and the master ready to eat, they suddenly saw ahead 
of them a multitude of waving lights, like stars in motion. Sancho 
lost breath and the knight was not without fear. The one drew 
his ass's halter, the other his nag's bridle and together they 
awaited the issue. 


The nearer the lights came the larger they appeared, where- 
1ipon Panza began to tremble like a man dosed with mercury, and 
Quijote's hairs rose like bristles, till gathering a little courage he 
said : ' This must needs be a great and hazardous adventure — 
one wherein I shall be forced to display all my might and 
valour. ' ' Woe' me ! ' cried Sancho ; ' if this one be concerned 
with spectres, as methinks looks likely, where will be found 
ribs to suflFer it ? ' ' However spectral they may be, ' asserted the 
other, ' I'll not allow them to touch a thread of your coat. If once 
they abused you, 'twas because I couldn't climb the wall. Now 
we're in the open, where my sword has free play. ' ' But if they 
bewitch and paralyze you a second time, what will the open 
country avail ? ' ' Nevertheless, ' returned the other, ' let your 
heart be brave and the event will show what mine is. ' ' Please 
God and so I shall. ' 

The pair, standing a little off the road, anxiously awaited to 
see what this advancing illumination might portend. Soon they 
distinguished some twenty men in long flowing shirts, and the 
sight of them completely razed to the ground the courage of 
Sancho Panza, whose teeth began to chatter like those of a man 
with the four days ague. And the chattering increased when they 
saw them mounted and carrying flaming torches, and that behind 
them came a litter covered with mourning, attended by six 
other mounted men clad in crepe down to the feet of their mules, 
whose slow gait showed them clearly not to be horses. All these 
mourners were chanting in low and sorrowful tones, and their 
extraordinary appearance, the unseasonableness of the hour and 
the isolation of the spot, were indeed enough to fill Sancho's 
heart with terror and his master's as well and, save in Don 
Quijote's case, they did, for Sancho at once gave himself up for 
lost, himself and all his good resolves. His master however 
experienced just the reverse, for at that moment it flashed 
before his imagination that here indeed was an adventure right 
out of his books : the litter was a bier whereon lay some dead 
or sorely wounded knight whose revenge was reserved for him 
alone. Without a word he couched pike, secured himself in the 
saddle and with intrepid air and countenance took his stand in 


the road along which the mourners were sure to pass. And when 
they were now near at hand, he raised his voice and cried : 

' Attend knights, whoever ye may be, and account for your- 
selves — whence ye come and whither bound, and name him 
ye carry on that bier. It looks as if either ye or he were guilty of 
knavery, and 'tis fitting and necessary that I know which, that I 
may chastise you for your crime or avenge you for the evil ye 
have suffered. ' ' We are in haste, ' answered one of them, ' the 
inn is far and we have no time to answer all those questions ; ' 
and pricking his mule he passed on. This of course greatly 
incensed our knight and seizing the man's bridle he cried : 
' Stay, I tell you, and be more courteous. Ye shall answer 
mine inquiries or fight me, one and all. ' The mule was shy and 
finding herself held up so abruptly, took fright, throwing her 
rider back over her haunches. Afoot-servant, seeing him thrown, 
began to revile the occasioner, who now in livid rage with pike 
on rest fiercely threw himself against one of the mourners and 
brought him to the ground sorely wounded. He then turned 
himself loose upon the others and the speed wherewith he 
attacked and routed them was wonderful to behold. It seemed 
for the moment as if wings had been lent Rocinante, so lightly 
and swiftly did he move. 

All the shirted fraternity, being cowards and without arms, 
found it easy quickly to leave the fray and in a second were 
running with their torches over the plain, like masqueraders on 
a night of festival and rejoicing. On the other hand they that were 
enveloped in skirts and gowns, moved less nimbly, and our 
knight without danger to himself was able to drub them and 
drive them all off, though much against their wills, for they 
supposed him not man but devil come to rob them of the corpse. 
Looking on in amazement at his lord's exploits, Sancho mur- 
mured : ' Truly this my master is as valorous and valiant as he 
says. ' The master now observed the man that had been thrown 
[for his torch lay burning at his side), and riding up pointed the 
pike at his face, calling on him to surrender, else he would 
pierce him through. To this the fallen one replied : ' I am surren- 
iered enough as it is, since my broken leg will not let me move. 


If you be a Christian knight, I beseech you to spare my life, else 
you will commit a great sacrilege, I being a licentiate of the first 
orders. ' ' What in the devil brings a churchman here ? ' ' What 
but mine ill-luck, sir ? ' ' Then a second time and more harshly 
I threaten you, if you don't answer mine every question. ' 

' Your worship will be promptly satisfied,' began the mourner, 
' for I shall tell you that though I said I had taken the licentiate 
degree, I am in fact but a bachelor, by name Alonso Lopez and 
a native of Alcobendas. I am on my way from Baeza with 
eleven other priests (they that fled with the torches) as escort to 
the body that lies on that litter — a gentleman that died and was 
buried in Baeza, whose bones we are carrying to their final 
resting-place in Segovia, his home. ' ' And who killed him ? ' 
' God, by means of pestilence. ' ' In that case the Lord has 
relieved me of avenging his death, which I should have done had 
another slain him. Since it was He, there's naught to do but 
shrug my shoulders and be silent, the same as though He had 
slain me. I am a knight of La Mancha, Don Quijote hight, I 
would have your worship know, and mine office and profession 
is to go through the world redressing injuries and making 
crooked things straight. ' ' I dont't know how that can be, ' said 
the bachelor, ' since from straight you have turned me crooked, 
leaving me with a broken leg that won't straighten all the days of 
my life ; and the injury you have redressed in my case is to 
leave me injured in such a way that I shall remain so for ever. 
Disaventure rather it has been to meet with one so daft on 
adventures. ' 

' Different things have different issues, ' replied Don Quijote ; 
' the mischief, senor bachelor Alonso Lopez, lay in your coming 
by night, with chanting, mourning surplices and torches burning 
like things evil and of the other world. I couldn't but fulfil mine 
obligation to attack you, for had you been very devils of hell, as 
indeed I from the first supposed you were, still should I have 
thrown myself upon you. ' ' Since thus my fate willed it, ' 
returned the other, ' prithee, sir errant, that have erred so toward 
me, help me from under this mule, where one of my legs is 
pinned 'twixt stirrup and saddle. ' ' How long did you think to 


wait before telling me ? I might have talked on till to-morrow. ' 
Sancho was now summoned but didn't sweat himself for he 
was busy plundering a sumpter-mule laden with provisions. 
First he turned his long cloak into a sack and putting therein all 
it would hold, he placed it on his ass and hastened, presently, to 
his master's call. Assisting the bachelor to extricate himself, he 
mounted him on his mule, handing him his torch. Don Quijote 
told the poor unfortunate to follow the retreat of his companions, 
of whom on his part he must ask pardon for the wrong which he 
couldn't have helped doing them. To this the bachelor replied : 
' But let your worship take notice that you are excommunicated 
for having laid violent hands on sacred things, according to the 
canon : Si quis suadente diabolo, etc. ' ' I know not this Latin,' 
returned his victor, ' but I know well that strictly speaking 
'twas not my hands but this pike. Secondly I was not aware that 
I was offending priests and things of the church, which I regard 
and revere like the Catholic and faithful Christian that I am. 
From the first I took you for phantoms and monsters of the 
other woi-ld. But even so, I cannot but recall what befell Gid Ruy 
Diaz what time he broke the royal ambassador's chair in the 
presence of His Holiness the Pope : he was excommunicated — 
yet the good Rodrigo de Bivar bore himself like a noble cour- 
ageous knight that day. ' And Sancho added : ' Would you and 
your friends know who is the dauntless one that made them 
what they are, inform them he's no less than Don Quijote de La 
Mancha, otherwise known as the Knight of Sorry Aspect. ' With 
this the bachelor rode away. 

Don Quijote asked his squire what had moved him at this 
particular time to call him the Knight of Sorry Aspect. ' I'll tell 
you, ' said Sancho ; ' as I stood looking at you a space by the 
light of your victim's torch, truly your worship had the sorriest 
aspect ever I beheld — owing no doubt to the exhaustion of this 
fight or maybe to the loss of so many teeth. ' ' To neither, but 
probably the sage, whose duty it shall prove to be the chronicler 
of my life, thought it well that I take a professional name, like 
all the knights of the past. One called himself the Knight of the 
Flaming Sword, another the Unicorn Knight, a third he of the 


Maidens. This one was known as the Knight of the Phoenix, the 
next he of the Griffin and still another tlie Knight of Death. 
By these names and their appropriate insignia their fame was 
blown throughout the world. Likewise this sage of mine must 
have put it on your tongue and in your thought to call me the 
Knight of Sorry Aspect, by which name 1 think to designate 
myself from this day forth. The better to square with it I purpose 
at the earliest opportunity to have depicted on my shield a 
perfect scarecrow of a figure. ' ' 'Twould be a waste of time and 
money, ' counselled the other, ' for without shield or figure 
they'll call you he of the Sorry Aspect just the same. Believe 
that I speak the truth, sir, for I promise your worship (and in 
jest be it spoken) that hunger and lack of molars offer such a 
speaking likeness that the other may be spared. ' The knight 
smiled at Sancho's pleasantry, yet resolved to have that emblem 
as soon as was permitted and thereafter to call himself by that 

Our champion was anxious lo see if the body on the litter 
were a skeleton as the bachelor had said, but Sancho protested : 
' Your worhip has just finished one the most to his safety of all 
the adventures I have seen. These gentlemen, though beaten and 
put to flight, may come to reflect how they were routed by a 
single hand, and in their shame may rally and give us a good 
deal to think about. The ass is as he should be, the mountains 
are near, hunger presses. There's naught to do but retire with a 
graceful measure of the feet and. The corpse to the crypt and the 
living to the loaf, as the saying is. ' Driving his ass before him he 
called to bis master to follow, and the other obeyed without a 
word, thinking his leader in the right. 

After journeying awhile 'twixt two low mountains the pair 
found themselves in a wide though sheltered valley and here 
they made their rest. Sancho at once lightened the ass's burden, 
and stretching on the green, with hunger as sauce, they break- 
fasted, dined, tead and supped in one meal, satisfying their 
stomachs with more than one of the panniers of cold meat that 
the priests, who seldom restrict their rations, had brought on 
their sumpter-mule. But now another misfortune overtook them. 


by Sancho considered the worst one of all, and this was they 
had no wine to warm their hearts, nor even water to moisten 
their lips. But seeing that meadow covered with young green 
grass, the squire, thirst compelling him, said what will be told 
in the following chapter. 


The never-seen and unheard-of adventure that Don Quijote 

brought to an end with less danger to himself than ever 

did famous knight in the world 

' ^ LL this grass, sir, ' began the squire, ' betokens a spring or 
t\ brook hereabouts that keeps it green. 'Twill be well 
therefore that we move a bit further till we come to where we 
may slake this awful thirst of ours ; 'tis certainly harder to bear 
than hunger. ' This counsel prevailed with Don Quijote, who 
leading Rocinante by the bridle and Sancho by the halter his 
ass, on which had been placed the remnants of their meal, felt 
their way slowly up the meadow, for the darkness prevented 
their distinguishing anything. They had not gone two hundred 
paces when they heard water falling as if from a great height. 
Their hearts greatly rejoiced but as they halted to get the direc- 
tion, a hideous clangour smote their ears, dampening their 
pleasure, especially that of Sancho, who was by nature timid. 

This sound consisted of a regular thud, thud, thud, mingled 
with the grating of iron and chains, which with the loud roar of 
the falling water would have inspired fear in the heart of any 
man, were he not Don Quijote. They had passed into the midst 
of a grove of tall trees, whose leaves now made a doleful sighing 
in the wind, and this soughing and the sounds, the darkness 
and the desolation, made their flesh creep, especially when they 
found that neither the thuds ceased nor the wind slept nor 
morning came. But Don Quijote, accompanied by his intrepid 
heart, leapt upon Rocinante, and embracing his buckler, inclined 
his lance and said : ' Sancho friend, you must know that by the 


the will of Heaven I was born in this our iron age lo restore the 
age of gold or golden age as it is called. I am he for whom are 
reserved dangers and great and valiant deeds. I am he, I repeat, 
that is to revive the Knights of the Round Table, the Twelve of 
France and the Nine of Fame ; that is to efface the memory of 
the Platirs, Tablantes, Olivantes and Tirantes, the Phoebuses 
and Belianises, together with the whole herd of famous knights- 
errant of former times, by achieving, in this mine own, feats of 
arms so mighty and marvellous as to eclipse the most brilliant 
of theirs. 

' Mark well, faithful and loyal squire, the gloom of this night, 
its extraordinary stillness, the muffled soughing of the trees, the 
frightful sound of that water we are seeking, which plunges, one 
might think, from the lofty mountains of the moon, and lastly 
that ceaseless thnd, thud, thud, that so wounds and afflicts our 
ears. These all together and each by itself are enought to inspire 
fear and cowardice in the breast of Mars himself — how much 
more in that of one unused to such hazards and adventures. But 
these dangers I depict are but incentives and incitements to my 
courage, for even now my heart bursts in my bosom with desire 
to close with this one, however difficult it may prove. So tighten 
Rocinante's girth a bit and God be with thee. Wait for me three 
days, no more ; if I am not here by that time, returning to our 
village do me the kindness and favour to go thence to el Toboso 
and say to that incomparable lady Dulcinea that her captive 
knight died in attempting things to make him worthy to be called 
hers. ' 

When Sancho heard these his master's words, he began to 
weep with the deepest, tenderest feelings in the world, but at 
length managed to say : ' Senor, I cannot see why your worship 
would engage in this dreadful adventure. It is night now, none 
sees us, we can easily turn aside and avoid this peril, even if we 
shouldn't drink in three days. As there is none to observe us, 
the less will there be any to call us cowards. Besides, I've often 
heard our priest, well known to your worship, say in his ser- 
mons that he that seeks danger, perishes therein. 'Twould be 
foolish to tempt God by engaging in this intemperate enterprise. 


from which you can survive only by a miracle, and Heaven has 
surely performed enough for you lately, in letting you off from 
being blanketed as I was and in bringing you forth victor, hale 
and whole, from amongst the many foes that followed the corpse. 

' Should this not move or soften your heart, let it relent in 
the thought and knowledge that scarce will you pass out of sight 
when I from pure terror shall deliver my soul to whoever will 
take it. I left my country, my children and my wife to come and 
serve your worship, hoping to be worth more, not less ; but as 
covetousness they say breaks the sack, so has it broken all my 
expectations. Just as they were highest about getting that wretch- 
ed benighted isle, so often promised of your worship, I find 
that by way of pay and in exchange for it you are ready to leave 
me in a place miles away from human traffic. By the only God, 
master, do me not this scath. If you still persist in engaging in 
this affair, at least put it off till daylight, which the science 
I learned when a shepherd tells me can't be more than three 
hours away, for the Horn's mouth is over the head and shows 
midnight in the line of the left paw. ' 

' When the night is so black that not a star shines, how can 
you see where this line runs or where the head and mouth are ? ' 
' Fear has many eyes, ' explained the other, ' and if it can see 
things under the earth, how much more things above in the sky. 
Moreover, common sense tells us it must lack little of day. ' 
' Lack what it may, my son, it shan't be said of me now or any 
other time that tears and entreaties swerved me from the duty 
of a knight. I beg you be still therefore, since God, having put 
in my heart to engage forthwith in this frightful and unparalleled 
exploit, will see to my safety and console your sadness. All you 
must do is tighten Rocinante's girth and abide where you are, 
whither I am sure to return, dead or alive. ' 

Seeing his master's resolution and how little his own tears, 
advice and entreaties availed, the squire decided to employ his 
cunning and, if possible, compel the other to wait till morn. And 
so, while tightening the horse's girth, skilfully and unobserved 
he wound the halter round the fore-feet, so that when his rider 
stirred him, the beast only moved by jumps. Seeing the success 


of his trick, Sancho said : ' Mark, senor, how Heaven, touched 
by my tears and prayers, ordains that Rocinante shall not budge. 
If you persist in spurring and striking, you'll oflfend fortune and 
kick against the pricks, as they say. ' The knight was indeed 
dismayed, for the more he spurred, the less the nag moved, till 
his rider, not suspecting a ruse, decided to be patient, waiting 
for morn or at least till the beast would travel. ' Since Rocinante 
can do naught but stand still, ' he remarked, ' I am content, 
Sancho, to wait till dawn smiles, though I weep that she so long 
delays. ' 

' There's no reason to weep, ' responded the other, ' for I'll 
divert your worship till daylight by telling stories, unless you 
prefer to dismount and, lying on the grass after the manner of 
knights-errant, snatch a wink of sleep. You will then feel restored 
when the time comes to enter on the mad feat that awaits you. ' 
' Whom do you urge to dismount and sleep ? am I perchance of 
those knights that take a siesta in the midst of perils ? Sleep 
you, that were born to sleep, or do what you please, for I shall 
do whatever most accords vdth mine aim. ' ' Be not vexed, sir, 
for I didn't mean to anger you. ' And coming close the squire 
laid one hand on the pommel of the saddle and the other on the 
cantle, thus embracing his master's left thigh. Nor did he thence- 
forth dare move a finger's breadth from him, so thoroughly 
shaken was he by the ceaseless thud, thud, thud. 

The knight now called on his henchmann to tell him a tale or 
two as he had promised, and the other said he would if only 
his fear at the noises would die down. ' But in any case, said 
he, ' I'll pluck up spirit enough to tell a certain tale which, if 
I can manage to relate it and it doesn't get away, is the best 
story in the world. And let your worship attend now, for here 
I begin. What was, was, and may the good that is to come be for 
us all, and the evil for him that seeks it. Your worship must 
know, my lord, that the beginning given by the ancients to their 
fables was not by chance, but was always a certain maxim of 
Gato the Roman Qenser, which says. Evil for him that seeks it ; 
which fits our present strait as a ring the finger, to show your 
worship you should quiet yourself, nor go in search of evil in 


any quarter, but quit this place by some other road, since no 
one forces us to follow this where so many fears assault us. ' 

• Continue your story, Sancho, and leave the road to me, ' 
commanded his master. ' I say then, ' again began the squire, 
' that in a village of Estramadura dwelt a goatherd, that is to 
say, he tended goats, the which shepherd or goatherd, as the 
story goes, was named Lope Ruiz, and this Lope Ruiz was in 
love with a shepherdess by the name of Torralva, the which 
shepherdess Torralva was the daughter of a rich grazier, and this 
rich grazier...' ' If that's the way you tell it,' interrupted the 
other, ' saying everything twice over, you'll not have done in 
two days. Give in without these interruptions, like a man of 
sense, or drop it entirely. ' ' I tell it in the manner all stories are 
told in my country, ' replied Sancho, ■ and I know no other 
way. Nor is it fair to expect me to introduce new customs. ' 
' Tell it as you please, ' returned his master, ' and proceed, for 
fate wills that I must hear you out. ' 

' So it came to pass, lord of my soul, that, as I have already 
said, this shepherd was in love with Torralva the shepherdess 
— a wild, buxom lass with something mannish about her ; in 
fact she had little moustaches. I seem to see her now. ' ' Then you 
knew her ? ' ' Nay, but he that told me this tale said it was so 
absolutely true that when I related it to another, without the 
slightest hestitation I could affirm and swear I had seen it all. 
Well then, as the days came and went, and the devil, who 
entangles all things, was not sleeping, this time he entangled 
them so badly that the love the shepherd bore the shepherdess 
turned to loathing and ill-will, and the reason, according to evil 
tongues, was that she played him little tricks that crossed the 
line and trespassed on forbidden ground. 

' So strong was the shepherd's distaste that, to get out of her 
sight, he resolved to leave the country and go where his eyes 
might not rest on her again. Finding herself disdained by Lope, 
Torralva straight began to love him more than ever. ' ' 'Tis 
woman's disposition to disdain those that love them and love 
those that despise them. Pass on, Sancho. ' ' It came about then 
that the shepherd carried out his resolve, and driving his goats 


before set out through the plains of Estramadura bound for Por- 
tugal. Learning of this, Torralva followed at a distance on foot 
and barefoot with staff in hand and scrip round neck, and in the 
scrip she carried, according to report, a piece of looking-glass 
and a broken comb and some little bottle or other of paint for 
her face. But let her carry what she did : I shan't set about to 
prove it. 

' All I shall affirm is that they tell how the shepherd and his 
flock arrived at the river Guadiana, which at that season of the 
year was swollen and peeped over its banks. Now at the spot 
where he stood was neither ferry nor boat nor anyone to carry 
him and his flock to t'other side. He was considerably distressed 
at this, since he saw Torralva coming nearer and nearer and 
knew she would pester him with tears and entreaties. So he 
kept up his search till he found a fisherman and boat, but the 
boat was too small to hold more than one person and one goat. 
Nevertheless Lope bargained with its owner to carry over the 
entire flock of three hundred. The fisherman stepped into the 
craft and rowed across with the first goat. Then he returned and 
took another ; again came back and again went to t'other side 
with a goat. Let your worship keep count of the number of cross- 
ings, for if you miss a single one, the story will come to an end 
and it will be impossible to relate another word of it. I proceed 
then and I say that the landing across the river was muddy and 
slippery, and the fisherman lost a good deal of time every trip. 
Yet he returned for another goat and another and another. ' ' Call 
them all over, ' suggested Don Quijote ; ' don't keep going and 
coming in this fashion or you won't have finished in a year. ' 
' How many are over there now ? ' asked Sancho. ' How the devil 
do I know ? ' exclaimed the knight. 

' There it is, just as I told you, ' complained the squire ; 
' I asked you to keep an exact account, and now by God I've 
ended the story and there's no more to be told. ' ' How can that 
be ? is it so essential to know just how many goats have crossed, 
that if one be skipped, you cannot proceed ? ' ' Yes, senor, 
quite impossible, for when I questioned your worship as to how 
many goats were on the further side and you answered you 



didn't know, instantly quitted my memory whatever remained 
to be told ; and on my faith 'twas most excellent and pleasing. ' 
' Then the story is really ended ? ' ' As ended as my mother, ' 
replied the squire. '.Of a truth then, you have told the rarest 
tale, story or history ever man conceived in the world, and such 
a manner of relating and concluding it won't be seen again nor 
ever has been seen till now, though I should have expected no 
less from your sure understanding, somewhat excited doubtless 
by this unremitting clangour. ' ' Maybe so, ' rejoined Sancho ; 
' I can only say there's nothing more to tell, for the tale always 
ends just where the mistake in the toll begins. ' ' Let it end 
where it will and welcome. And now let us see if Rocinante can 
move. ' Don Quijote clapped spurs but the beast only gave a 
jump and stood still, so firmly was he tied. 

Whether 'twas the cold of the morning now approaching, or 
biecause he had supped on laxatives, or else, and this seems the 
likelier, 'twas simply nature, the desire and inclination came to 
Sancho just then to do what no other could do for him, but so 
large was the fear that had entered his heart, he dared not budge 
from his master's side by so much as the black of his nail. Yet to 
think of leaving undone what he so much longed to do, was 
equally out of the question. So what to keep the peace he actually 
did was to drop his right hand from the back of the saddle and 
deftly and cautiously loosen the single running cord that held up 
his breeches, which at once fell to the ground, binding his feet like 
Rocinante's. He next raised his shirt as best be could, exposing 
his buttocks, no smallish ones, to the night air. And now he 
trusted that the worst of escaping from his agonising cramps 
was over. But at once a greater difficulty arose : it seemed to 
him he couldn't get relief without a loud report, and in fear 
thereof he gritted his teeth, contracted his shoulders and held 
his breath all he possibly could. In spite of these precautions 
however, his ill-luck was such that there escaped a little low 
noise, quite different from the thunderous one that was causing 
their great terror. 

Nevertheless Don Quijote heard the sound, and said : ' "What 
rumbling is that, Sancho ? ' ' I cannot tell, sire ; something new 


I guess, for adventures and disaventures never come singly. ' 
Again the sufferer tried his luck and this time fared so well that 
without further sound he was delivered of his woful burden. 
But as his master's sense of smell was no weaker than his sense 
of hearing, and as Sancho was tightly sewed to him and the 
vapours mounted well-nigh straight up, some must necessarily 
have reached his nostrils. Scarce did they arrive when the knight 
came to the rescue by pressing with his two fingers, and then, in 
rather nasal tones, addressed his squire ; ' Methinks you are 
hugely frightened, boy. ' ' I am indeed, but why does your 
worship notice it now more than formerly ? ' ' Because you 
smell worse, and not of amber. ' ' Maybe I do, but the fault is 
not mine but your worship's, in dragging me about after hours 
and at this unnatural pace. ' ' Remove yourself a few steps, ' my 
friend, quoth the knight, still holding his nose, ' and hereafter 
bethink you more of your own person and what is due mine. 
Your constant companionship with me has engendered this 
over-familiarity. ' ' I'll wager your worship thinks I have done 
something with my person I should not have. ' '[Talking will 
only make it worse, ' replied the other. I 

In these and similar colloquies master and man spent that 
night, and when Sancho saw morning approach, with great 
circumspection he untied Rocinante's feet and retied his own 
breeches-cord. As soon as the horse found himself free, though 
nothing spirited himself, he apparently received new life from 
some outside source, and commenced to paw for, begging his 
pardon, to caper he knew not how. When his rider perceived 
him stir, he took it for good omen, thinking he should at once 
undertake the dread enterprise. As it was day now and objects 
showed distinctly, he observed that 'twas among tall umbrageous 
chestnuts they had been enshadowed. He marked as well that 
the thumping did not cease and as its cause was till not appar- 
ent, without further detention he made Rocinante feel the spurs. 
Before going however, he turned and commanded Sancho to 
abide there three days at the outside as previously bidden, 
adding that if at the expiration of that time he hadn't returned, 
he would know God had been pleased that he should end his 


days in that perilous exploit. He again charged his squire with 
the embassy and message to Dulcinea ; as to pay for services he 
need not fear, for in a testament drawn before their last setting- 
out he would find himself amply rewarded for the period of his 
office-tenure. But if, on the other hand, God delivered him from 
this forlorn hope safe and scot-free, the other might think of the 
promised isle as more than a certainty. 

Sancho wept anew at these moving words of his good master 
and resolved in his heart not to leave till the end and conclusion 
of the whole affair. From this regret and honourable resolution 
of Panza the author of this history infers that he came of good 
family, must at least have been full-blooded Christian. His ten- 
derness softened his master somewhat but not so much that he 
showed hesitancy toward what lay before him. Dissimulating his 
feelings as he could, he rode in the direction of the sounds. 
Sancho followed on foot, as usual towing the ass, his constant 
fellow in both good and evil times. When the procession had 
proceeded some distance through the chestnuts and other umbra- 
geous trees, they came to a ravine at the foot of a high cliff, over 
which plunged a mighty rush of water, and near where it fell 
stood a few rude buildings. 'Twas from these ramshackle affairs 
the incessant grinding and thumping proceeded. Rocinante taking 
fright balked, but his master quieted him and little by little rode 
nearer and nearer, commending his whole neart to his lady, 
imploring her favour toward this dread act and enterprise, and 
by the way also commending himself to God not to forget him. 
Sancho did not quit his side but with outstretched neck kept 
peering 'twixt Rocinante's legs, to discover if possible what it 
was that held them in such uncertainty and fear. 

They thus had advanced perhaps a hundred paces further 
when, on doubling a corner, they saw unmistakeably the certain 
cause of the hideous and to them frightful sound that had kept 
them in terror and anxiety the whole night through. O reader, 
if you'll not be aggrieved and annoyed, 'twas naught but six 
fuUing-hammers, pounding away, one after the other. Our knight, 
on realising this, was overwhelmed, and when Sancho looked 
up, his head was lowered on his breast in mortification. In turn 


he looked at Sancho and saw cheeks puffed out and a mouth full 
of laughter, almost on the point of bursting. His own feelings 
had no such sway over him that at the sight of his squire he 
could refrain from laughter himself, and when the other heard 
him begin, he broke forth into such a fit of roaring that lie had 
to hold his sides lest they split. Four times he stilled himself and 
as many burst forth again with the same violence as before. At 
this the knight wished himself to the devil, especially when he 
heard his servant mock him saying : ' You must know, O Sancho 
friend, that I was born by the will of Heaven to revive in this 
our iron age the golden or age of gold. I am he for whom are 
kept dangers, deeds and mighty feats of arms...' repeating all or 
nearly all the speech his master had delivered when first they 
heard those fearsome blows. 

Finding himself made a fool of, our knight felt so choleric and 
chagrinned that, raising his pike, he dropped two such whacks 
that had Sancho caught them on his head instead of on his 
shoulders, his master would have been released from any wage- 
settlement, unless with his heirs. When Sancho found how 
heavily he was paying for his fun, fearing lest his master wouldn't 
stop there, in real humility he thus pleaded : ' Calm yourself, 
senor ; I was only jesting. ' ' And because you were, I am not. 
Tell me, merry lad, had this been an adventure of wild peril, 
instead of fuUing-hammers, think you I should not have shown 
courage enough to attack and achieve it ? Being the gentleman 
I am, am I perchance supposed to recognise and distinguish 
noises, and be able to tell whether fulling-mills or not ? Much 
less should I, that never have seen them in my life, which is the 
truth, than you, churlish peasant, that were born and brought 
up among them. Or come, cause these six hammers to be 
changed into as many giants and let them attack me, one by 
one or all together, and if I don't send them head -over -heels, 
mock me as you choose. ' 

' Let it be quits, master, ' urged the squire ; ' I confess I went 
a little too far. But tell me, now we're friends, and from all 
adventures may God deliver you as hale and whole as He has 
from this, was there naught to laught at ? Wouldn't it make a 


good story, when you think of the great fear we were or at least 
I was in ? as to your worship methinks you neither feel nor 
know fear or fright. ' ' I won't deny that what occurred was fit 
subject for laughter, but 'twas certainly not good matter for a 
story, though all persons are not shrewd enough to know just 
where to place things. ' ' At any rate your worship knew where 
to place that pike, aiming at my head but, thanks to God and the 
agility wherewith I dodged, striking my shoulders. But all will 
come out in the washing, so let that pass. As I have heard say. 
He loves thee well that makes thee weep ; the more, since a 
master, after harsh word to a servant, is wont straightway to 
hand him a pair of breeches. What they hand after blows is 
beyond me, unless knights -errant give them isles, or kingdoms 
on the mainland. ' 

' The dice can easily fail in such a way, ' said Don Quijote, 
' that all you say will come true. Forgive me the past for you 
are wise enough to know that a man's first action is beyond his 
control, and for the future, that you may check and restrain 
yourself from overmuch speaking reflect on this one thing : that 
in all the books of chivalry I have read, and they are legion, 
I never met with a squire that gossiped as much with his master 
as you gossip with yours. And truly I hold this large fault both 
in you and in me : in you that you hold me so cheap ; in me that 
I inspire so little reverence. Think on Gandalin, squire to Amadis 
and count of Insula Firme. One reads that he spoke to his master 
cap in hand, inclining his head and bending his body Turkish 
fashion. What, too, shall we say of Gasabal, squire to Don 
Galaor, who was so little given to speech and so self-effacive 
that the whole history, as tedious as true, mentions him but 
once ? 

' You must see from what I say, my son, there's need to 
distinguish 'twixt master and man, lord and servant, knight and 
squire. Henceforth we must act with greater respect and not 
give ourselves rope ; for however I may vent my wrath, 'tis 
bound to go hard with the pitcher. The rewards and benefits 
I have promised will come in due course, and should they fail, 
you are sure to receive wages in the manner already outlined. ' 


' All you say is well and good, ' responded the other, ' but in 
case the season for the rewards didn't arrive and it became 
necessary to apply to the wages, how much did a squire to 
knight-errant earn in the old days ? and was his salary reckoned 
by the month, or by the day as with hod-carriers. ' 

' My impression is that squires never really were on a salary 
but looked rather to favours for a living. If I remembered you in 
the sealed testament at home, 'twas with a sense of the precar- 
iousness of this mode of life, for as yet I'm not sure chivalry 
will succeed in these calamitous times. You yourself should know 
ere this that there's no more hazardous existence in the world 
than that of adventurers, and I wouldn't have my soul for petty 
omissions suffer in the next. ' ' What you say of adventurers 
must be true, ' remarked the other, ' since merely the sound of 
fuUing-hammers can startle and confuse the heart of no less 
valiant an errant than your worship. But henceforth rest assured 
I shall never open my lips to make light of your affairs but ever 
to honour you as my master and natural lord. ' ' By so doing 
you shall live long upon the face of the earth, for masters are to 
be respected only second to parents and like unto them. ' 


The noble venture and rich reward of Mambriuo's helmet, 
along vidth other things that befell our invincible knight 

AT this juncture it began to rain slightly and Sancho moved 
that they pass under cover of the fulling-mills, but these 
were invested with such abhorrence by Don Quijote that this 
plan was the last to which he would consent. Instead they took 
a road leading to the right out onto to another like the one they 
had travelled the day before. In the near distance Don Quijote 
descried a man, mounted and wearing on his head something 
that shone like gold. Scarce had our knight sighted him when he 
turned to Saneho and said ; ' Methinks there's no refrain that 
hasn't some element of truth, since all are maxims hewn from 


experience, the mother of all knowledge. And especially true is 
the one that says, When one door closes, another opens. My 
drift is that if last evening fortune slammed in our faces the 
door of the adventure we were on the track of by putting us 
off with fulling-mills, she now opens wide another portal to a 
better and surer one, which if I fail to pass through, mine the 
blame, since I cannot lay it to mine ignorance of hammers or the 
darkness of the night. All this I say because, if I mistake not, 
yonder approaches one that wears the helmet of Mambrino 
concerning which, you remember, I took a certain oath. ' 

' Look well to what you say and better to what you do ,' 
counselled Sancho, ' for I wouldn't have other mills finish the 
fulling of us and knock us out of our wits. ' ' The devil take you, 
man ! what have fulling-mills to do with helmets ? ' ' Nothing, 
so far as I know, ' replied Sancho ; ' but by my faith if I could 
talk as I used to, I might say such words that your worship 
would see you are mistaken. ' ' How can I be, malignant traitor ? 
tell me, see you not yon cavalier approaching on a dapple-grey 
steed and on his head a golden helmet ? ' ' "What I see and 
discern is naught but an ordinary man riding a grey ass like 
mine own with something on his head that glistens. ' ' Well, that 
is Mambrino's helmet ; retire and leave him to me and you'll find 
how without saying a word, to save time, I shall conclude this 
adventure, and the long-coveted helmet will be mine. ' ' I'll 
attend to the retiring, ' rejoined the squire, ' but please God, 
[ say again, that the adventure prove sweet marjoram and no 
mills. ' ' I've already asked you, brother, not to mention even by 
a thought those fulling-mills, or I swear, and I say no more, to 
Full the very soul out of you. ' Sancho held his peace, lest his 
master make good an oath which he had hurled at him so roundly. 

Now these are the facts regarding the helmet, the horse and the 
cavalier seen of our Don Quijote. In that district were two 
villages, one of which was so small that it had neither apothecary 
nor barber, and since its neighbour had, the barber of the 
larger served the lesser ; in which at this time was a man that 
[lad need to be bled and another that had need to be shaved, 
and the barber-surgeon was on his way thither. He carried his 


brass basin with him and, since it rained and he would not spoil 
his hat (which must have been new), in its stead he wore the 
basin, which being burnished shone for half a league. He rode a 
grey ass, as Sancho said ; and thus it was that Don Quijote 
pictured a knight, a dapple-grey steed and a helmet of gold, 
accommodating everything, as he did, to the ill- starred wan- 
derings of his unbridled thoughts. 

So it befell that when the poor knight was at hand, our 
champion without stopping to parley put Rocinante to a gallop, 
lowering his pike wiih the evident purpose of driving it straight 
throu^ him. In mid-career and without slackening the speed of 
his onset he cried : ' Defend yourself, base creature, or at once 
deliver of your free will that which is so justly my due. ' The 
barber, beholding this sudden apparition descending upon him 
before he had the least thought or suspicion thereof, saw no way 
of avoiding the pike save by fallling from his ass. Scarce had he 
reached the ground when he leapt to his feet more nimbly than 
a buck, and more fleetly than the wind vanished over the plain. 

In his harried departure Mambrino left his helmet on the 
ground, whereat Don Quijote was wholly satisfied, declaring 
that the pagan had with sound judgment imitated the beaver 
who, on finding himself hard pressed by hunters, bites off that 
for which his natural instinct tells him he is pursued. He ordered 
Sancho to pick up th^ casque, in handing which the squire said : 
' By God, 'tis a good basin all right enough : worth eight reals if 
a farthing. ' The knight, placing it on his head, turned it around 
to find the visor, but as his search was unrewarded, he observed : 
' The first paynim to whose measure this famous helmet was 
forged, must have boasted an uncommonly large head, but 
worse than that it lacks a face-guard. ' 

When Sancho heard him speak of the basin as a helmet, he 
couldn't restrain his laughter, but bethinking him of his master's 
wrath he stopped in the midst of it. ' Why do you laugh, 
Sancho ? ' ' I was thinking what a whopping head he must 
have had, the pagan owner of that helmet, which looks for all 
the world like a barber's basin. ' ' Do you know what I fear ? it 
has struck me that this famous piece of enchanted helmet by an 


extraordinary accident fell into the hands of some unappreciative 
person who, seeing it of purest gold, ignorantly melted one half 
that he might realise on it, and with what was left made what 
looks, as you say, like a barber's basin. For all that, its meta- 
morphosis can make no difference to me that know its true 
value, and in the first village that boasts a smithy I'll so rehabil- 
itate it that the helmet made by the god of smithies for the god 
of battles won't surpass, nay, touch it. Till then I shall wear it 
as best I can; a half- loaf is better than none and even such an 
helmet will protect me from a random stone. ' 

' Unless, ' excepted Sancho, ' 'twere thrown from a sling with 
the force of those thrown in the battle of the two armies, what 
time they signed the cross on your worship's molars and smashed 
the cruet containing that blessed balsam that made me vomit 
my insides. ' ' The loss of the balsam doesn't much worry me, ' 
returned the other, ' since as you are aware I have the recipe in 
my memory. ' ' So have I, but if ever I try to make or taste it 
during the rest of my life, may this be my last hour. More by 
token I very much doubt whether I shall be placed in a situation 
to need it, for with all my five senses I intend to keep from 
wounds or wounding another. As to being tossed in a blanket 
I've naught to say, for such accidents are not easily prevented, 
and if they come, all you must do is tuck in your shoulders, 
hold your breath, close your eyes and let yourself go whither 
fate and the coverlet send you. ' ' 'Tis a poor sort of Christian 
my Sancho makes, never forgetting an injury. Learn that 'tis the 
part of noble and generous souls to overlook trifles. What foot 
was lamed as a result of that incident ? what rib was broken or 
head pounded that you forgive not this jest ? Jest it was, seen in 
the proper light, pleasant fun, and had I not so regarded it, 
I should have returned and wrought greater havoc in your ven- 
geance than did the Greeks for the rape of Helen ; of whom, were 
she living now or my Dulcinea then, less would be heard ; ' and 
here he drew a sigh and breathed it toward heaven. 

' Let the tossing be set down as fun, ' retorted the other, ' since 
the vengeance cannot be as fact, but I know the kind of fun and 
fact it was. I know too it can't be erased from my memory any 


more than from my shoulders. But bidding this farewell, tell 
me, your worship, what are we to do with this dapple-grey 
steed that looks so uncommonly like a common grey ass, left 
here to shift for itself by that Martino you unsaddled ? From the 
way he made the dust fly and took the hose of Villadiego, 
methinks he'll never come back, and by my beard the grey is a 
good one. ' ' 'Tis not my practice to despoil my victims, nor is 
it knightly to deprive them of horse and mounts, save where the 
victor, having lost his own, appropriates that of the vanquished 
as lawful prize of war. This being the rule, Sancho, 'twere better 
not to take this horse or ass or whatever you choose to call him, 
for, as soon as his owner sees us gone, he'll return for him. ' 
' God knows I should like to steal the brute, ' complained the 
servant, ' or at least exchange him for mine, which seems to me 
the poorer of the two. Truly how strict are the laws of chivalry 
that don't allow the swapping of one ass for another ! Might I at 
least swap trappings I wonder. ' 

' As to that I cannot advise with certainly, but in case of doubt 
and until better informed, I should say you might make the 
division were the need extreme. ' ' So extreme, that were they 
trappings for my person, it couldn't be greater. ' And sanctioned 
by this permission Sancho at once changed hoods, as the saying 
is, decking his beast out in a thousand ways till he made another 
ass of him. This done, they breakfasted on the remnants of the 
sumpter-mule's larder and drank of the brook of the fuUing- 
hammers, not looking that way in their loathing of them for the 
terror they had inspired. And now, all melancholy and angry 
passions gone, they mounted and rode forth, taking, as mark of 
chivalry, no particular way. They followed whither led by 
Rocinante's will, which controlled the wills of Don Quijote and 
the ass, always trotting after in friendship and good company. 
They soon were back on the highway and pursued it without 
aim or object, but as they rode the squire said to his master : 

' Senor, is your worship willing that I talk a little ? Since 
yon laid that harsh ban of silence upon me, more than four 
things have rotted in my stomach, and I don't wish the same fate 
to overtake one that I now have on the tip of my tongue, ' • Out 


with it then, but be quick, for speech to be spicy must be brief. ' 
' Well, what I want to say is that for some days past I've been 
considering how little is gained by wandering in search of 
adventures out on these deserts and cross-roads where, though 
the most perilous occasions are met and surmounted, there's 
nobody around to see or learn of them. Thus are they sure to 
sink into everlasting silence, to the hurt of your ambition and 
the worship they deserve. It strikes me, saving your better judg- 
ment, 'twould be more profitable to hire out to some emperor or 
other or a prince with a war on his hands, in whose service you 
could show the puissance of your person, your great prowess 
and greater understanding. When these are seen by our lord, of 
necessity he'll enrich us, each according to his merits ; nor will 
there be lacking one to set down in writing your worship's 
deeds as a memorial for ever. Of mine I say nothing, since they 
never pass scjuirely bounds ; though let me state right here, that 
were it chivalry custom to describe the deeds of the shield- 
bearers, mine I believe would not be passed in silence. ' 

' You say not ill, Sancho ; but before things come to this head, 
'twill be necessary by way of probation to wander the world 
over on adventurous quest, for then the knight by his occasional 
victories may win such name and fame that when he repairs to 
the court of some great monarch, his works will have gone 
before, and scarce will the children see him enter the city's gate 
when all will surround him shouting : ' All hail to the Knight of 
Phoebus or the Serpent ! ' (or any other device beneath which he 
has achieved his great feats of arms) ; ' this is he, ' they will cry, 
' that single-handed vanquished the huge giant Brocabruno of 
migty power ; that delivered the great mameluke of Persia out 
of his heavy enchantment lasting nearly nine hundred years. ' 
And so from youth to youth will be blown the praise of his 
deeds, and the king, hearing the outcry, will step to the window 
of the royal palace, and seeing and recognising the cavalier by his 
armour and the device on his shield, he is sure to cry : ' What 
ho ! ye knights of the court ! sally forth to receive the flower of 
chivalry, yonder approaching. ' Thereupon all will issue forth, 
and the king, receiving the heroic adventurer half-way down the 


Staircase, will closely embrace him and wish him peace, kissing 
him on the forehead. 

' His Highness will then lead him to the apartment of the queen, 
whom he will find with her daughter the infanta, who must 
needs be one of the most beautiful and discreet maidens that with 
difficulty can be found in the larger part of the known world. 
And now 'twill come about that, instantly their eyes meet, each 
will appear to the other a thing more divine than human, and 
without knowing how both will be entangled in the inextricable 
net of love. Dire distress will reign in their hearts, at a loss as 
to how to communicate and make known their pains and desires. 
Thence they doubtless will lead him to soihe richly adorned 
chamber where, having stripped him of his mail, they'll fetch 
a rich scarlet mantle and, looked he well in armour, how much 
finer in his doublet must he now appear ! 

' When evening draws nigh, he sups with the king, queen and 
princess, from whom he never takes his eyes, stealing glances 
at her ; and she does likewise for, as I have said, she's most 
discreet. The tables being removed, there enters unannounced an 
ugly little dwarf, and behind him, between two giants, a beau- 
tiful duenna. This turns out to be an adventure arranged by a 
most ancient sage, wherein whoever succeeds will be accounted 
the foremost knight in the world; The king will command the 
company to make trial of the same, but none is successful save, 
to the great increase of his renown, this unknown stranger ; 
whereupon the infanta will be overjoyed, considering herself 
more than rewarded in having raised her thought so high. But the 
best of it is that this king or prince or whoever he may be is 
engaged in war to the death with another as powerful as him- 
self, and the stranger-knight, after he has been at court a few 
days, asks leave to serve him in that strife. The king gives his 
sanction, in acknowledgment whereof the knight will kiss his 

' That same evening he bids farewell to his love the infanta 
through the barred gate of the garden that lies off her bed- 
chamber (and here ere this he has often spoken with her), with 
a much-trusted maid-in-waiting as go-between. At this leave- 


taking he sighs, she swoons, the maid fetches water, frightened 
almost to death since morn approaches and for the sake of her 
mistress's good name she would not be discovered. Bat the 
infanta now comes to and through the grating stretches forth her 
lily-white hands, which the knight kisses a thousand and a thou- 
sand times, bathing them in tears. The pair will then plan how 
they are to inform each other of their good and evil fortunes, 
and the princess will plead with him not to be absent longer 
than there is absolute need, which the lover will promise with 
many vows. He kisses her hands again and takes leave with such 
deep eniotion that he is like to expire. 

' Repairing to his chamber he throws himself on his bed, but 
cannot sleep from sorrow at parting. At an early hour he goes 
to take leave but is told, when he has bidden king and queen 
farewell, that the princess is indisposed and cannot receive him. 
The knight imagines that she has been made ill by his going : 
his heart is pierced and he all but betrays his anguish. The con- 
fidante, being present, notes all and hurries to tell her mistress, 
who weeps but recovers sufficiently to confess that as much as 
anything her anxiety is caused by ignorance of her lover's ident- 
ity, whether he be of royal house or no. The confidante assures 
her that such courtesy, valour and gentle bearing could obtain 
only in a noble and princely personage. The child is eased of her 
burden and endeavours to rally that she may not arouse her 
parents ' suspicions, and at the end of the second day she again 
appears in public. 

' The knight in the meanwhile is off to the wars. He fights and 
conquers the king's enemy, sacks many cities, is victor in 
countless battles ; returns to court, sees his lady-love by the 
same means as before, and together they agree he shall ask her 
in marriage as reward for his services. Alas, the king refuses 
because he is a stranger. By stealth, however, or otherwise the 
infanta comes to be his bride and in the end the father considers 
it a lucky strike, since he hears that the knight is the son of a 
valiant king of I know not what realm, for it hardly can be on 
the map. The father dies betimes, the infanta inherits the throne, 
in two words the knight is crowned king. And now comes the 


rewarding his squire and all others that have helped him rise to 
liis present eminence. He marries off the former to one of the 
maids-in-waiting, the same, doubtless, that served as go-between 
in their intrigue, the daughter of a noble duke. ' 

' That would suit me, ' broke in Sancho ; ' fair play say I and 
no favour. I'll bank on that, for it's to your worship, that styles 
himself the Knight of Sorry Aspect, that all this is going to 
befall. ' ' Have no doubt if it, my son, for precisely in that way 
and by those very steps errants have mounted and still mount to 
be kings and emperors. Our only need is to find the Christian 
or pagan king with a war and a lovely daughter on his hands. 
But there will be time to attend to that afterwards for, as I said, 
one must achieve fame in out-of-the-way parts first. This too is 
to be considered : supposing such a king to be found and granting 
that I have achieved incredible fame throughout the universe, 
I still don't see how it can be made to appear that I am of the 
line of or even second cousin to royalty, and the king will be 
loth to surrender his child till satisfied on this point, howewer 
much my deeds of fame deserve her. Indeed I fear that through 
this lack I may come to lose what mine arm has richly earned. 
True, I am a gentleman and of known family. I possess landed 
property and am of the rank that entitles me to five hundred 
pence in case of injury. And it is quite possible that the sage- 
author of my life may clear up mine ancestors and find that I am 
fifth or sixth in descent from a king. 

' For I would have you know, Sancho, that lineage is of two 
kinds. One class in this world derives itself from princes and 
monarchs but lessens and lessens with time and ends in a point 
like a pyramid. The other class is composed of those that from 
obscure beginnings step by step mount to be great lords. The 
result is that the former were what now they are not and the 
latter are now what they were not at first. I, perchance, am of 
those whose origin will prove upon investigation to have been 
great and renowned, and with this the king, my future father- 
in-law, must rest content. In any case the infanta will he so far 
gone in love that despite her father and though she knew me 
the son of a water-carrier, she'll be sure to take me for lord 



and husband. And if not, then comes the stealing and carrying 
her whither I please, since time or death will reconcile the 
parents. ' 

' At this point also, ' suggested the other, ' would come in the 
advice given by certain sharpers. Never seek as a favour what 
you can seize by force ; though even more pat woult be the saying. 
Better a leap o'er the hedge than the prayers of good men. I say 
this because, in case your father-in-law refuse to hand over my 
lady the princess, there's naught to do but steal and away with 
ler, as your worship plans. But the deuce of it is that till peace 
is made and you enjoy the quiet possession of your kingdom, 
;he poor squire will have to whistle for the go-between, unless 
jhe sally forth with the infanta. In that event, and until Heaven 
}rdains some other thing, they can weather the hard times 
;ogether, since his master at the very start will, I take it, offer her 
IS his legitimate spouse. ' ' There's none to prevent it, ' replied 
he master. 

' Well then, if that's th£ scheme, there's naught to do but 
;ommend ourselves to God and let fortune run what road it 
vill. ' ' God guide her as I wish and you require, ' said Don 
Juijote, ' and low let him lie that will not rise. ' ' Low let him 
n God's name, ' echoed Sancho ; ' as for myself, I'm an old 
^Ihristian, and to rise and be a count is all my shoulders will 
)ear. ' ' And more, ' added the other ; ' but even so it matters 
lot, for I, being king, can give you the rank I please, without 
ervice or purchase by you. Once a count, ever a gentleman, let 
hem say what they will, for by my faith they'll have to address 
ou as Your Lordship, whether they like it or not. ' ' What's 
aore, ' said Sancho, ' I shall know how to support the tittle. ' 
Title is the word, not tittle, ' suggested his master. ' That let it 
•e, ' accepted the squire ; ' I shall fill the bill all right, since 
mce on a time I served as beadle to a fraternity, and the gown 
at on me so well everybody said I had carriage enough for a 
teward. What will it be when I put a duke's robe on my should- 
rs or dress myself in gold and pearls like a foreign count ? 
'11 wager they'll come a hundred leagues for a look. ' ' You'll 
ertainly be a fine sight, but you'll have to shave often, for your 


beard grows so tangled and unkempt that unless it feel the razor 
every other day at least, your origin will discover itself a bow- 
shot off. ' 

' What does that signify, ' returned the squire, ' except that I 
must keep in my house a salaried barber, who, if needful, can 
follow me round like a nobleman's equerry. ' ' And how do you 
chance to know that noblemen have equerries to follow them 
round ? ' ' That I shall tell you. In years gone by once, upon a 
time I spent a month at the capital and there I noticed that when- 
ever a certain very little lord, said to be a very great one, took 
a turn in the streets, a fellow on horseback traipsed after him : 
wherever he went the other followed like a tail. I asked them 
why he always went behind rather than before and they an- 
swered he was an equerry and that was how equerries rode. And 
then I learned it so well that I never forgot it. ' 'I believe you're 
right, ' admitted Don Quijote, ' and that you can have your 
barber just as he did his equerry, for customs didn't originate 
all together nor were they established in a day. You can be the 
first count always to have a barber in his wake, since to shave 
one's beard is surely a graver trust than to saddle one's horse. ' 
' Leave the shaving to me, ' said the squire, ' and do you attend 
to the kingship and making me a count. ' ' Agreed, ' said his 
master who, raising his eyes, saw what will be described in the 
following chapter. 


The liberty given a number of luckless louts that against 
their wills were being taken vi^here they had no wish to go 

Cm Hamet Benengeli, the Arabic and Manchegan author, 
relates in the course of this weighty, high-flown, minute and 
cheerful fiction of his, that when the famous Don Quijote and 
his squire Sancho Panza ended the conversation reported at the 
close of the twenty-first chapter, the former lifted his eyes and 
saw on the road ahead near a dozen men afoot, strung together 


on a chain like beads on a rosary, each one handcuffed besides. 
Two men on horseback and two on foot formed their escort, the 
former with firelocks, the latter with javelins and swords. As 
soon as Sancho descried them he said : ' Here comes a chain of 
prisoners on their way to the galleys by force of the king's 
orders. ' ' By force, do you say ? is it possible the king employs 
force against any man ? ' ' I didn't say just that, but that this 
gang as penalty for their crimes are bound to serve the king in 
the galleys perforce. ' 'Be that as it may, these persons, however 
taken, are taken by force and not of their volition. ' ' Well, 
what of it ? ' ' 'Tis the entering wedge whereby the chance is 
given me to exercise mine oflBce, which is to redress wrongs and 
succour the oppressed. ' ' But consider, sir, that justice, which 
is the king's self, isn't wronging or injuring these rascals, but is 
merely giving them their due.' 

The chain-gang was now before them and in most courteous 
terms Don Quijote asked their custodians that they be pleased to 
tell him the cause or causes inducing them to lead these persons 
in that manner. One of the horse-guards replied they were 
galley-slaves, subjects of the king, on their way to the galleys 
— that was all he had to say and all his inquisitor had a right 
to know. ' None the less, ' asserted our champion, ' my intention 
is to hear the cause of each one's disgrace ; ' and to this he 
added other polite phrases that he might move them to tell 
what he desired. At length the second mounted guard spoke 
up : ' Though we have the register and warrant for each of these 
wretches, this is no time to produce and read them. Gome and 
question the men themselves — they'll tell you if in the mood, 
for fellows of this stripe love naught better than speaking and 
acting with double tongue. ' 

With this permission, which he'Id have allowed himself had it 
not been granted, Don Quijote rode up to the leader of the line 
and asked for what sins he was cutting so sorry a figure. The 
fellow answered, for being in love. ' And for that alone ? if they 
lead one to the galleys for being in love, I should have rowed in 
them years ago. ' ' My affection was not of that order but for a 
washwoman's basket of clean linen, which I embraced so tightly 


that, had not justice forced me to drop it, 'twould still be by me. 
But I was caught in the act, they needed not the rack, the case 
was done before begun, they stripped my clothes for a hundred 
blows, to the tubs they cried, for three years beside. ' ' And what 
are the tubs ? ' ' The galleys, ' returned the prisoner — a young 
chap of not more than four and twenty, who declared himself a 
native of Piedrahita. 

The knight moved on and interrogated the second, who, sad 
and melancholy, had naught to say for himself; so the first 
answered for him : ' He goes as a canary, sir ; in other words as 
a musician and singer. ' ' And do musicians and singers also 
have to go to the galleys ? ' ' Yes, sir, for there's naught worse 
than singing in the throes. ' ' On the contrary I've heard that he 
that sings scares away trouble. ' ' With us 'tis the reverse, for he 
that sings once, weeps all his life.' ' I don't follow you,' confessed 
Don Quijote. At this point one of the guards broke in, saying : 
' Sir knight, to sing in the throes is the phrase of this godless 
people for confessing in the rack. Under such persuasion this 
fellow acknowledged he had been a cattle-stealer and was sen- 
tenced for six years in the galleys, besides two hundred stripes 
which he now wears on his back. He goes ever troubled and 
despondent because other rogues, both these and those left 
behind, taunt and humiliate him, holding him of no account 
because he came out with it and didn't have the stuff to say nay, 
which has no more letters than yea, they tell him, adding that the 
culprit that holds his life and death on his tongue and not in 
proofs and witnesses has an easy chance. And I must think 
they're somewhere near right. ' ' I too, ' remarked Don Quijote. 

The third man of the crew was now applied to and at once in 
care-free manner he answered : ' I am to be five years with Iheir 
ladyships the tubs because I lacked ten ducats. ' ' I'll gladly give 
you twenty, ' offered the knight, ' if that will get you out of your 
trouble. ' To this the galley-slave replied : ' This case is like that 
of a man starving at sea, who has money enough but no place 
where he may buy food. My meaning is that had I had these 
twenty ducats at the right time, I could have greased the notary's 
pen and sharpened the lawyer's wits in such a way that now I 


should be sunning myself in tiie Plaza de Zocodover in Toledo, 
not travelling this road like a leashed hound. But great is God ! 
patience and that is enough. ' 

Don Quijote now passed on to the fourth, a man of venerable 
aspect with white beard that fell below his breast. He wept when 
he heard the question and answered not, but the fifth criminal, 
serving him for a tongue, said : ' This honoured sire will spend 
four years in the galleys, having already gone the rounds clothed 
in pomp and on horseback. ' ' By that, ' suggested Sancho Panza, 
' you mean he has been exposed to public shame. ' ' Just so, 
and they gave him this punishment by reason of his having been 
an ear-agent, a body-agent in fact : all of which simply means 
that this gentleman goes as a pimp and for having the points and 
marks of a sorcerer about hin. ' ' Had you omitted the points 
and marks, ' declared Don Quijote, ' the mere pimp of it wouldn't 
have warranted his being sent to row in the galleys ; rather he 
should have been sent as their admiral to command them, for 
the office of pimp is no common one but properly the business 
of discreet persons, is entirely necessary to a well-ordered 
community and shouldn't be engaged in save by those of birth. 

' Moreover they should have a supercargo and examiner as do 
other offices, and a registry of them should be kept as of stock- 
brokers. Many evils would thus be prevented that will continue 
so long as the business is in the hands of foolish and ignorant 
persons — low women with little or no wit, pages and jesters of 
slight standing and experience, who, when an important affair 
arises requiring the most delicate handling, permit the crumbs 
to freeze ere they reach the mouth and know not their right hand 
from the left. I should like to say more on this subject, showing 
why they that hold this office under the republic should do so 
by special apppointment. But this is no place to enlarge there- 
upon ; some day I hope to speak to One that can look to and 
remedy the trouble. Finally let me say that though it pains me 
to see these white hairs and venerable visage suffering oppression 
as a pimp, the fact that he was also a sorcerer reconciles me, for 
certain I am there are no occult powers in the world to move 
and influence the will, though simple folk think so. All that 


these silly women and cunning charlatans do is to prepare certain 
poisonous concoctions wherewith they turn men mad, and then 
say they've forced them to desire, which would be equivalent to 
exercising power over their wills. ' 

' No different, ' assented the old good-fellow, ' but as a matter 
of fact, though I can't deny I was employed as a pimp, a sorcerer 
I never was. And in my pimpery I didn't know I did harm. 
My sole aim was that everyone should enjoy himself and live in 
peace and tranquillity without strife or sorrow. Yet this good- 
will hasn't prevented my going whence I cannot hope return, 
such my years and a bladder-trouble that gives me to rest. ' So 
saying he wept anew and Sancho felt such compassion that pro- 
ducing a four-real piece from his bosom he gave it the old man 
out of charity. Passing to the next Don Quijote was answered 
With no less but rather more gaiety than before. ' I am here, ' 
said he, ' because I fooled overmuch with two cousins of mine 
and two not my cousins, as a result of which playing I had 
such a tribe of kinsfolk on my hands they were past counting. 
The evidence was all against me, I lacked money and favour, 
I nearly lost my windpipe, they sentenced me for six years, 
I agreed, 'tis the punishment of my fault, I am still young, let 
life last and all will come straight. If your worship, sir knight, 
have aught wherewith to help us poor wretches, God will repay 
you in Heaven, and on the earth we in our prayers will ask Him 
for your life and health that they may continue as long and good 
as your presence deserves. ' This speaker was dressed after the 
manner of a student, and one of the guards informed them that 
besides being an easy talker he was a very fine scholar. 

Behind all these came a good-looking, cross-eyed fellow of 
thirty years, fastened somewhat differently from the others. 
A long chain wound around his body from one foot to a ring 
about his neck, about which was another ring, nicknamed keep- 
friend or friend's foot. From this hung two irons with two 
handcuffs attached to his waist, in which by means of a heavy 
padlock his hands were so tied that they couldn't reach his mouth 
nor could he lower his head to them. Don Quijote asked why 
this one had so many more shackles than the others. The 


gaard replied that he had committed more felonies than all the 
others combined ; indeed such and so bold a scoundrel was 
he that even now they were in continual fear lest he give them 
the slip. 

' What such dreadful crimes can he have committed, ' enquired 
the other, ' if they have merited no greater punishment than 
being sent to the galleys ? ' ' His sentence is for ten years, which 
amounts to civil death. As to his crimes, you need only be told 
that this good-fellow is the notorious Giqes de Pasamonte, alias 
Ginesillo de Parapilla. ' ' Mister deputy, ' interposed the prisoner, 
' let's go slow, and not try to refine on names and surnames. 
Gines is mine and not Ginesillo, and Pasamonte is my family, 
not Parapilla as you say. Let every man first look to himself and 
all will be well. ' ' Speak with less impudence, you arch-thief, 
or I'll hush you in a way that won't please you. ' ' Man pro- 
poses, but God disposes, ' returned the slave, ' yet sometime 
some one will know whether my name is Ginesillo de Parapilla 
or not. ' ' Don't they call you that, you liar ? ' ' They do now, 
but I shall see to it that they don't, or I'll pluck their — but never 
mind. Sir knight, if you have aught to give us, out with it and 
God be with you for you bore me with all your questions into 
other persons' lives. Would you know mine, that of Gines de 
Pasamonte has been written by his own thumbs. ' 

' The fellow says true, ' offered the guard ; ' he has written a 
biography that leaves naught to be desired ; the manuscript is at 
the prison in pawn for two hundred reals. ' ' And I should hope 
to redeem it though it stood at as many ducats, ' said its author. 
' Is it as good as all that ? ' asked Don Quijote. ' So good, that 
deuce take Lazarillo de Tormes and all books of that kidney 
that have been or ever shall be. Mine rehearses facts, I want you 
to know, and facts so pleasant that fictions couldn't match them.' 
' What is the title of the book ? ' again enquired Don Quijote. 
' The^LifejoJLfiinfiaji© Pasamonte. ' ' And is it finished ? ' ' How 
can it be when I am not ? it covers the period from my birth 
down to the time I was last up for the galleys. ' ' So you've 
been there before ? ' ' For four years, in the service of God and 
the king. But though I know what hardtack and courbash are, 


I don't mind going again, since there I shall have ease wherewith 
to finish my booli. In the galleys of Spain there's leisure and to 
spare. I shan't need much however, for though there's plenty 
to tell, I know it by heart. ' 

' You seem clever enough, ' ventured Don Quijole. ' And 
cursed ; but ills ever follow on the heels of genius. ' ' And of 
vice, ' the deputy tacked on. ' I urged you, mister deputy, to go 
slow. The governors didn't give you that staff to maltreat poor 
fellows on the road but to lead us whither His Majesty com- 
mands. If you think not, by the life of me ! but stay — for some 
fine day the stains you got at the inn yonder will come out in the 
washing. Let everybody hold his tongue, live well and speak 
better, and let us jog on, for we've had enough of joking. ' The 
deputy lifted his staff and was about to give Pasamonte an 
answer to his threats when Don Quijote rode between them, 
bidding him withhold, since it was natural that one with hands 
tied should have tongue loose. And now turning to the line of 
prisoners he said : ' From what you have told me, my dear 
brothers, I have at least gathered this, that though you are being 
punished for crimes, the trials you are to undergo are little to 
your taste and that you go to them with no pleasure, in fact 
quite against your wills. Moreover, most likely 'twas the cow- 
ardice of this one on the rack, the want of money on the part of 
the second, the little favour possessed by the third, in each case 
the perverted judgment of the magistrate, that caused your 
downfall and failure to obtain the justice that was yours. 

' Now all this memorialises itself and keeps petitioning, nay, 
forcing me to exemplify through you the purpose for which 
Heaven launched me in the world, making me profess the order 
of chivalry which I now profess and take the vow I have now 
taken — the vow, namely, to champion the needy and those 
oppressed by the stronger. But as it's a mark of prudence not to 
force matters that may be settled peaceably, I am about to ask 
these custodians that their pleasure may be to unchain and set 
you free, for there'll not be wanting other men to serve the king 
and on better occasions, and it seems unjust to make slaves of 
those God and nature made freemen. How much more does this 


appear, gentlemen, if you stop to consider 'tis not yourselves 
these poor fellows have harmed. Let each answer for his sins 
in the hereafter. God's in his Heaven and forgets not to punish 
the wicked and reward the good, nor is it fitting that just men 
lay heavy hands on those that have worked them no injury. 
I speak with this assurance since if you comply, I shall have 
cause to thank you, while if you don't of your own free will, this 
lance and sword with the valour of mine arm will lead you to do 
so under pressure. ' 

' A fool's jest ! ' laughed the deputy ; ' a fine piece of pleas- 
antry is this he has delivered himself of at last. He wants us to 
leave him the king's prisoners ; as if we had the authority to 
free them or he to order us ! Let your worship go your way and 
God be with you. Straighten that basin on your head and don't 
go looking for three feet on a cat. ' ' 'Tis you are the cat, the rat 
and the rascal, ' was hurled the reply, and combining action with 
word Don Quijote closed with him so instantly that he had no 
chance to defend himself and one pike-stroke sent him flying. 
There the fellow lay sorely wounded and fortunately for his 
opponent 'twas the one that bore the musket. The other guards 
were completely taken aback by this sudden assault, but the 
mounted ones, gathering their wits, clapped hand to sword and 
those on foot clutched their javelins, together making at our 
knight, who awaited them in perfect composure. And now surely 
'twould have gone hard with hiiii, had not the prisoners availed 
themselves of this opportunity to break the chain that strung 
them together ; and in attending now to them and now to their 
attacking foe, at no point were the guards effective. Sancho on 
his part helped Gines de Pasamonte, who, being the first to be 
rid of his chains, immediately made for the fallen deputy. Snatch- 
ing his sword and musket, by aiming at this one and pointing 
at that without once pulling the trigger, he left not a guard in 
all the countryside. Every one of them sought safety in flight, as 
well from Pasamonte's firelock as from many stones hurled at 
them by the others, now no longer prisoners. 

This outcome was not to the taste of Sancho, who feared the 
guards would notify the Holy Brotherhood to come, at the sound 


of the tocsin, and look for the delinquents. This fear he com- 
municated to his master, advising that they clear out at once and 
hide in the neighbouring hills. ' You are right, ' said Don Quijote, 
' but I know of something that should be attended to before 
that ; ' and calling the galley-slaves, who by this time had 
eagerly stripped the remaining deputy to the skin, he addressed 
them as follows : ' 'Tis a mark of good birth to render thanks for 
benefits received, for ingratitude is one of the sins that most 
offendeth God. I say this since you yourselves, gentlemen, by 
actual experience can bear witness to the favours received at 
my hands, and in their requital I wish and 'tis my will that, 
taking up the chain I loosed from your necks, you walk to the 
city of el Toboso, and presenting yourselves before the lady 
Dulcinea and saying that by these her Knight of Sorry Aspect 
commends himself, proceed to give her a detailed account of this 
famous adventure and of how it gave you your desired freedom. 
You then may go where you will and good-luck attend you. ' 

To this Gines de Pasamonte replied for them all, saying : ' 'Tis 
not in the region of the possible to comply with your request, 
sir liberator, for we must not be seen on the road in company. 
Each must take a different way and conceal himself in the 
bowels of the earth if he can, for the Holy Brotherhood will 
unquestionably come in our search. What your worship may 
and fittingly should do is to change this toll and service on behalf 
of the lady Dulcinea into a certain number of ave-marias and 
credos, which we will repeat with your worship in our thoughts. 
They are a thing that can be executed by night or day, at rest or 
flying, in peace or war. But to imagine that we shall willingly 
go back to the flesh-pots of Egypt, take up our chain in other 
words, and set out for el Toboso, is to think it night when it 
isn't yet ten in the morning : to ask this of us is to ask pears of 
the elm. ' 

Don Quijote waxed white with rage at this speech and in 
reply called out : ' Don Ginesillo de Paropillo, or however you 
style yourself, you son of a bawd, I swear by all, that I'll make 
you go alone with chain upon back and tail between legs ! ' 
Pasamonte had already gathered that Don Quijote was not 


overshrewd, else he'Id not have attempted giving them liberty, 
and naught too patient himself he gave thew^ink to his comrades, 
who dropping back a little began to rain so many and such large 
pebbles that the knight's shield was of slight protection, especially 
as poor Rocinante gave no more response to the spur than as if 
bronze. As for Sancho, he fortified himself behind his ass, which 
served as a bulwark against this driving hail-storm. 

The knight shielded himself so poorly indeed that innumerable 
little crystals struck his body with sufficient force to knock him 
overboard. Scarce had he touched the ground when the student 
was upon him, giving him with the basin.three or four rat-a-tat- 
tats on the shoulders and as many more on the ground with it 
till 'twas nothing but bits. They as well relieved him of a jacket 
from over his armour and would have appropriated his hose had 
not the greaves prevented. They then stripped Sancho of his long 
cloak, leaving him fairly trimmed, and dividing the other spoils 
of battle made off each in a different direction, more eager to 
escape the Holy Brotherhood than to take up chains and present 
themselves before Dulcinea at el Toboso. None but the ass, 
Rocinante, Sancho and Don Quijote remained : the ass crest- 
fallen and sad, turning his ears from time to time lest the squall 
of stones might not be over ; Rocinante lying at full length beside 
his master — the horse too having been bowled over ; Sancho 
disfurnished and in terror of the Holy Brotherhood, and lastly 
the knight himself, hotly incensed that those on whom he had 
showered favours, upon him should have showered stones. 



Don Quijote's sojourn in the Sierra Morena, affording one 
of the rarest adventures of this truthful history 

OUR hero, marking Ihe sorry plight he was in, thus addressed 
his trusty squire : ' I have always heard, Sancho, that to 
do a rogue kindness is to pour water into the sea. Had I listened 
to what you said, I had avoided this declension, but it's over 
with now, so patience and heed for the future. ' ' Your worship 
wiU as much take heed as I am a Turk. But since you say this 
trouble would have been avoided had you listened to me, escape 
a greater one by listening now. I want you to realise that the 
Holy Brotherhood have no use for chivalries and wouldn't give 
two coppers for all the knights-errant in the world, and even 
now I seem to hear their darts whizzing past mine ears. ' ' You 
are a coward by nature, Sancho, but lest you say I am stubborn 
and unheeding, this once am I willing to follow your advice, 
getting out of the range of the vengeance whereof you stand in 
such terror, on the condition that never in life or death you say 
to anyone that I retired from this imaginary danger for other 
reason than to still your entreaties. Should you ever put another 
face on the matter, you will lie, and once for all I denounce and 
call you liar every time you think or speak it. Not a word more, 
for the very suggestion of my intentional withdrawal before a 
supposed peril, especially one that like this may have something 
back ot it, tempts me to remain and take my stand not merely 
against this bugaboo of a Holy Brotherhood but again%/ the 
brothers of the Twelve Tribes of Israel and the Seven Maccabees, 
against Castor and Pollux, indeed against all the brothers and 
hoods there are in the world. ' 

' Master, to retire is not to flee, nor is delay prudence when 
the danger outweighs hope. 'Tis the mark of wisdom to take 
thought to-day for the morrow and not risk all on an hour. And 


since I have a little of what they call circumspection about me, 
though but a countryman and boor, repent lio more of taking 
my advice, but mounting Rocinante if you can (and if you can't, 
I'll help you), follow whither I lead, for a little bird tells me feet 
will be more useful now than hands. ' Without a word the 
master mounted and with the squire on his ass in the lead they 
entered the neighbouring Sierra Morena. Sancho intended to 
pass through between the hills and coming out on the other side 
at the village of el Viso or Alraodovar del Gampo, hide some 
days amid the crags thereabouts, thus escaping detection. His 
resolve was strengthened by finding that the provisions on the 
ass had come ont unharmed from the recent fracas with the 
galley-slaves ; which he took for a miracle when he considered 
how they pillaged right and left. 

Don Quijote was all happiness at finding himself in the midst 
of the hills, for such places seemed to invite the adventures he 
rode in search of — there came to his memory the marvellous 
occurrences that had overtaken knights-errant in similar wild 
solitudes. Musing on these things he rode along, so intoxicated 
and transported that he was oblivious of all else, nor did his 
squire, now they were out of harm's way, have any care save 
that of satifying his hunger with what was still left of the clerical 
store. Seated sideways on his ass woman-fashion he jogged on 
after his master, emptying the sack and filling his paunch ; 
while thus employed he wouldn't have given a sou to find 
another adventure be it what it might. But happening now to 
raise his eyes he saw that the other had halted and was trying to 
raise something from the ground with the point of his pike. 
He made haste to help him and as he came up discovered 'twas 
a saddle-cushion with a large valise attached, half-rotten, in fact 
quite in pieces from decay ; together they weighed so much that 
it became necessary for Sancho to dismount and give his master 
a lift. He was told to look and see what the valise contained, and 
obeying with alacrity, though it was bound by chain and padlock, 
through the rents and holes soon espied four soft holland shirts, 
together with other pieces of linen no less delicate than clean, 
and a little heap of gold crowns tied in a kerchief. 


When Sancho beheld these last, he exclaimed : ' Blessed be 
Heaven that has furnished us with an adventure worth some- 
thing ! ' Examining further he found a richly bound note-book, 
which Don Quijote at once demanded, telling his squire he could 
keep the crowns. Sancho in gratitude kissed his hands and 
emptying the valise stored the linen away in his pantry-sack. 
His master on seeing the quantity of things observed : ' It looks, 
indeed I do not think it can be otherwise, as if some traveller 
had lost his way in these hills and having been attacked and 
killed by robbers, was brought to this remote spot for burial. ' 
' That cannot be, ' replied the other, ' for thieves wouldn't have 
left these crowns. ' ' True, ' agreed the knight ; ' and indeed 
I can't make out how it happened ? But stay ; belike there's 
something in this little book will tell. ' He opened it and found 
the first draft of a sonnet, which he read aloud. 

' The verse shows nothing, ' declared the squire, ' unless by 
the clue mentioned there the whole reel of the matter may be 
discovered. ' ' What clue do you mean ? ' 'I thought your 
worship spoke of a clue.' ' Ghloe, I said, which is the name of 
the lady of whom the poet complains, and indeed he is something 
of a poet or I am no judge of the art. ' ' Does your worship 
know about rimes too ? ' ' Yes, and more than you think, as 
you'll see when you carry a letter all in verse to my lady 
Dulcinea. I'ld have you know, squire, that all or most errant 
knights of former times were great musicians and troubadours, 
and that these two gifts (or graces 'twere fitter to call them) are 
bred in the bone of lovers-errant, though I confess their rimes 
breathe more passion than true poetry. ' ' Read more, sir, for 
you may yet find something to satisfy us ? ' ' This next is prose, 
a letter apparently.' ' The kind you post?' enquired Sancho. 
• From the way it begins I should judge it a love-letter. ' ' Then 
let your worship read it aloud, ' asked the squire ; ' there's 
nothing I like better than these love -doings. ' ' Willingly, ' 
replied his master and read as follows : 

' Thy broken promises and my broken hopes have led me to 
a region whence the news of my death will reach thee ere the 
words of this complaint. O ungrateful heart, thou didst leave 


me for one richer, not more virtuous, than I, though if virtue 
were the kind of riches that could be valued, I know I should 
not envy another's fortune nor weep mine own disgrace. "What 
thy beauty exalted, thy works have cast down : by that I felt 
thee an angel, by them I know thee for a woman. May peace 
pursue thee, prompter of my war, and may Heaven grant that 
thy husband's guile remain unrevealed that thou mayst not 
repent thee of thine action and that uncoveted redress may not 
be mine. ' 

Don Quijote on finishing said to Sancho : ' There is even less 
to be gathered from this than from the verse : merely in fact 
that the writer is a disdained lover. ' He now turned nearly all 
the leaves, some of which were decipherable and others not, but 
met with nothing but plaints, lamentations, misgivings, fancies 
and disaffections, favours and discouragements, some ecstatic, 
others sad. As he ran through them, his squire ran through the 
valise : not a corner of it or the cushion he didn't rip open, or 
tuft of wool he didn't comb, lest something escape through want 
of care or pains — such was the covetousness awakened by the 
discovery of the crowns. These amounted to over a hundred, and 
though these were all, Sancho considered himself more than 
even with the blanket- tossings, balsam-vomitings, stake-bene- 
dictions, carrier-cuffs, loss of saddlebags, stripping of his cloak, 
and all the hunger, thirst, weariness, suffered in the service of 
liis worthy lord. 

(Gardenio, a rejected and despairing young suitor, here comes 
on the scene and tells his story, in the course of which he makes 
a slighting reference to a certain character in the books of 
chivalry. Thereupon ensues a scuffle 'twixt him and Don Quijote, 
Gardenio runs back into the mountains and the main narrative 
opens again at chapter twenty- five. Here and in a few places 
still to be met with Gervantes breaks the flow of his history by 
the introduction of short tales, thinking possibly that they would 
help float the longer one. They pro'ved, however, a weight and 
an interruption, as he himself practically acknowledges in the 
second part, chapters three and forty-four). 



Rare things that overtook the valiant knight of La Mancha 

in the Sierra Morena, together with his imitation of the 

penance of Beltenebros 

THE pair advanced slowly into the mountain wilderness. 
Sancho was dying to talk but wished his master to say the 
first word in order not to override his injunction of silence. 
At length, unable to suffer the stillness longer, he said to his 
leader : ' Senor Don Quijote, may your i^orship bestow upon 
me your blessing and my discharge. I wish to go home to my 
wife and children, with whom I at least can talk and gossip all I 
please. To want me to follow you through these solitudes night 
and day without speaking when I have a mind to, is to bury me 
alive. If fate pleased to have animals talk these days as they did 
in the time of Aesop, I could converse with mine ass, saying to 
him whatever came into my head, and so make the best of it. 
But 'tis poor business and cannot be borne with patience, this 
seeking adventures all one's life and finding naught but kicks, 
blanketings, brickbats and rib-roasts, one's mouth sewed up all 
the while, not daring to say what a fellow has in his heart, just 
like a dumb man. ' 

' I catch your meaning, my son. You are dying to have raised 
the embargo I placed upon your tongue. Consider it raised then 
and out with what you please, on condition that this immunity 
only obtains during our passage through these hills. ' ' Very 
good, and I will begin at once, for God knows what will be. 
Taking advantage of my passport I ask your worship why in 
speaking with that fellow we just met you stood out so for 
Queen Magimasa or whatever her name. What was it to you if 
the abbot was her lover or not ? Had you but let that pass (and 
your worship was no judge), the mad one would have continued 
with his history, and we should have escaped the pebble -tattoo, 
the kicks and more than a half-dozen of the back-handers. ' 


' Ah, if you but knew as I know, Sancho, how high and 
honourable a lady Queen Madasima was, I'm sure you'ld say 
I displayed great forbearance in not smashing the mouth uttering 
such blasphemies ; for greatly he blasphemes that says or thinks 
a queen is intimate with a surgeon. The truth is that the leech 
Elisabad was a most prudent and wise man that served as coun- 
sellor and physician to her highness, and to think she was his 
leman is falsehood deserving severest chastisement. Would you 
be further convinced that this fellow knew not what he said, 
remember that he was in a frenzy. ' ' Exactly my point, ' said 
the other; ' it was foolish to heed the words of a madman. For 
hadn't fortune favoured you, and had the pebble instead of land- 
ing on your breast dropped on your head, sweet fellows we 
should have been to stand up for my lady, confound her, while 
he of course would have been acquitted as a lunatic. ' ' Against 
the mad or the sober, ' answered the don, ' every knight-errant 
is bound to defend the reputation of women whoever they be, 
especially of queens of the station and character of Madasima, 
whose excellent qualities lead me to hold her in the greatest 
esteem. She possessed not alone beauty but wisdom, and forti- 
tude under adversities. Of these she had many and the surgeon 
Elisabad's counsel and society were of immense help to her in 
supporting them with reason and resignation. This has led the 
ignorant and low-minded to think her his leman, but I say again 
they lie and they will lie two hundred times all that think and 
say so. ' 

' I neither say nor think it, ' Sancho responded ; ' let themselves 
look out yonder ; with their bread let them eat it. They have 
rendered account to God ere this whether they loved or no. From 
my vineyards I come, I have no information ; others' lives are 
not my concern. He that buys and lies, feels it in his purse. 
Naked I was bom, I am naked still : I neither win nor lose. 
Suppose they were lovers, what is that to me ? Many think there 
are flitches where there's not even a hook. Who can put gates to 
the open country ? What's more, they said of God...' ' May He 
help me ! ' cried Don Quijote ; ' what stufl" is this you roll off ? 
what have these refrains to do with the subject ? Peace, man, on 


your life ; prod your ass and henceforth don't mix with what 
doesn't concern you. Understand with all your five senses that 
everything I have done, am doing or shall do is wholly within 
reason and in perfect accord with the rules of chivalry, of which 
I have more knowledge than all the knights that ever professed 
them. ' ' Is it a good rule, then, that lets us wander bewildered 
through these mountains without road or path, hunting for a 
crazy man, who when caught will most likely wish to finish what 
he has begun, and that not his story but your head and my ribs, 
breaking them to pieces ? ' 

' Again I say hold your tongue, ' quoth the knight ; ' for Fid 
have you know 'lis not so much to find the madman that brings 
me here as that I would perform a certan exploit to win me per- 
petual fame and worship throughout the world : a performance 
that will set the seal on all that can make a knight-errant perfect 
and renowned. ' ' And is it very perilsome ? ' ' No, though we 
may throw a blank instead of sixes ; it all depends on your 
diligence. ' ' On my diligence ? ' questioned Sancho. ' Yes, ' said 
the other, ' for if you return quickly from where I think to send 
you, straightway my griefs will end and my glory begin. And 
since 'tis not fair to hold you longer in suspense, I'M have you 
know, boy, that Amadis of Gaul was one of the most perfect of 
all knights-errant. I wrong him in saying one ; he stood alone, 
the peerless, the lord of the knights of his time. A lean year and 
month for Don Belianis and all others that say or think that in 
certain respects he was Amadis' equal, for on mine oath they 
deceive themselves. 

' Now when a painter wishes to achieve fame in his calling, 
he strives to imitate the originals of the most skilful masters he 
can find, and the same holds true for all the more important 
crafts and professions that serve to adorn the state. Thus he that 
would be deemed prudent and long-suffering must and does 
imitate Ulysses, in whose person and labours Homer gives us a 
living example of those qualities. Likewise Virgil in the character 
of Aeneas showed the goodness of a pious son and the sagacity 
of a brave and masterly captain. They did not describe them as 
they were but as they should have been, that we coming after 



might emulate their virtues. Amadis similarly was the north, the 
morning star, the sun, of brave enamoured knights ; and all that 
fight beneath the banners of love and chivalry must follow his 
lead. This being the case I consider that the knight-errant imi- 
tating him most closely will be surest of reaching chivalric 

' Now one of the circumstances wherein this knight's prudence, 
might, valour, patience, fortitude and love appeared to advant- 
age, was when, disdained by the lady Oriana, he banished 
himself to Pena Pobre to do penance under the name Beltene- 
bros — certainly a suggestive title and eminently suited to his 
chosen life. And since 'tis easier to imitate him in this penance 
than in cleaving giants, decapitating serpents, slaying dragons, 
putting armies to flight, scattering armadas and breaking up 
enchantments, why should I, especially as this region is em- 
inently fitted for penances, let slip an occasion that lays its 
forelock in my hand. ' 

' In a word what is it your worship has a mind to do in this 
God-forsaken spot ? ' ' Haven't I this minute told you that I wish 
to imitate Amadis and play the victim of despair, the wild, the 
furious lover, like the worthy Roland what time he discovered 
at the spring the marks that compromised Angelica the fair with 
Medoro. His grief addled his wits and in his frenzy he uprooted 
trees, roiled brooks, slew shepherds, destroyed their flocks, 
burned their huts, levelled houses, dragged mares after him and 
worked a hundred thousand other infamies worthy of record and 
eternal fame. Though I look not to imitate Roland or Orlando 
or Rotolando (he was known by the three names) in all his mad 
acts, words and thoughts, as far as I am able I shall fill out the 
sketch in the essentials. It may be that in the end I shall content 
myself with Amadis, who, though mad merely to the extent of 
tears and wild talk, and not to the point of deviltry, achieved as 
much fame as the best of them. ' 

• According to my way of thinking, ' said the other, ' the 
knights that performed these tricks had some sort of provocation 
for working penances and pillages, but your whorship, what 
reason have you to turn stark mad? what fair one has scorned 


you or what marks have you found that lead you to think Lady 
Dnlcinea del Toboso has been trifling with Moor or Christian ? ' 
' Just there lies the beauty of it, for no thanks or value attaches 
to a knight when actually driven to insanity. The thing is to go 
mad of myself, making my lady wonder, if so I act when dry, 
what will I do when drenched. Besides, my long separation 
from her is cause sufficient, since an absent lover, as the shep- 
herd Ambrosio was telling us the other day, fears and experiences 
every evil. So, friend Sancho, don't waste time in vainly per- 
suading me to abandon so singular, lucky and unheard-of an 
imitation as I am about to observe. 

' Mad I certainly am, mad I shall continue until you return 
with reply to the letter I purpose to send by you to my gracious 
lady. If the answer be worthy my constancy, instantly cease my 
wildness and penance, but if not, mad then in earnest I shall not 
know I suffer. So in either case only good can result from the 
dire struggle wherein you leave me, for if in my right mind, 
I shall enjoy the good you bring, but if bad, I shall not feel it 
being mad. But tell me, Sancho, have you Mambrino's helmet 
well in your care ? I saw you pick it up when the ingrate 
was trying to break it in pieces but could not, so fine its 
temper. ' 

' By the living God, Sir Knight of Sorry Aspect, no longer 
can I suffer patiently or in any way put up with certain things 
your worship says. Through them indeed I come to think all you 
say, whether of chivalries, getting kingdoms and empires or of 
bestowing isles and other favours and dignities after the manner 
of knights-errant, is naught else but wind and whoppers, or an 
airy or a fairy-tale or however they are called. For who could 
listen to your worship calling a barber's basin the helmet of 
Mambrino for more than four days running, and not think that a 
man that says such a thing and sticks to it has his brains musty ? 
The basin is here in my sack, considerably dented to be sure, 
but I hope to round it out at home and shave me the beard in it, 
if one of these days God shall let me find myself with wife and 
children. ' 

' By the same oath wherewith you began, my son^ take note I 


swear in return that yours is the dullest understanding ever 
squire owned or owns in the world. Is it possible, long as you 
have served me, that you have failed to notice how all an errant's 
affairs look chimerical, stupid and wild and how with him every- 
thing goes by contraries ? Not that things are really so, but ever 
in our midst flits a host of magicians, to alter, disguise and 
tranform onr effects, as their pleasure and inclination are to 
favour or destroy us. Thus what appears to you a barber's basin 
to me appears Mambrino's helmet and to another some other 
thing. Indeed the sage my champion showed rare forethought in 
making what really and truly is his worship's headpiece look to 
all save myself like a vessel for shaving. Otherwise they'ld hunt 
me down and rob me of it, such is its value. Taking it for a 
common copper bowl, what do they care, as shown clearly 
enough when that fellow left it on the ground after trying to 
smash it, which surely he'ld not have done had he known what it 
was. Guard it, friend, though at present 'tis superfluous, since I 
am soon to strip me of all armour, standing naked as I was born, 
if in the penance my pleasure prove to copy Roland rather than 
Amadis. ' 

Late in the evening they reached the heart of the Sierra Morena, 
and there Sancho resolved to pass that night and other succeed- 
ing days as long as their stores held out. They therefore took 
up their rest between two cliffs and amid a grove of cork-trees. 
But necessity, which, according to those that lack the true faith, 
guides, adjusts and orders things at will, brought it about that 
Gines de Pasamonte, notorious rogue and thief, having escaped 
his chains by the might and madness of our champion, was also 
led by proper fear of the Holy Brotherhood to bury himself in 
these hills, and his fate and fear guided him to the very region 
whither Sancho and Don Quijote had been led by theirs, and 
early enough for him to recognise them just as they were falling 
to sleep. The wicked are ever ungrateful, need furnishes them 
with temptations, present advantage veils all thoughts of the 
future. Gines therefore, being neither appreciative nor prin- 
cipled, ventured to steal Sancho Panza's ass, considering 
Rocinante worthless equally for pawn or sale. Sancho slumbered, 


the thief moved quietly and before daylight was miles away. 

Aurora dawned, bringing gladness to the countryside and 
sadness to Sancho, who, not finding his mount, began the most 
pitiful weeping and lament in the world. Don Quijote awakened 
at the sound in time to hear him cry : ' O child of my bowels, 
born in my very house, plaything of my children, pride of my 
wife, envy of my neighbours, easer of my burdens, indeed the 
support of half my person, since with the twenty-six farthings 
you daily earned me I replenished half my store ! ' Seeing the 
weeping and hearing the cause, his master endeavoured to 
console him with the best reasonings at his command, telling him 
to have patience if he could and promising to make out a bill of 
exchange, ordering that three ass-colts of the five he had at home 
be given him. Comforted by this the grateful Sancho dried his 
tears, choked his sobs and assumed his beast's burden. 

They soon had reached the foot of a high and somewhat isolated 
mountain, at whose base a gentle rill watered a meadow rich and 
green and enchanting to the eye, while round about were groves 
of forest trees, and plants and flowers that made the spot all- 
beautiful. This the Knight of Sorry Aspect chose as his penance- 
place. Beholding it outspread before him, in the high-keyed voice 
of an idiot he cried : ' This is the spot I commission and choose, 
O heavens, for weeping the outcast state wherein you have 
placed me. Here shall the water of mine eyes increase that ot 
yon little brook, and my deep unending sighs unremittingly stir 
the leaves of this wildwood, in token of the pain of my per- 
secuted heart. O ye rural deities, whoever ye be that in this 
uninhabitable wilderness have dwelling, listen to the plaints of 
a spurned lover, whom long absence and imagined causes of 
jealousy lead hither to decry the cruel nature of that fair ingrate, 
the crown and limit of all human grace. Wood-nymphs and 
dryads, whose lot it is to abide in these mountain-fastnesses 
with gay and wanton satyrs by whom ye are vainly beloved, let 
them not trouble your sweet repose, that ye may be unwearied 
in your attendance. 

' And thou, O Dulcinea del Toboso, day of my night, glory of 
my grief, north of my wandering, star of my fortune, so may 


Heaven grant all thou seekest, bethink thee of the place and 
point to which thine absence has brought me, and bestow some 
favour commensurate with my deserving loyalty. O ye solitary 
trees, that now shall keep me company in my loneliness, let your 
boughs manifest by gentle motion that my presence is not distaste- 
ful. And do thou my squire, welcome comrade alike in fortune 
and misfortune, fix well in thy memory what thou seest me do, 
that thou mayst relate and report it to its cause.' After the delivery 
of this speech the knight dismounted from Rocinante, in a moment 
had bridle and saddle off, and giving the beast a slap on the 
croup said to him : ' Liberty he gives thee that lacks it himself, 
thou steed consummate in feats as thou art cursed in fortune. 
Begone where thou wilt, for on thy forehead is writ that neither 
Astolfo's hippogriff nor the renowned Frontino that cost Brada- 
mante so dear, could have equalled thee in speed. ' 

Observing this last action Sancho said : ' Good-luck to him 
that saved us the trouble of unpanneling my Dapple, or there 
would not be lacking little slaps and things to be said in his 
praise. But were he here, I shouldn't allow the pannel to be 
removed : the practices of love and despair don't apply to him, 
since they do not to his master, which I was while it pleased 
God. But in truth. Sir Knight of Sorry Aspect, if my journey and 
your jeopardy are surely to occur, it might be as well to resaddle 
the horse, in the absence- of the ass, and shorten the time of my 
trip. If I go afoot, I don't know when I shall arrive or return, 
for, to tell the truth, I'm not much at hoofing it. ' 

' I promise it shall be as you wish, ' replied the other, ' and 
I think well of the plan, Sancho friend. Three days hence you 
shall start out and in the meantinie I want you to note the things 
I say and do on her account, that you may relate them precisely 
as they occurred. ' ' What have I to witness more than what I've 
seen already ? ' ' How much you know about it ! ' returned 
Don Quijote ; ' why, I have yet to rend my garments, scatter 
mine armour and bruise my head against these rocks, with more 
of that stripe that will set you gaping. ' ' In God's love, take care 
how you give those bruises ; 'tis possible to knock your head on 
such a rock and at such a point that with the very first bruise 


this business of the penance will come to a stand-still. Indeed 
I am almost of the opinion that since these head-raps seem to 
you essential for the perfecting this exploit, you should be content 
to give them against water in the brook or something soft like 
cotton, since the whole affair is make-believe and jest. Leave me 
the burden of it, for I shall tell my lady that you knocked 
your head for her on the point of a rock harder than diamond. ' 

' I appreciate your though tfulness, Sancho friend, but these 
actions of mine are no jest, I'M have you know, but sober 
earnest, else I should be overriding the rules of mine order, 
which tell us not to lie under pain of apostacy ; and to do one 
thing in place of another is the same as lying. Nay, my head- 
knocks must be genuine and hard, without air of sophistry or 
pretence. And 'twill be necessary that you leave thread to sew 
wounds, now that fate has lost us the balsam. ' ' The ass was 
the greater loss of the two, since with the ass went thread and 
all. And I must beg of your worship not even to suggest that 
cursed potion, the bare mention of which turns my soul, not to 
say my stomach. Furthermore I ask that we consider the three 
days allotted to my viewing your idiotic pranks as past and over, 
for I shall take the pranks as seen and judged and tell wonders 
to my lady. Write the missive and send me off, for I long to 
return and deliver you from this purgatory. ' 

' Purgatory ! say hell rather, or worse if such there be. ' ' But 
in hell, ' said Sancho, ' there's no retention, at least so have 
I heard. ' ' I don't catch your meaning. ' ' No retention, ' explained 
the squire, ' means that a body once in there can never get out, 
which won't be true in your worship's case or little shall I have 
plied my feet, supposing I have spurs to revive Rocinante. Once 
set me down in el Toboso and before my lady Dulcinea, and I'll 
give her such reports of your follies and frenzies (for they're all 
one) that, though I find her tougher than a cork-tree, I'll make 
her softer than a glove, and with her honey-sweet answer return 
through the air like any wizard, setting you free from this purg- 
atory, that seems a hell but is not, since there's hope of escape, 
which there isn't from hell, even as I have just spoken. And your 
worship will, I think, agree with me in all. ' 


' True, ' said he of Sorry Aspect, ' but how shall we manage to 
write the letter ? ' ' And the warrant for the ass-colts, ' added the 
other. ' All will be included. It might be well to write after the 
manner of the ancients on the leaves of a tree or on tablets of 
wax, only wax is as scarce as paper hereabouts. But now I have 
something just as good or even better — the mad -man's note- 
book ! You can get it copied on writing-paper in the first village 
that boasts a schoolmaster, or if not he, any sacristan will do. On 
no account give it to a notary — that class write a law-hand that 
Satan himself couldn't decipher. ' 

' What about the signature ? ' enquired Sancho. ' Amadis ' 
letters were never signed. ' ' Maybe so, ' admitted the squire, 
' but the warrant must be, and if it be copied, they'll say the 
signature is false and I shall have no ass-colt. ' To this his master 
replied : ' The warrant will be written and signed in the book 
itself, and on seeing it my niece will put nothing in the way of its 
execution. Touching the love-letter, have my signature read thus : 
Thine till death. The Knight of Sorry Aspect. 'Twill matter little 
if it's writ in a strange hand, for Dulcinea, if my memory serve 
me, can neither read nor write, nor has she ever seen letter or 
handwriting of mine. My love and hers has been ever of the 
Platonic order, amounting on my side to no more than a virtuous 
glimpse now and then, so seldom indeed that I dare swear to 
the truth of what I now say, that in the twelve years I have loved 
her more than the light of these eyes which some day will close 
in the earth for ever, not four times have I seen her, and I very 
much doubt if once she was aware of my gaze — such the 
seclusion wherein her father Lorenzo Gorchuelo and her mother 
Aldonza Nogales have reared her.' 

' Ah ha ! ' exclaimed Sancho ; ' and is Lorenzo Gorchuelo's 
daughter, the one they call Aldonza Lorenzo, the same as my 
lady Dulcinea del Toboso ? ' 'She is,, and she deserves to be 
mistress of the universe. ' ' I know the wench well, ' affirmed 
the squire, • and let me tell you she can pitch the bar with the 
lustiest swain in the village. Giver of all good, but she's a lass to 
be reckoned with — sound as a roach, tough as a nut, and can 
pull the beard out of the mire of any knight-errant now or to 


come that wants her for wife. O the baggage, what marrow she 
has ! and what lungs ! One day, they tell me, she climbed the 
village-belfry to call her father's labourers who were sowing in 
a field half a league off, and they heard her as plainly as if right 
at hand. But the best of her is there's nothing overnice about 
her : she has plenty of the coquette and jokes with everybody — 
there's nothing from which she doesn't get gaiety and a grin. 
Indeed, Sir Knight of Sorry Aspect, not only can and should your 
worship play the idiot for her, but with good reason you can 
be desperate and hang yourself, since all that hear of it will say 
you did better than well, though the devil come to fetch you. 

' I'm eager to be off, for 'tis many a day since I saw the wench 
and by this time she must be changed — a woman's face loses 
its freshness if she's always in the fields, exposed to sun and 
weather. To be honest with you, Senor Don Quijote, till this 
moment I stood in grave ignorance, thinking all the while that 
the lady Dulcinea was some great princess — at any rate a per- 
son of suflBcient quality to deserve the valuable presents you 
have sent her, the Biscayan for instance and the galley-slaves, 
with many others necessarily, since many must have been your 
victories ere I became your squire. But all things considered, what 
good can it do Aldonza Lorenzo, the lady Dulcinea del Toboso 
I mean, to have the vanquished you send, now or in future, 
come and bend the knee before her? It might be they'ld find 
her combing flax on threshing in the barn — they would be 
mortified and she take them for a huge joke and poke fun at 
your gift. ' 

' More than once have I called you a great babbler, Sancho ; 
and your wit, though dull, bites sharply enough at times. That 
you may see however what a fool you are and how wise am I, 
listen to this little tale. A certain widow, fair and free, above all 
wealthy and winsome, fell in love with a fat young lay-brother, 
whose superior, hearing of it, said to the good woman by way 
of pastoral remonstrance : ' Madam, I am astonished and not 
without reason that a lady of your rank, so rich and so beautiful, 
should be enamoured of so wortless low-lived an ass, when 
many masters are there in this community, graduates and stu- 


dents of theology, among whom your ladyship could choose as 
among pears, saying. This and not that I prefer. ' With great 
spirit and candour she replied : ' Your reverence, my dear sir, is 
behind the times and much mistaken if you think I have made 
a bad choice in that fellow, fool as he seems. For the purpose 
I wish him he knows as much philosophy as Aristotle, and 
more. ' Likewise, Sancho for the purpose I wish Dulcinea del 
Toboso she's worth as much as the greatest princess living. 

' Moreover, 'tis not not to be supposed that all the poets that 
have praised women under fictitious names, had these women as 
loves. Think you the Amaryllises, Phyllises, Silvias, Dianas, 
Galateas and the rest, with whom books, ballads, barber-shops 
and theatres are crammed, were truly women of flesh and bone, 
sweethearts of those that praise them now and of old ? Certainly 
not, for the poets created them to give body to their verse and 
that themselves might pass for beaux, that could inspire the 
tender passion in others. Ergo, 'tis enough that I think the 
deserving Aldonza Lorenzo fair and chaste — her lineage matters 
little, for none will investigate it with the view of conferring an 
order upon her and personally I regard her as the most exalted 
princess in the world. For you should know, squire, if you don't 
already, that two things above all incite affection : great beauty 
and good name — which attributes are conspicuously exempli- 
fied in Dulcinea, for none is her rival in beauty and in virtue 
few approach her. 

' To sum up then once for all, I make myself believe that all 
I say of her is gospel, neither more nor less, and I paint her as I 
picture her both as to beauty and rank. Helen does not equal her 
nor Lucretia come near, nor any other of the famous women of 
olden times, Greek, Roman or barbarian. Let men say. what they 
please — if my idealising of Dulcinea shall be censured by 
simpletons, I shan't be condemned by just judges. ' ' Your 
worship is right, ' declared Sancho, ' and I am the ass — ass did 
I say ! alack that I should put the word in my m6uth — never 
mention rope in a hanged man's house. But now for the letter, 
and then good-bye, I am off. ' 

Don Quijote produced the memorandum book, and going 


aside he calmly began to write. When he had done, he called' 
his squire and told him he would read the missive aloud that the 
other might be able to repeat it from memory in case he lost it 
by the way — such was his ill-luck, anything might be feared. 
To this Sancho responded : ' Write it two or three times there 
in the book and give it me. I'll take good care of it, and it's a 
mistake to suppose that I can keep the letter in my memory, 
which is so poor that now and again mine own name slips me. 
Tell it all the same, since I should like first rate to hear ; it must 
read as good as print. ' ' Listen then, ' said Don Quijote, ' for 
this is what it says : 

Missal of Don Quijote to Dulcinea del Toboso 

Serene and sovereign lady : 

The pierced by the dart of absence, the wounded to the heart's 
core, sends thee, sweetest Dulcinea del Toboso, the health 
himself possesses not. If thy beauty disdain me, if thou be not 
for me, if thy scorn be still to persecute me, though I be as 
patient as patient can be, hardly shall I bear up under this 
affliction, both heavy and prolonged. My good shield-bearer 
Sancho will give thee, O fair ingrate, fond enemy, full account 
of what for thy sake I am come to. Shall it please thee to deliver 
me, I am thine; if not, do what thou wilt, for by my death I 
shall satisfy thy cruelty and my desire. 

Thine till then. 

The Knight of Sorry Aspect. ' 

' By the life of my father, ' exclaimed Sancho, ' but that is the 
loftiest thing I ever heard. Body of me, how you say just what 
you wish, and how neatly you tuck in The Knight of Sorry 
Aspect. Verily I believe your worship is the devil himself and 
that there's nothing you don't know. ' ' My profession is all- 
exacting, ' assented the other. ' Now then, ' said Sancho, ' let 
your worshijJ write on the other page the order for the three 
colts, signing in a clear hand which they will recognise at once. ' 
' That I will, ' said the knight. And when he had it written, he 
read it to his squire : 


' My dear niece : 

By this first of ass-colts please deliver to my squire, Sancho 
Panza, three of the five I left in your charge, which three colts I 
promise shall be duly delivered and paid for by the like number 
received here, and this with his receipt shall be your quittance. 
Done in the heart of the Sierra Morena, this twenty-second day 
of August of the present year. ' 

' Good, ' said Sancho ; ' now sign it. ' ' That is superfluous 
for three ass-colts, or for three hundred indeed were that the 
number : my flourish is as good as my signature. ' ' I leave it to 
your worship ; and now let me saddle Rocinante and give me 
your blessing. I am off at once without seeing those mad capers, 
for I shall say I saw you do so many that she'll have her fill. ' 
' This one thing I desire, Sancho, indeed I must ask and com- 
mand that you see me perform a dozen or two naked. I shall 
have done with them in less than a half-hour, and when you 
have seen some with your own eyes, you can safely swear to as 
many as you wish. I am certain you'll not describe as many as I 
think to do. ' 

' By the love of God, master of mine, let me not see you un- 
clothed ; 'twould grieve me sorely. I shan't be able to check the 
tears and I have such a headache from weeping for Dapple last 
night that I'm in no shape for another outburst. If you insist 
that I see some of your capers, cut them with your clothes on, 
and make them brief and to the point, especially as they'll be 
wasted on me, and their omission would hasten my return, 
which must be with the news your worship desires and deserves. 
If her answer be not as it should be, let the lady get ready, for I 
swear as solemn an oath as I know that I'll fetch a good one out 
of her stomach with kicks and buifetings. For how is it permitted 
that a knight-errant as famous as your worship should lose his 
wits without rime or reason for a... ; let the lady not force me, 
for by God I'll rattle on and out with it though it spoil the sale. 
I am a great hand at calling names, though she little knows it or 
she'ld fear me. ' 

' Upon my soul, boy, one would think you more crazy 
than I. ' ' Not so crazy but more cross. Bat setting that aside, 


what's your whorship going to live on while I'm gone ? will 
you leap out on the road and rob shepherds like that madman ? ' 
' Rest easy on that score, ' replied the master ; ' though I had 
else, I should eat naught but fruits and herbs afforded by this 
meadow and these trees, since fasting and like austerities are 
proof of my profession. ' Sancho now asked : ' Does your wor- 
ship know what I fear? it is that I can't find my way back again, 
this spot is so hid. ' ' Fix it well in your memory, for I shall 
make a point of staying where you see me, ' answered Don 
Quijote ; ' or better still, I'll climb yon height to watch for your 
return. To make it even more certain that you don't miss your 
way, cut some of the many reeds growing hereabouts and drop 
them at intervals till you come out on the open plain. They'll 
serve like the thread in Theseus' labyrinth for your home- 
journey. ' 

' That I will, ' assented the squire ; and cutting a few he asked 
his master's blessing, and not without tears each bade the other 
farewell. Mounting Rocinante, whom the knight strongly com- 
mended to his care, saying he should look out for him as for his 
own person, Sancho set out for the plain, strewing the reeds as 
advised. And so he was gone, though his master importuned him 
to delay and witness a couple of capers if no more. But now, 
when he had travelled a hundred paces or so, the squire returned, 
saying : ' I see, sir, you were right : in order that I may swear 
with a clear conscience that I observed you act the fool, 'twill 
be well for me to see you throw a fit or two, though one of the 
worst is your being here. ' ' What did I tell you ! wait, boy, 
and I'll do them in the saying of a credo ; ' and dropping his 
breeches, in naught but skin and shirt, the penitent twice kicked 
his hands in the air, following these with two somersaults and 
such'adTsplay that, to avoid a second, Sancho turned Rocinante, 
fully satisfied he could swear to his master's idiocy. So shall we 
part with him until his return — which was not long delayed. 



Further antics of the knight, playing the lover in the Sierra 


COMING to relate what he of the Sorry Aspect did when he 
found himself alone, the story says that as soon as Don 
Quijote, clad from the waist up and naked from the waist down, 
had ended his somersaults and tumblings, finding that Sancho 
tarried not to see more, he climbed a high cliff, where on the 
top he stayed to consider the matter that had so often occupied 
his thoughts, though to no conclusion : namely, whether or no 
'twere more feasible and fit to imitate Roland in his lawless 
vagaries than Amadis in his temperamental ones. In this debate 
with himself our knight reasoned as follows : 

' Granting that Roland was the valiant and worthy cavalier 
they say, what wonder since he was enchanted and none might 
put an end to him save by sticking a pin through the bottom of 
his foot, and he all the time wearing seven iron soles ? Yet how 
slightly his charm availed when Bernardo del Carpio, seeing 
through all, strangled him at Roncesvalles. But setting aside the 
question of his courage, let us pass to his loss of reason, for he 
surely did lose it, as a result of the evidence he discovered at the 
spring, and the news the shepherd brought him that Angelica 
had slept through more than two siestas with Medoro, a little 
curly-headed Moor, page to Agramante. But if he were con- 
vinced of this, 'twas no great shakes to lose his head. 

' And as regards myself, how can I imitate him in his frenzies, 
unless I share the occasion ? For I am ready to take oath that 
my Dulcinea del Toboso in all the days of her life has not so 
much as laid eyes on a Moor as he is in the garb of his race, and 
is this day as her mother bore her. Obviously I should wrong her 
if, imagining otherwise, I became demented like the furious 
Roland. I find tiiat Amadis of Gaul, on the other hand, without 
going mad or behaving outrageously, acquired as great reputation 
as a lover as the best of them. Rejected by his lady Oriana, who 


enjoined him not to appear in her presence till she willed, 
according to his history all he did was to hie to Pena Pobre in 
the company of a hermit and there have his fill of weeping, till 
Heaven finally came to his rescue at the height of his great grief 
and need. 

' If this be true, and it is, why should I go to the trouble of 
divesting myself farther, or why should I harm these trees that 
have done me none, or muddy the clear water-brooks that at 
any time will slake my thirst ? Long live the memory of Amadis ! 
let him be the pattern, so far as is possible, of Don Quijote de La 
Mancha, of whom 'twill be said what was said of another, that 
if he failed to achieve great things, he died attempting them. And 
if I have not been scorned or rejected by my Dulcinea, it is 
enough, as I said before, that I am absent from her. Gome then, 
all hands to work ! let the deeds of Amadis leap to memory and 
teach me how I may begin their imitation. I recall that his chief 
employment was to pray : even so shall I, but what am I to do 
for a rosary ? ' 

But it occurred to our knight how to make one : by tearing off 
the tail of his shirt and tying eleven knots in it, one larger than 
the others. This served him during his sojourn in the wilderness 
and on it he repeated countless ave-marias. But he was still sore 
troubled for want of a hermit to confess him and give him con- 
solation. He solaced himself however by strolling about the little 
meadow and writing numerous verses on the barks of trees and 
in the fine sand, some in praise of Dulcinea and all appropriate 
to his sorrow. In this exercise, in sighing and in calling on the 
fauns and satyrs of the wood, the nymphs of the water-brooks 
and on plaintive tearful Echo, to listen and answer and console 
him, and in seeking out herbs for his bodily sustenance, he 
managed to beguile the time of the absence of his squire. But 
had the latter tarried three weeks instead of three days, the 
Knight of Sorry Aspect would have grown so unlike himself in 
appearance, his own mother would have passed him by. Envel- 
oped in poetry and sighs he may safely be left that we may 
relate what befell his errant squire. 

On reaching the high road Panza set out for the one leading to 


el Toboso and the next day arrived at the inn where he had met 
with tlie blanket-declension. On sighting it he again felt himself 
sailing through the air, and therefore did not choose to enter, 
though 'twas an hour when he naturally could and would, being 
dinner-time, and he longed to taste something hot, it having been 
cold comfort for many days. This drew him nearer, doubtful 
whether to enter or not, and at that moment, two persons, 
coming out, recognised him, and one of them said : ' Tell me, 
seiior licentiate, isn't that fellow on horseback the Sancho Panza 
that, according to our adventurer's housekeeper, went off with 
her master as squire?' ' It is, and that is our Don Quijote's 
nag. ' They knew the man this well because they were the village- 
priest and barber, the same that examined and passed judgment 
upon the books. They immediately came forward, eager to learn 
of Don Quijote, and the priest, calling the squire by name, said : 
• Friend Sancho Panza, where did you leave your master ? ' 

Sancho, at once recognising them, decided to conceal the place 
and plight of him for whom they asked, so said in reply that his 
master was engaged in a certain place on certain business of 
importance, which he couldn't discover for the eyes in his head. 
' Nay, nay, Panza, ' replied the barber, ' if you refuse to tell us, 
we shall think, as we do already, that you have murdered and 
robbed him, since you ride his horse. In short, if you don't 
produce the nag's owner, it's all up with you. ' ' Threats are of 
no use with me, ' said Sancho ; ' I'm no man to rob or murder. 
Let each meet his death through his fate or the God that made 
him. My master does penance in the heart of these mountains 
and all very much to his liking ; ' and without a stop Sancho 
rattled on about the knight's present condition, his past advent- 
ures and how he, the squire, was carrying a letter to the lady 
Dulcinea del Toboso, Lorenzo Gorchuelo's daughter, with whom 
his master was in love down to his lights. 

The two were amazed at all this news for, though aware of 
their friend's perversion they were ever taken aback when they 
heard of it anew. They asked his squire to produce the letter. 
The other said 'twas written in a note-book but that his master 
required him to get it copied on plain sheet at the first place he 


came to. The priest said to show it them and himself would 
copy it in a fair hand. Sancho searched his bosom bat in vain, 
nor would he have succeeded had he sought till now, for 'twas 
still with his master. "When he found he hadn't it his face took 
on a deathly hue ; again he felt quickly all over his body, and 
finding it nowhere about him, clutched his beard with both hands 
and after plucking out half thereof gave his nose and face six 
punches, batheing them in blood. 

The priest and barber asked what had occurred that he treated 
himself thus cruelly. ' What has occurred but that I have lost in 
a trice from one hand to t'other three ass-colts, each worth a 
castle ! ' ' How have you ?' enquired the barber. ' I've lost the 
note-book that contained Dulcinea's letter and an order signed 
by my master in which he directed his niece to give me three of 
the four or five ass-colts he has at home to make up for the loss 
of my Dapple. ' The priest tried to comfort him, saying that on 
meeting with his master he would have him reissue the warrant, 
this time on paper as was customary and proper ; warrants writ 
in memorandum-books were never honoured. 

With this Sancho took heart and said that in that event the 
loss of Dulcinea's letter didn't worry him, since he knew it almost 
by heart and they could transcribe it when and where they chose. 
' Repeat it, then, ' said the barber, ' and afterwards we'll put it 
on paper. ' Panza stopped to scratch his head in order to recall 
the letter ; first he stood on one foot, then on the other, one 
moment gazing at the ground, the next at the sky, till at last, 
having bit off half his finger and kept them long in suspense, he 
said : ' My God, senor licentiate, the devil take me if I can 
remember the thing, but it began : ' Serene and scrubbing lady. ' 
' Not scrubbing surely, ' said the barber ; ' superhuman perhaps 
or sovereign. ' ' Sovereign it was, ' answered Sancho, ' and then 
if I recollect rightly and my memory serve me not ill, it proceeded 
with : ' The wounded, the wanting of sleep and the pierced 
kisses your ladyship's hands, hateful and ungrateful one ; ' and 
then it said something about sickness and health he was 
sending her and went sliding along till it ended up with, Thine 
till death. The Knight of Sorry Aspect. ' 



The two listeners were not a little amused at the squire's 
excellent memory and gave it generous praise. They asked him 
twice more to repeat the letter that they might get it by heart 
and transcribe it at leisure. Sancho thrice repeated it and uttered 
three thousand new absurdities in the process. He then went on 
to tell them of their fortunes, keeping quiet however about the 
blanketing at the inn he now declined to enter. He confided to 
them also that provided a favourable answer came from el 
Toboso, Senor Don Quijote was going to put himself in the way 
of becoming an emperor or at least a monarch — it had all 
been arranged between them, as a thing easy of accomplishment, 
such the worth of his master's person and the might of his arm ; 
and that when that far, the knight was to make a marriage for 
him his squire, who would in the course of events by that time 
be a widower, and his new wife was to be a maid-in-waiting to 
the empress, heiress to a large and rich estate on the mainland, 
without isles or islands — he had had enough of them. 

Sancho said this with so much seriousness, wiping his nose 
from time to time, and with so little sense, that they marvelled 
anew : how violent must be the madness of the master to draw 
in its wake the wits of the man. However, they cared not to 
free him of his delusion, feeling that so long as it didn't hurt 
his conscience, 'twere better to leave him where he was, espec- 
ially as their pleasure in listening to his credulous talk would be 
so much the greater. They told him to pray God for the welfare 
of his master, who feasibly and deservedly might become an 
emperor in course of time, as he had said, or at least an 
archbishop or like dignitary. 

Upon this Sancho replied : ' My masters, if fortune so whirls 
things round that my sire prefers to be archbishop rather than 
emperor, I should like to ask what archbishops-errant are in the 
habit of giving their squires. ' • Usually, ' the priest answered, 
' some simple benefice or cure, or post of sacristan, which affords 
a good fixed income plus altar -fees, which commonly bring in 
as much again. ' ' The squire must be unmarried then and should 
know enough to help read mass ; worse luck to me that am 
married and don't know the first letter of the ABC. What will 


become of Sancho, should his master take it into his head to 
turn archbishop, and not emperor as is the habit and custom of 
all errant knights ? ' 

' Don't worry, Panza friend, ' said the barber ; ' we shall ask 
and advise your master, nay, we shall lay it before him as a 
matter of conscience, not to be an archbishop but an emperor, 
which will come easier to him being more the soldier than the 
student. ' ' So it would seem to me, ' agreed the squire, ' though 
I vow he's qualified for any office under the sun, and my prayer 
with our Lord will be that He shall send him where he can best 
serve himself and win most favours for his henchman. ' ' You 
talk like a man of sense, ' said the priest, ' and you will be 
acting like a Christian. But first we must devise how to deliver 
him from his present bootless penance. That we may better 
consider the modus operandi, let's enter the inn, the more that 
it's dinner-time. ' Sancho said they might enter but he would 
remain outside, telling them afterwards why he refused to go in 
and why it wasn't fitting that he should. He added a request for 
something to eat, hot if possible, and barley for Rocinante. They 
left him and entered, and the barber shortly brought him a 
smoking-hot dinner. 

The two long consulted within as to how they might accom- 
plish their purpose, and at last the priest thought of a plan 
admirably suited both to the knight's humour and their own 
scheming. He himself was to go dressed as a maid-errant and the 
barber was to try and pass himself off as her squire, and so 
goingjo their friend, he should represent himself as an afflicted 
damsel that sought of him a boon, which, as a gallant knight, he 
could not deny her. This was that he should follow her whither- 
soever she led, in order to right a wrong done her by a certain 
treacherous cavalier^ She would beseech him as well not to ask 
her to lift her veil or enquire aught as to her rank in life till he 
had avenged her on that scoundrel. The priest felt sure Don 
Quijote would respond to such a call, and thus they would 
deliver him from his present plight and taking him home see if 
his aberration admitted of cure. 



The success the priest and barber met with in their plan, 
together with other things worthy to be set down in this 

great history 

THE barber did not think ill of the priest's idea ; indeed it so 
much pleased him that at once they proceeded to execute 
it. They begged a gown and head-dress of the innkeeper's wife, 
giving her the priest's new cassock as security. The barber made 
himself a beard out of a red and grey ox-tail, which served the 
landlord as holder for his comb. The wife questioned their wish 
for the use of these things and in few words the priest described 
the hallucination from which their friend suffered and their plan 
for getting him away from the backwoods where now he was. 
The keeper and his wife immediately recognised in this mad 
person their guest of the balsam, the master of the blanketed 
squire, and they thereupon related to the priest their experiences 
with him, not suppressing what Sancho had been so careful to 

The wife then dressed the priest in a manner that left nothing 
to be desired. She put on him a slashed cloth petticoat with 
black velvet bands a palm wide, together with a bodice of green 
velvet bound with white satin, looking, both it and the petticoat, 
as if made in the time ofKingWamba. The priest refused to wear 
a woman's head-dress, and instead donned his own little quilted 
night-cap, slipping one of his black silk garters round his forehead 
and veiling his face and beard with the other. On top of all he 
placed his hat, which was broad enough to serve for parasol, and 
wrapping his cloak about him, seated himself woman-fashion 
on his mule. The barber likewise mounted his, with his red and 
grey beard reaching to his waist, the beard being nothing more 
or less, as I have said, than the tail of a pied ox. 

The two then bade farewell to all, not forgetting Maritornes, 


who promised though a sinner to pray a rosary that God would 
grant success in their arduous and Christian enterprise. But 
scarce had they quit the inn when it struck the licentiate that 
'twould not become him as a priest to be seen in such a guise, 
however much depended upon it. He therefore asked the barber 
to swap rigs, since it was fitter that he, the barber, should play 
the afflicted damsel, and himself the squire, which would less 
profane his office. He added that were the barber averse to the 
change, he was determined not to proceed, though the devil 
fetched Don Quijote, for he saw that Sancho, whom they now 
approached, couldn't check his laughter. The barber finally 
agreed, and when the swap had been made, the priest undertook 
to tell his friend how he should conduct himself and what to say 
in trying to induce the knight to quit the wild haunt of his 
fruitless penance. The barber informed him he could act his part 
well enough without coaching, and not caring to don the costume 
till they drew near the knight did it in a bundle. The priest put 
away the beard and the pair followed the lead of Sancho Panza. 
The latter told them about the mad lover they had met in these 
mountains but said nothing about the discovery of the valise of 
precious contents, for simple as he was, the fellow was a little 
covetous. The following day they arrived at the spot where 
Sancho had deposited his last reed, marking the route to his 
master, and on meeting with it Sancho told them this was the 
approach, advising them to assume their disguises if they were 
really necessary for his master's deliverance. The rescuers had 
previously informed their guide that the reason of their novel 
dress was that they might liberate their friend from his miserable 
mode of life, carefully warning him not to disclose to Don 
Quijote who they were, nor that he knew them, and that should 
he question, as he was sure to, whether or not the letter had 
been handed Dulcinea, he must answer yes, it had, but that as 
she didn't know how to read, her answer was by word of mouth, 
saying that she charged him, on pain of her displeasure if he 
failed, to appear before her instantly. They urged this upon 
Sancho as most important to him, for by his so speaking and 
with what they thought to say themselves they felt sure of 


returning their friend to a better life and inducing him to put 
himself in the way of becoming an emperor or monarch of some 
kind ; that he would ever become an archbishop, his squire 
needn't have the shadow of a fear. 

Sancho heard them through, committing all to memory, and 
replied that he was grateful for their intention to urge his master 
to become emperor and not archbishop, for in his opinion the 
former really could do more than the latter in the bestowal of 
favours. He suggested that he go first and give Senor Don Quijote 
his mistress's answer, which alone might be enough to get him 
out of there. The others thought well of this and agreed to wait 
till he returned. So the squire plunged into the mountain-gorge, 
leaving the priest and barber in a smaller ravine where flowed a 
gentle brook, for which rocks and trees made a cool and pleasant 

(Cardenio, the rejected suitor, again appears, and later a maiden 
Dorothea, whose tale of misplaced affection continues to the 
middle of chapter twenty-nine). 


The happy method hit upon for releasing our enamoured 
knight from his harsh though self-imposed penance 

A shout was now heard and the priest and barber recognised 
the voice of Sancho, who, not finding them in the spot 
where he left them, was hallooing. They went to meet him and 
in answer to their inquiries the other described how he had found 
his master in his shirt, pale, emaciated, dying of hunger and 
sighing for his love, and that though he had delivered her summons 
to leave there and visit her at el Toboso, he had answered he 
should not appear before her beauty till he had done deeds to 
make him worthy of her favour. The squire now counselled that 
if this sort of thing went on, his master ran the risk of never 
becoming emperor, as was his duty, or even archbishop, the 


least to be expected of him, and his friends should see what was 
to be done about it. The licentiate told Sancho not to worry — 
they would rescue him despite himself. He then related to the 
young man and woman they had met with during Sancho's 
absence their plan for restoring the errant knight to his right 
mind, or at least getting him home. The maiden Dorothea said 
in reply she could act the afflicted damsel better than the barber, 
particularly as she had a costume exactly suited to the purpose. 
They could leave it all to her, for many a book of chivalry had 
she read and knew well how unfortunate maidens bore themselves 
when begging boons of errant knights. ' Then there's naught left 
but to set about it, ' declared the priest ; ' fortune is certainly in 
our favour, since when least you hoped for it, the door at the end 
of your troubles swings open, and the path of our enterprise 
becomes smooth. ' 

Dorothea then produced from a pillow-case a petticoat of fine 
woolen cloth, a green mantle equally good, and from a small box 
she brought forth a necklace and other ornaments. With these 
she decked herself out till she had all the appearance of a rich 
and grand lady. She explained how she had brought these things 
and more from home for emergencies, but that this was her first 
opportunity to use them. Her high spirits and extraordinary 
beauty delighted them in the extreme, and they set her lover 
Don Fernando down as a simpleton for rejecting such charms. 
The one most intoxicated was Sancho Panza, who thought he 
had never seen such beauty in all the days of his life — which 
was true. He was quick to ask the priest who she was and what 
she did in that God-forsaken country. ' To say the least of her, 
brother Sancho, this fair maid is heiress in direct male line of the 
great kingdom of Mico micon, a nd her mission is to crave of your 
master a boon, namely, that he avenge her a wrong or outrage 
done her by a naughty giant. By reason of the renown Don 
Quijote has gained as a knight throughout the known world this 
princess has travelled all the way from Guinea to seek him out. ' 

' A good seeking and a lucky find, ' declared the squire ; ' the 
more if my master be fortunate enough to avenge this outrage and 
right this wrong by killing that jade of a giant, and kill him he 


will, if he come up with him, unless he be a phantom — against 
phantoms my master's no good at all. But one thing amongst 
others I wish to ask of your worship is that in order to check any 
inclinations which I fear he may have for an archbishopric, you 
advise him to marry thisprincess on the spot. That would prevent 
his taking orders and thus can he easily come to his throne and 
I to my wishes. I've studied the whole matter in my mind and 
can see 'twill be far from well for him to turn archbishop on 
account of me alone, who am no man for the Church, being 
married. Now that I have wife and children, 'twould be an 
endless task for me to try to get dispensation to hold office. 
So, please your worship, it all comes to this : that my master 
must at once tie up with this lady. As yet I haven't met her grace 
and cannot refer to her by name. ' 

' Princess Micomicona is her name, ' the priest informed him. 
' Naturally, ' echoed Sancho, ' for many have I known that took 
their family-name from the town where they were born, calling 
themselves Pedro of Alcala, Juan de Ubeda or Diego de Valla- 
dolid. The same custom must hold over there in Guinea : queens 
must take the names of their kindoms. ' ' Quite so, ' said the 
priest ; ' and as to your master's marriage, I shall do all I can to 
hasten it ; ' and with this the squire was well content. The other 
was more than astonished at the man's simplicity, seeing that 
his master's illusions were so fixed in his mind that he honestly 
thought the knight would become an emperor. 

By this time Dorothea had seated herself on the priest's mule, 
the barber had fastened on the ox-tail beard and the two bade 
Sancho lead them to Don Quijote and to remember not to speak 
to him of his friends, for in secrecy lay the only chance of his 
ever ascending a throne. Neither the priest nor the young man 
Cardenio cared to accompany them : Gardenio that Don Quijote 
might not recall their quarrel, and the priest lest he be in the 
way. They let the others go ahead, and themselves followed on 
foot at some little distance. The priest did not forget to instruct 
Dorothea as to her actions, but she told him not to worry, since 
all would be done according to the descriptions and require- 
ments of the books of chivalry. 


The first group had advanced three-quarters of a league when 
they discovered the Knight of Sorry Aspect amid his rocks and 
crags, clothed but not yet in his mail. As soon as Dorothea sav*^ 
him and was informed by Sancho it was he, she whipped up 
her palfrey, followed by the well-bearded barber. Reaching the 
spot, her squire sprang/rom his mule to receive the maid in his 
arms, but she in sprightly manner alighted of herself and kneel- 
ing before her avenging knight (though he begged her to rise) 
addressed him in this fashion : ' I will not rise, O doughty 
knight and bold, till thy goodness and courtesy grant me a 
certain boon, which will redound to thine honour and the glory 
of thy person. The boon is in behalf of the most aggrieved and 
disconsolate maiden ever sun shone upon, and if the might of 
thy strong arm match the lustre of thy immortal fame, thou 
canst not but favour the unfavoured Ihat has sought thee out, 
following from afar the scent of thy great name. ' ' I will not 
speak with thee, fair lady, ' replied the penitent, ' nor will I hear 
more of thy condition, till thou dost rise. ' ' I cannot rise till the 
boon I beg is promised of thy courtesy. ' ' 'Tis both promised 
and granted, ' said Don Quijote, ' provided it be neither to the 
detriment nor disparagement of my king, my country or her 
that holds the key to my heart and liberty. ' ' 'Twill be neither 
to the one nor to the other, my good lord, ' promised the unhappy 

At this point Sancho, coming close, whispered in his master's 
ear : ' Your worship, master mine, can safely grant the lady's 
boon, since all it is is to slay a big giant and she's the mighty 
Princess Micomicona, queen of the great realm of Micomicon 
in Ethiopia. ' ' Let her be who she may, ' returned the other, 
' I will do my bounden duty and what my conscience tells me 
is conformable to the order I profess ; ' and turning to the maid 
he said : ' Let thy beauteousness arise, since I grant thee thy 
boon. ' ' Then what I ask is that thy magnaminous person come 
at once whither I lead, and that thou pledge me to embrace no 
other demand till thou hast avenged me on the traitor that, 
against all justice human and divine, has usurped my kingdom. ' 
' I agree to all, ' replied Don Quijote, ' and from this day forth 


thou canst dispel the melancholy that oppresses thee ; thy wilted 
hopes can revive, for by God's aid and mine own arm thou'lt 
find thyself restored to thy throne, seated once more in the 
saddle of thy great and ancient realm despite and in defiance of 
the villains that would keep thee from it. All hands to work, 
since danger, the proverb tells us, lurks jn delay. ' 

The afflicted damsel tried repeatedly to kiss his hands, but 
Don Quijote, ever courteous and considerate, would not admit 
of it. Rather he made her rise and embraced her with much 
gentleness. He ordered Sancho to arm him at once and look to 
Rocinante's girth. The squire took down the armour, which hung 
from a tree like a trophy, and having seen to the girth armed his 
master in a trice. When the knight found himself in readiness, 
he said : ' In the name of God let us go hence in behalf of this 
high lady. ' The barber, on his knees all this time, with diflficulty 
tried not only to conceal his laughter but at the same time keep 
his beard on, for if that fell, all their hopes fell with it. But 
seeing now that the boon was granted and observing the eagerness 
of the knight in setting out on his quest, he arose, and taking one 
hand of the maiden and Don Quijote the other, they seated her 
on her mule. Lastly the knight mounted Rocinante, the barber 
his pack-mule and the party was off. 

Sancho was obliged to follow on foot, which renewed in him 
the sense of the loss of Dapple, yet he bore it with good grace, 
since he must think that his master was now in the way, and on 
the point Indeed, of becoming emperor, confidently believing he 
would marry the princess and become king of Micomicon at 
least. The only thing that really troubled him was the consid- 
eration that as this kingdom lay in the country of the blacks, all 
his subjects would be of that kidney. But he soon hit on a good 
offset, as he talked the matter over with himself, saying : ' What 
do I care if my subjects are all black? can't I pack them off to 
Spain in a ship, and selling them there for cash buy some title or 
office and live at mine ease all the days of my life ? Certainly you 
can, unless you are asleep or haven't the knack to drive a bar- 
gain and sell thirty or ten thousand slaves as quick as a flash. 
My God but I'll make them fly, little or big or as I may ; be they 


ever so black, I'll turn them into whites and yellows. Gome now, 
bjit I was a fool ; ' and Sancho trudged on so busy and happy in 
his thoughts that he quite forgot the labour of the road. 

Gardenio and the priest were watching behind some bushes, 
not knowing how to join the procession, till the priest, great 
schemer that he was, hit upon this plan. First quickly cutting 
Gardenio's beard with some scissors he chanced to have, he next 
dressed him in his own grey Jerkin and black coat, leaving only 
doublet and breeches for himself, till Gardenio was so trans- 
formed he wouldn't have recognised himself in a mirror. The 
others had now passed them but the two easily reached the high 
road first, for the brambles and roughness made it harder going 
ahorse then afoot. They waited in the road at the foot of the hill, 
and when Don Quijote with his company appeared, the priest 
stood and stared at him in half-recognition, then came rushing 
up with open arms, exclaiming : ' In happy hour artfthou found, 
O mirror of chivalry, my good compatriot Don Quijote de la 
Mancha, flower and cream of gentility, saving strength of the 
needy, quintessence of knighthood ! ' with this embracing his 
friend's left knee. But the knight, marvelling at what he heard 
and saw, gazed attentively at this man, no less marvelling when 
he recognised him as the priest. He was about to dismount and 
when the other wouldn't consent, said : ' Senor licentiate, permit 
me ; 'tis not fit that I go mounted and your reverence afoot. ' 

' I shall in no wise yield, ' answered the priest ; ' remain 
seated, for 'twas in the saddle your excellency achieved the 
greatest feats and adventures our age has seen. I, a priest and an 
unworthy one, am well -enough off in mounting the haunches 
of one of the mules of these gentlemen that journey with you, 
if they have no objection. I'll pretend I am seated upon Pegasus, 
or upon the zebra or charger that bore the famous Moor Muza- 
raque, who to this day lies enchanted in Zulema, the high mount 
near the great Gomplutum. ' ' That didn't occur to me, my good 
father, but I am sure my lady the princess for my sake will be 
pleased to bid her squire offer your worship the saddle of his 
mule. He can ride behind, if the beast will allow. ' ' It will, I am 
certain, ' the princess replied, ' and I'm equally certain there'll 


be no need to ask my squire, who is too courteous to suffer that 
an ecclesiastic go afoot when there's a chance of his riding. ' 

' Nor will he, ' spake up the squire, who instantly dismounting 
offered the saddle to the priest, who took it without more ado. 
When the barber came to mount its haunches the mule, which 
to be plain was a hired one, raised her hind-quarters slightly, 
giving two kicks in the air with such energy that had her heels 
landed on the head or breast of Master Nicholas, he'ld have given 
this relief-expedition to the devil. Even as it was he was so taken 
by surprise that he turned a back- somersault, paying little heed 
to his beard, which fell from his face. His only hope now was 
quickly to cover his chin with both hands, complaining his molars 
were smashed. When the knight observed that amount of beard 
lying, without jaw or blood, far from the face of the fallen 
squire, he exclaimed : ' My God, what miracle is this ! the beast 
has whisked the beard from his face as clean as if it had been 
clipped. ' The priest, seeing they risked discovery, promptly 
seized the ox- tail, and running up to the moaning barber took his 
head in his lap and clapped the beard on again, muttering certain 
words over him — a charm for the sticking of b'eards he said, as 
they would see. He gave another tightening to the ox-tail and the 
barber was as well bearded and sound as before. Don Quijote 
was amazed beyond measure and prayed the priest sometime to 
teach him those words, since they must be good for other things 
as well : the fellow's jaw could not but have been lacerated and 
now it was whole again. ' You speak reason, ' the priest assented, 
promising to teach him the spell at the first opportunity. 

All agreed that for the present the priest should ride the mule 
and that later the two others should take turns, since the inn 
might still be nearly two leagues. The procession moved again, 
three mounted, Don Quijote, the princess and the priest, and 
three afoot, Gardenio, the barber and Sancho Panza. The knight 
turned to the princess and said : ' Let your highness take the 
lead whither most it gives thee pleasure. ' Ere she had time to 
reply the licentiate interposed : ' Toward what realm would 
your ladyship direct our course if not toward the kingdom of 
Micomicon ? Methinks it must be so or I know little of king- 


doms. ' The princess, ready for all things, understood what her 
answer was to be : ' Yes, seiior, 'tis toward that kingdom my 
journey lies. ' ' In that event, ' the priest continued, ' we shall 
pass through my village, from which your highness will find a 
road leading to Cartagena where, God willing, you'll find a ship, 
and if the wind sit fair and the sea be calm and tranquil, in 
rather less than nine years you'll come in sight of the great lake 
of Meora, Meotis I should say, which is not much more than a 
hundredndxrys^-jouwiey from your highness' kingdom. ' 

' Your worship is mistaken, sir, for 'tis not two years since I 
issued thence, with foul weather all the way, yet have I this 
early attained the goal of my desires, the lord Don Quijote de La 
Mancha. The bruit of him reached mine ears the moment I set 
foot in Spain, and thereby was I moved to seek him, that I might 
commend myself to his regard, trusting the justice of my cause 
to the power of his invincible arm. ' ' No more, ' broke in the 
knight at this point ; ' an end to my praises I say. I am foe to 
every form of flattery and though your words be not such, yet 
do they oflfend my chaste ears. I mean by this, dear lady, that 
whether mine arm be mighty or no, whatever strength it has or 
has not, all shall be given thy service to the very end. But leaving 
this to its own fit time, I pray the licentiate tell what brought 
him to these parts alone, without attendants and so lightly clad 
that it shocks me. ' 

' As to this I can satisfy you in few words, ' replied the priest ; 
' you must be told that I and Master Nicholas, our friend and 
barber, were on our way to Seville to receive certain monies sent 
by a kinsman that has been many years in the Indies ; no trifling 
sum either — no less than sixty thousand dollars of tried weight. 
Well, yesterday as we rode along here, four footpads pounced 
upon us, stripping us to our beards and bereaving us of those to 
the extent that the barber was obliged to get a false one and 
even this youth, ' pointing to Gardenio, ' was made a new man. 
But the interesting thing about it was that, according to report, 
they that trimmed us were galley-slaves, recently set free almost 
on this spot by a man so valiant that he routed the commissary 
and guards. Methinks he was certainly out of his head, else he 


was as great a rascal as they, without soul or conscience, since 
he deliberately loosed the wolf among the ewes, the fox among 
the hens and the fly amid the honey. He would defraud justice, 
go against his king and natural lord (for he went against his just 
commands), rob the galleys of their feet and stir up the Holy 
Brotherhood, which has lain at its ease these many years. In a 
word he would do a deed whereby he may lose his soul without 
help to his body. ' 

It seems Sancho had told the priest and barber of the advent- 
ure of the galley-slaves, achieved by his master with such great 
glory, and the priest censured it in these strong terms to observe 
the effect on Don Quijote. But all our knight did was to change 
colour at every word, nor had he the pluck to acknowledge 
himself liberator of the ungodly crew, ' These were the ones 
that robbed us, ' concluded the priest, ' and may God of his 
pity pardon him that let their going to well-deserved punishment. ' 


Dorothea's adroitness and other things capable of affording 
pleasurable diversion 

THE priest had scarce ended his story when Sancho exclaimed : 
' And faith, senor licentiate, he that did the deed was my 
master, though I warned him to mind what he was about and 
that it was a sin to give liberty to men that were being sent up 
as the worst kind of crooks. ' ' Busybody ! ' cried Don Quijote ; 
' 'tis no affair of knights-errant to find out whether the afflicted, 
enchained and oppressed we encounter on the road, suffer 
humiliation because of vices or of virtues. Our sole care is to 
aid them as persons in distress, having an eye to their pain, not 
to their perfidy. I met with a string, a rosary I might call it, of 
unfortunate malcontents and I did with them what my religion 
bade me. Let it be settled yonder, for whoever thinks ill of it 
here, saving the honoured person and sacred dignity of our 
friend the priest, I declare he knows little of the idea of chivalry, 


that he lies like a whoreson dog and that I'll make him aware 
thereof -\Vith my sword, wherein 'twill be more fully set forth.' 

With this our knight braced himself in stirrup and clapped on 
his head-piece, the barber's basin in other words, which as 
Mambrino's helmet he carried hung from saddlebow, hoping some 
day to repair the damage received at the hands of the galley- 
slaves. Upon this, Dorothea, being a cunning and rather waggish 
person, fully aware of Don Quijote's fatal humour and that the 
others save Sancho made merry over it, didn't wish to be behind 
in the fun, and seeing the knight all wrought up, she said to 
him : ' Sir knight, let thy worship bear in mind the boon thou'st 
pleged me, and how in persuance thereof thou canst not engage 
in other adventure however urgent. Quiet thy breast, sir, for had 
the licentiate known 'twas thine ne'er-conquered arm that freed 
the galley-slaves, he would have put three stitches through his 
lips and thrice bit his tongue rather than say a word to your 
worship's disparagement. ' ' I swear the same before God, ' quoth 
the priest, ' and what's more, I'M have clipped my moustache. ' 

' I shall be silent, lady, ' responded Don Quijote, ' repressing 
the just rage that had arisen in my breast, continuing in calm- 
ness till I render thee thy promised boon. Rewarding me for my 
good-will, prithee tell me, if it harm thee not, what thy trouble 
is, and how many, who and what are the persons on whon I 
must give the deserved and entire vengeance. ' ' Gladly, ' replied 
Dorothea, ' if 'twill not weary thee to listen to cares and crosses.' 
' In no way, ' returned the knight. ' Attend then your worships 
to my story. ' The words were not out of Dorothea's mouth when 
Gardenio and the barber drew up to her side ; likewise Sancho, 
as much taken in as his master. Having seated hferself well in the 
saddle, with a cough and a few other helpful preliminaries she 
began in lively manner to tell the following tale : 

' First of all I wish your worships to know that my name is' — 
she hesitated a moment, having forgotten what name had been 
assigned her by the priest, who came to her rescue by saying : 
' 'Tis not at all strange, madam, that your highness is confused 
and embarrassed in retailing misfortunes, which are frequently 
of a nature to deprive persons of memory till they can't recall 


their own names, even as now when your ladyship forgets that 
hers is Princess Micomicona, lawful heiress to the great kingdom 
of Micomicon. With this reminder you can easily call to your 
suffering mind all that you would tell us. ' 

' True, ' replied the maiden, ' and I believe that henceforth it 
won't be necessary to prompt me and that I shall reach a safe 
port with my true story. Well, the king my father, Tinacrio the 
wise, was deeply versed in the so-called art of magic. He thereby 
discovered that my mother Queen Jaramilla, would die before he 
did, but that he too shortly would be obliged to quit the world, 
leaving me an orphan. Yet this, he said, didn't worry him so 
much as his certain knowledge that a towering giant, lord of a 
great island close to our kingdom, who is known as Pandafilando 
of the Sour Look — though his eyes are normal and are set 
properly, he always leers as if squinting, and this he does from 
pure deviltry, to scare people — my father knew, I say, that on 
hearing of mine orphanage this giant would overrun my kingdom 
with a powerful host and despoil me of everything, not leaving 
so much as a little hamlet for my refuge. I could escape all this 
ruin and disaster by marrying the beast, but so far as he could 
tell, I would never consent to such an enormity. And therein he 
spake true — not for a moment has yoking with this giant seemed 
possible to me, nor with any giant however huge or hellish he 
should prove. 

' My father also warned me not to try to defend myself, even 
though I saw Pandafilando preparing this invasion ; he urged 
me rather to abandon the country, would I save my good and 
loyal vassals : opposition to this giant's diabolical power would 
be vain, he declaTed, and mine only hope lay in setting out with 
a few subjects for Spain, where I should find the end of my 
troubles in the person of a certain knight-errant, whose fame by 
that time would have extended troughout the country under the 
name of Don Azote or Gigote, if my memory serve me. ' ' Quijote 
you mean, lady, ' suggested Sancho Panza ; ' otherwise known 
as the Knight of Sorry Aspect. ' 

' The same, ' said Dorothea ; ' my father described liim as tall 
of stature, lean visaged and with a grey mole with hairs like 


bristles on his right side beneath his left shoulder or thereabouts.' 
The knight on hearing this said to his servant : * Gome, Sancho 
son, and help me strip. I would see whether or no I am the knight 
of whom this all-knowing king prophesied, ' ' Why would your 
worship strip ? ' asked the maiden. ' To see if I have the mole 
your father made mention of. ' ' No need ', said Sancho, ' for I 
know your worship has such a mole in the middle of your back ; 
'tis a sign of strength. ' ' Proof enough, ' declared Dorothea, ' for 
among friends one can overlook trifles, and whether on back or 
shoulder is of no consequence. Wherever it is there's a mole 
somewhere, and being all one flesh, that is surely enough. Well, 
truly my father has proved a good prophet and I certainly have 
done right in entrusting myself to Senor Don Quijote, who must 
be the knight the king had in mind, since the marks of his face 
tally with those of the fame he enjoys, not alone in Spain but 
throughout La Mancha. Indeed scarce had I landed at Osuna 
when I heard tell of such deeds that then and there my spirit 
told me he was my man. ' 

' How, ' questioned Don Quijote, ' did your worship land at 
Osuna, dear lady, when it is no port. ' Ere she could reply the 
priest took the wheel saying : ' The princess meant us to under- 
stand, I think, that after she had landed at Malaga the first 
place she got wind of your worship was Osuna. ' ' That was 
the meaning I intended to convey. ' ' 'Tis clear enough now, ' 
said the priest ; ' please, your majesty, continue. ' ' There's no 
more to tell, save that already I think of myself as queen and 
mistress of my realm, since this knight of his courtesy and 
munificence has pledged himself to accompany whither I lead, 
which will be straight against Pandafilando of. the Sour Look, 
that my champion may slay him and restore me to that of which 
I was so unjustly deprived. I am sure that all this will come to 
pass exactly as we wish since my good father Tinacrio the wise 
foretold it. Also he left written in Chaldean or Greek, neither of 
which I can understand, a memorial to the effect that should the 
predicted knight, after he has beheaded the giant, desire my hand, 
I should at once offer myself as his lawful spouse, giving him 
possession of my person along with that of my kingdom. ' 



' How do things look now, friend Sancho ? ' called Don Quijote 
at this point ; ' do you hear what is being said ? what did I tell 
you ? haven't we a kingdom to govern and a queen to marry as 
I foretold ? ' ' I believe you, ' replied the squire, ' and the devil 
take him that refuses to tie up with this one after he has 
pricked Senor Pandahilado's wind-pipe. My, but isn't she ill- 
favoured though ! would that the fleas in my bed were like 
her ! ' and with this in great glee he cut a couple of capers in the 
air. He then clutched the bridle of Dorothea's mule, bringing it 
to halt, and kneeling before the lady prayed her stretch forth 
her hands for him to kiss, in token that he acknowledged her 
his queen and mistress. Who of those, observing the man's sim- 
plicity, could refrain from laughter ? The girl gave her hands and 
promised to make him a great lord of the realm when Heaven 
so far favoured her as to restore it to her possession and enjoy- 
ment ; for all whereof the squire thanked her in words that 
again caused merriment. 

' This, ' concluded the afflicted damsel; ' is my story. It alone 
remains to inform you that of the persons that escorted me from 
home none remains save this bearded squire, the others having 
perished in a violent tornado that swept upon us when already 
in sight of land ; by a miracle he and I on two planks were washed 
ashore. Indeed, as you have seen, a miracle and mystery is the 
whole course of my life. If in telling of it I 've laid undue stress 
on any one point or haven't been deflnite enough at another, set 
it down to the fact that, as the licentiate said, a series of excessive 
mishaps weakens the memory. ' 

' They shall not weaken mine, brave and noble woman, ' 
declared Don Quijote, ' however many I endure in thy service, 
however great and unparalleled they may prove. Let me confirm 
afresh the boon I have promised, taking mine oath to go with 
thee to the end of the world, or until I meet with thy rude perse- 
cutor, whose haughty head by God's aid and mine own arm I 
purpose to strike off with the edge of this, I cannot call trusty, 
sword, thanks to Gines de Pasamonte who carried off mine ; ' 
this last was said 'twixt his teeth, but he again spoke out : ' And 
after the giant has been decapitated and thou hast been put into 


peaceful possession of thy realm, 'twill be left to thy choice to 
dispose of thy person wherever most will give thee pleasure, for 
while my memory is filled, my will enslaved, my mind enthralled 
by her — I say no more — not for an instant can I contemplate 
marriage though with a phoenix. ' 

This decision of his master's so provoked the squire that with 
loud voice and deep feeling he cried : ' Seiior Don Quijote, I 
swear your worship is out of your head, or how can you hesitate 
to marry so noble a princess as this ? think you fortune offers 
snch a chance behind every little stone ? Does my lady Dulcinea 
chance to be more beautiful ? far from it — not by half ; nay, I'ld 
swear she doesn't come up to this princess's shoe. If, master, 
you go looking for dainties in the bottom of the sea, it's all up 
with my county. Marry her I say, marry her at once in the 
devil's name ; take this kingdom that comes to your hand free 
gratis for nothing, and when you are king, make me marquis or 
governor, and then let the devil take all. ' 

The knight could not listen unmoved to such blasphemy of his 
lady Dulcinea and raising his pike without saying so much as. 
This mouth is mine, gave Sancho two such whacks as to bring 
him to the ground, and had not Dorothea called to him to quit, 
he certainly would then and there have made an end of his 
squire. After a pause- he said : ' Do you think, you carle, that 
you are to insult me for ever; and that the sinning is always to 
be on your side and the pardoning on mine ? Don't imagine it 
for a moment, you excommunicated wretch, which is what you 
are, disparaging the peerless Dulcinea. Didn't you know, you 
farm-hand, you drudge and vagabond, that I couldn't kill a flea 
save by the might she infuses in mine arm ? Tell me, viper- 
tongued scoffer, who has won this kingdom, think you, and cut 
off the giant's head and made you marquis, all of which I consider 
as good as accomplished, who but the dauntless one of elToboso, 
using mine arm as the instrument of her deeds ? She fights and 
conquers in me and I live, move and have my being in her. O 
whoreson scoundrel, what an ingrate you are when, seeing 
yourself raised from the dust to be a titled lord, in return you 
speak ill of her that brought it about ! ' 


Sancho still had life enough to hear all his master said and 
rising rather nimbly fortified himself behind Dorothea's palfrey. 
From his new position he thus addressed his chider : ' Tell me, 
sire, if your worship has determined to forego this great princess 
and her kingdom, what favours will you have to bestow ? that 
is my grievance. In my opinion 'twere better for the present to 
pair off with this queen, now she's here as though the sky rained 
her, and later return to my lady Dulcinea — there must have 
been kings in the world that kept mistresses. As to beauty, I've 
naught to say : it must be confessed that I like them both, though 
Dulcinea I've never seen. ' ' How never have seen her, blasphe- 
mous traitor? didn't you but now bring me her message?' 
' I mean I've never seen her long enough to note particularly 
her beauty and her good parts piece by piece, though I approved 
of her in the lump. ' 

' Then I forgive you, ' said Don Quijote, ' and do you forgive 
the injury I offered, for our impulses are not in our hands. ' ' So 
I see, ' replied the other ; ' with me ever the impulse is to talk : 
I can't help saying once at least whatever comes to my tongue. ' 
' But hereafter, my son, you must mind your words, since the 
pitcher can go to the well so often — I say no more. ' ' Good, ' 
said the squire ; ' God's in his Heaven seeing our tricks, and 
He'll judge as to which does the greater wrong, I speaking or 
your worship doing it. ' ' Gome, no more of this, ' said Dorothea ; 
' run, Sancho, kiss your master's hand and crave pardon. Hence- 
forth be more careful with your praise and dispraise, speaking 
no ill of this lady Dulcinea, of whom I know naught save that I 
am her servant. Trust God and you'll not fail of a situation 
where you can live like a prince.' Sancho with bowed head 
begged the hand of his master who calmly gave it and after it 
was kissed added his blessing. 

The knight now said they should go a little in advance of the 
others, for he must question and converse with him on matters 
of moment. Sancho followed and when the pair were by them- 
selves, Don Quijote began : ' Since your return, my son, I've 
had neither time nor opportunity to hear particulars of your 
errand and the message you brought back. But now that fortune 


has granted both time and place, do not refuse me the pleasure 
of hearing good news. ' ' Let your worship ask anything you 
please, for I'll give everything as good exit as it had entrance. 
But I must beg of you, master, that in future you be less vin- 
dictive. ' ' Why do you call it that. ' • Because these last blows 
were due more to the quarrel the devil stirred up between us the 
other night than to aught I said just now against my lady 
Dulcinea, whom I love and reverence like a relic ; not that 
there's aught of that about her, only as a thing belonging to your 
worship. ' ' Drop that on your life, ' commanded Don Quijote, 
' for it offends. I have pardoned you once and you know the old 
saying. New sin, fresh penance. ' 

While thus in converse, they saw approaching on ass-back a 
man that, as he drew near, looked like a gipsy. Sancho Panza, 
whose eyes and heart were ever with asses, had scarce descried 
the fellow when he knew him for Gines de Pasamonte, and by 
the thread of the gipsy got at the reel his ass. Sure enough 
Dapple it was that Pasamonte rode. Not to be recognised and 
that he might sell the beast, Gines had assumed the garb of a 
gipsy, for he knew their language and many more as well as his 
own. Sancho, seeing and knowing him, at once cried out : ' Hi 
there, Ginesillo you thief, drop my treasure, leave me my life, 
meddle no more with my peace, return me mine ass, come here 
with my comfort, fly, you devil, clear out of here, you sharper, 
and give back what is not yours. ' There was no need for these 
vituperations for with the first Ginesillo jumped down and 
running as in a race was gone in a second. Sancho ran up to the 
ass and putting his arm about his neck said : ' How hast thou 
fared, my darling, thou Dapple of mine eye, my comrade ? ' and 
with this he kissed and caressed the beast as if it were a human 
being. The ass held its peace and suffered these kisses and 
caresses without answering a word. The others came up and 
congratulated Sancho on his find, especially Don Quijote who 
said that the order for the three ass-colts would hold just the 
same ; for which the squire showed himself most grateful. 

While master and man had been talking together, the priest 
told Dorothea that she had been very clever both with the 


brevity of her narrative and its likeness to those in the books of 
chivalry. She said she had often beguiled her leisure by reading 
them, but not knowing the different provinces and seaports, at 
random had made her landing-place Osuna. ' So I observed, ' 
said the priest, and that was why I broke in as I did, hoping to 
set things right. But is it not surprising to see how credulous 
this unfortunate man is toward all such stories and lies, simply 
because they conform to the style and manner of the nonsense in 
his books ? ' ' It is indeed, ' said Cardenio, ' and so strange and 
unparalleled that I doubt if there be wit keen enough to create 
the character in fiction. ' ' Another curious thing about it, ' con- 
tinued the priest, ' is that, notwithstanding the absurdities this 
gentleman utters in connection with his craze, if other matters 
be introduced, he speaks most rationally, which argues a clear 
and temperate understanding. Provided his chivalry be not 
touched upon, he would pass for a man of sound intelligence. ' 

While these were engaged with their conversation, Don Qui- 
jbte proceeded with his, saying to his squire : ' Touching our 
quarrels, Panza friend, let's cast the little hairs into the sea, and 
tell me now, without thought of grudge or grievance, where, 
when and how you found Dulcinea ? What was she doing? what 
did you say and what did she reply ? what her expression when 
reading the letter ? who copied it for you ? Tell me all you think 
worthy to be known, asked and answered, not adding and per- 
verting to give me pleasure, nor abbreviating and so depriving 
me thereof. ' 

' If the truth must be told, sir, ' began the squire, ' nobody 
copied the letter for I had none. ' ' Alas, too true ; two days after 
you left I found the little note-book still in my possession, which 
considerably concerned me, not knowing what you'ld do when 
you found you hadn't it, though I expected you to return as soon 
as you discovered our oversight. ' ' That I should have done had 
I not noted the letter down in my memory as your worship read 
it aloud, so I was able to repeat it to a parish-clerk, who copied 
it so accurately that he said that, though he had met with many 
letters of excommunication, this was the fanciest missive he had 
seen in all the days of his life. ' ' And have you it still in your 


memory? ' ' Nay, sire, for the moment I gave it him, I set about 
forgetting it, seeing it had no further use. If I recall any, it is 
the Scrubbing, I mean, Sovereign lady, with which it set out, 
and there at the end, Thine till death. The Knight of Sorry 
Aspect. Between these I placed more than three hundred my 
loves, my lifes and mine eyes. ' 


The delightful conversation 'twixt Don Quijote and his squire 
Sancho Pauza, together vdth other episodes 

* AT AUGHT of what you say displeases me, Sancho, so talk 
X\ on. You arrived at el Toboso and what was the queen of 
beauty doing ? Very likely you found her stringing pearls or 
embroidering some device in golden thread for this her captive 
knight. ' ' No, not these ; she was winnowing two bushels of 
wheat out in the corral. ' ' Then depend upon it, at the touch of 
her hand the grains of wheat changed to pearls. Did you notice, 
friend, whether 'twas white wheat or brown ?' ' 'Twas red, ' 
affirmed the squire. ' Then rest assured that when winnowed by 
her hands the bread made from this wheat was of the whitest ; 
but pass on. When you handed her my missal, did she kiss it, 
or place it on her head, or perform other ceremony befitting such 
a letter ? or what did she do ? ' 

' When I arrived, she was hard at it with a sieveful of the 
wheat ; she said to me : ' Lay the letter on yon sack, friend ; I 
can't look at it till I have done here. ' ' ' Gunning woman ! she 
wanted to pore over it word by word by herself. More, Sancho. 
While at this employment what words did she pass with you ? 
did she enquire about me, and you, what did you reply ? come, 
out with everything ; don't leave a drop in the ink-well. ' ' She 
asked me nothing, but I told her all about your worship doing 
penance for her sake, naked from the waist up and roaming these 
wilds like a savage, sleeping on the bare ground, not eating off 


a table-cloth nor combing your beard, but just weeping and 
cursing your luck. ' 

' You did wrong in saying I cursed my luck : I bless it all the 
days of my life, since it has made me worthy of loving so high a 
lady as Dulciuea del Toboso. ' ' So high is she, ' offered Sancho, 
' that believe me she beats me by more than a hand. ' ' And how 
did you come to measure with her ? ' ' It was this way : as I 
helped her with a bag of wheat onto an ass, we stood so close 
I couldn't help but notice she was the taller by more than a 
palm. ' ' And did she not adorn and unite her stature with a 
thousand million graces of person ? or at least you'll not .deny me 
this, Sancho, that while standing there you perceived a Sabaean 
odour, an aromatic fragrance, an impossible somewhat, difficult 
to describe, a fume, an exhalation, like some dainty glove-shop, 
is it not so ? ' ' What I can vouch for is that I sniffed an odour 
rather strong and goaty ; it must have been because she was all 
in a glow from constant exercise. ' ' 'Tis impossible ; you had a 
cold in the head peihaps or smelt yourself, for I know what 
would be the scent of that rose among thorns, that lily of the 
field, that liquid amber. ' ' Maybe you're right, for often I have 
noticed the odour on myself that then methought proceeded from 
her worship the lady Dulcinea. But that's nothing so wonderful, 
for one devil is like another. ' 

' Tell me, ' continued Don Quijote ; ' now that she has sifted 
her wheat and carried it to the mill, what happens when she 
reads the letter ? ' ' She didn't read it, for she didn't know how 
to read or write, she said. Instead she took and tore it into bits, 
saying she didn't want another to read it for her, lest the whole 
village know her secrets ; it was enough that I had informed her 
by word of mouth both of the love you felt for her and of the 
outlandish penance you were here undergoing. In the end she 
told me to say to your worship that she kissed your hands and 
that she desired more to see you than to write. So she begged and 
commanded by these presents that you quit your brambles and 
monkey-shines and at once set out for el Toboso, barring aught 
else of greater importance, for she longed greatly to see you. She 
laughed a good deal when I told her how you called yourself the 


Knight of Sorry Aspect. I asked her if that chap the Biscayan had 
put in an appearance. Yes, she said, and was a very decent sort 
of fellow. But, she added in answer to mine inquiries, none of 
the galley-slaves had shown up as yet. ' 

' So far, so good, ' declared the knight ; ' but tell me, Sancho, 
what jewel did she hand you as you took leave, as reward for the 
news you brought her ? 'Twas the use and honoured custom 
among knights and ladies-errant to give their squires, maids or 
dwarfs, that carried news from their damsels to them or from 
the knights to their ladies, some precious jewel as thank-offering 
for the message. ' ' That may well be and a good custom I call it, 
but all that must have been ages ago, for nowadays it seems to be 
the thing to bestow upon them bread and a little cheese, which 
was what my lady Dulcinea handed over the corral-wall as I was 
leaving ; and more by token the cheese was made from goats' 
milk. ' 

' She is liberal in the extreme, and if she didn't give you a 
golden jewel, it must be that she hadn't one handy. Sleeves are 
good after Easter, and when she and I meet, I'll make everything 
right. But do you know what I wonder at ? I feel as if you must 
have come and gone through the air : you were but a trifle over 
three days and yet it's more than thirty leagues from here to el 
Toboso. I fancy that the sage magician, he that is my friend and 
watches over mine affairs (for of necessity there is and must be 
one, else I shouldn't be an out-and-out errant), I imagfine that 
this fellow helped you on your way without your knowledge. 

' Indeed wizards are there that will take a sleeping knight from 
his bed and, without his knowing how, he awakes next day 
more than a thousand leagues from where he fell asleep. Were it 
not for this, adventurers could not aid one another, as they are 
wont to do. A knight for example is fighting a dragon or other 
fierce monster, or another cavalier, in the wilds of Armenia, and 
is getting the worst of it, is on the point of death in fact, and 
then, when least he looks for it, there dawns over against him on 
a cloud or chariot of fire another knight his friend, who a short 
time before had thought himself in England. He succours his 
friend and rescues him from death, and the latter that very 


evening finds himself home again with good appetite, though the 
two places are often as much as two or three thousand leagues 
apart — and all made possible through the zeal and science of the 
cunning warlocks that keep watch over valiant knights-errant. 
I do not find it hard to believe therefore that you actually went 
and returned in this short time, since, as I have intimated, some 
friendly necromancer could have carried you by flights without 
your perceiving it. ' 

' That might well have been, ' said Sancho, ' for to tell the 
truth Rocinante travelled like a gipsy's ass with quicksilver in 
its ears. ' ' Quicksilver there was without a doubt, ay, and a 
legion of devils besides, for devils are a tribe that travel them- 
selves and make others travel, just as they please and without 
weariness. But dropping this for the moment, where do you 
think my duty lies with respect to my lady-love's command that 
I go and see her ? I feel I am bound to comply with her request^ 
yet find myself handicapped by the boon promised to the prin- 
cess here, for the law of of chivalry bids me consider my pledge 
rather than my pleasure. On one hand my desire to see my lady 
fair besets and beseiges me, and on the other my given word and 
the glory of the achievement incite and summon. What I really 
think to do is to hasten by forced marches against this giant, cut 
his head off and establish the princess in the peaceful possession 
of her kingdom, and then at once return to behold the light that 
illumines my existence. I shall make such explanations that she 
will come to approve of my delay, seeing that it redounds to 
her greater glory and fame, inasmuch as all that I have achieved, 
am now achieving and shall achieve by arms in this life, is alone 
made possible by the favour she extends to me and by my being 
hers. ' 

' Alas, ' cried Sancho, ' how damaged is your worship's nod- 
dle ! Tell me truljy, sire, do you mean to take that long trip for 
nothing and let such a fine rich marriage slip between your 
fingers when they give you for dowry a whole kingdom, which 
they tell me is more than twenty thousand leagues around, pro- 
duces in abundance all the necessities of life and is bigger than 
Portugal and Castile combined ? Peace, for the love of God, and 


blush for what you said ; take my advice aad (forgive me) get 
married at the first village that boasts a priest, or better still 
here is our licentiate who will do as fine as can be. Remember 
I am old enough to give counsel, and this that I now give is 
right to the point, for better a sparrow in the hand than a 
vulture flying, and he that has good and chooses ill, 'twill never 
come again, complain as he will. ' 

' See here, Sancho, if you are urging me to marry, that, being 
made king after killing the giant, I may have the chance to bestow 
the promised reward, I would have you know that without 
marrying I can as easily satisfy your longing, for before entering 
the fight I shall particularly stipulate that when I issue victorious, 
they shall give as my fee, even if I don't marry, a certain part of 
the realm, and this I can pass on to whomever I please. And 
whom but you would you have me hand it to ? ' ' Now you are 
talking ; sire ; but see to it please that your portion lies along 
the coast, so that, if the life don't agree with me, I can ship off 
my black subjects and turn them into what I said. As to your 
worship, don't bother for the present about seeing my lady 
Dulcinea. Make haste instead to kill the giant : let's round up 
that business first, for my God but I cannot but think 'twill 
yield honour enough and considerable profit. ' ' I believe you're 
right, Sancho, and so far as you exhort me to champion the 
princess before seeing my sweetheart I shall obey. But take care 
you tell no one, not even those with us here, of what we have 
treated and conversed, for if Dulcinea is so modest that she 
would not have her thoughts known, 'twould not be fitting that 
I or another for me disclosed them. ' 

' Then why, ' asked the other, ' do you require all those 
conquered by your arm to go and present themselves before my 
lady, when this is as good as your signature that you love and 
wish her well, since they are supposed to knuckle down before 
her and say they come from your worship to render her obe- 
dience ? How then can the thoughts of either of you be hid ? ' 
' How silly and simple you are, Sancho ! can't you see that all 
this redounds to her greater exaltation ? You must know that in 
this our style of chivalry 'tis deemed great honour for a maiden 


to have many knights-errant in her service simply for her being 
what she is, without hoping for other reward for their many and 
worthy desires than that she shall deign to accept them as her 
knights. ' ' With that manner of love, ' said Sancho, ' the preach- 
ers tell us we should serve our Lord, for his own sake, moved'^ 
neither by hope of glory of fear of punishment. But I would 
love and serve Him for what He can do for me. ' ' The devil 
take you for a clown, Sancho, but what shrewd things you say 
at times ! one would think you had studied somewhere. ' 
' I cannot even read, ' said the other. 

They now heard Master Nicholas calling, for they were going 
to lay by and drink at a little spring. The knight accordingly 
drew rein, to the no small relief of his squire, o'er worn with his 
many lies and fearing lest his master at any time trip him, for 
though the rogue knew of Dulcinea as a peasant of el Toboso, 
never had he seen her face to face. They found Gardenio in the 
clothes Dorothea wore when first met with, and though little to 
brag of, they cast into the shade those he had shed. All having 
dismounted, they appeased their hunger to a limited extent by 
partaking of what the priest had snatched up at the inn. 

While thus they were seated about the spring, a boy coming 
up stopped and looked at them rather curiously, and then rushing 
up to Don Quijote embraced his legs, beginning to weep and 
whimper in a very knowing manner : ' Senor, senor, doesn't 
your worship remember me ? look again. I am that boy Andres 
your worship set free from the holm-oak to which I was tied. ' 
The knight knew him and taking him by the hand turned to his 
companions saying : ' That your worships may see how requisite 
knights-errant are in the world to redress the wrongs and injuries 
worked by the wicked and insolent that dwell therein, allow 
me to relate how as I passed through a wood the other day I 
heard loud screams and most pitiful cries as of one in great 
distress. Driven by my sense of duty I hastened to the spot 
whence the cries proceeded and found tied to an holm-oak this 
boy, who now stands before you I rejoice to say, for not in a 
single point will he as a witness let me lie. 

' The lad was, I repeat, tied to an oak, naked to the waist. 


and a farmer, his master as I afterwards learned, was scourging 
him with the reins of his mare. I immediately asked the cause of 
this outrage. The boor replied that the lad was his servant and 
certain acts of carelessness on his part bespoke the thief rather 
than the fool. To this the youth made answer : ' He Avhips me, 
sir, because I want my wages. ' The farmer blurted out some kind 
of pompous excuse, by me heard but not entertained. In short I 
made him untie the lad and promise to pay him real for real and 
all perfumed. Is not this true, Andres my son? Didn't you observe 
with what authority I commanded and with what humility he 
promised to carry out all I signified of my wishes and all I 
imposed upon him as demands ? Speak out, hesitate at nothing ; 
tell the gentlemen what occurred, that it may be seen and believed 
what a God-send errants are along these roads. ' 

' All that your worship has said is true enough, ' the boy 
replied, ' but the end of that business was very different from 
what you imagine. ' ' How different ? didn't he pay you at once ? ' 
' He not only didn't pay me but as soon as your worship was 
out of the wood and we were alone, tying me again to the oak 
he gave me another belting, which this time left me like a flayed 
Saint Bartholomew. And at every stroke he made a fool of your 
worship, uttering some jest or pleasantry that would have made 
me laugh had I been less in torture. In fine he used me so ill 
that ever since I have been in a hospital, trying to recover from 
the effects of his cruelty. For all of which your worship may be 
thanked, for had you kept your road and not come where you 
weren't wanted, my master would have been content to give me 
a dozen lashes or so and then paying my wages let me go free. 
But when your worship abused him without reason, calling him 
those names, his wrath was roused, and as he couldn't take it 
out of you, the storm burst upon me to such an extent that I fear 
I shall never be a man again as long as I live. ' ' My leaving you 
before you were paid was the cause of the trouble, ' apologised 
jDon Quijote ; ' long experience should have taught me that no 
boor keeps his word, unless he sees 'tis to his advantage. But 
remember this, boy, that I swore to hunt this fellow out though 
he hid in the hollow of a whale. ' ' Which is of no help to me, ' 


whimpered Andres. ' You shall see whether 'tis of help or not ; ' 
and saying this the knight rose, ordering Sancho to bridle 
Rocinante, who was off feeding while they were at their meal. 

Dorothea asked her champion what he was preparing and 
received the answer that he was about to run that farmer down 
and punish him for this devilish turn, seeing to it that Andres 
was paid to the uttermost farthing, in spite and in the teeth of 
all the farmers of the world. Dorothea urged him to forget not 
that in compliance with his pledge he could not engage in any 
project till he had settled her little affair, and as he knew this 
better than anyone, he should calm himself till his return from 
Micomicon. ' You are right, ' acknowledged her protector, ' and 
Andres shall have to be patient till then as you say, but I again 
promise and swear I'll not stop short of seing him paid and 
avenged. ' ' These oaths are naught to me, ' returned Andres ; 
' the wherewithal to take me to Seville would mean more at 
present than all the vengeance in the world. If you have aught 
that I may eat and take with me, give it and God be with yout 
worship and all knights-errant, and may they be as erring toward 
themselves as they have been toward me. ' 

Sancho drew some bread and cheese from his store and giving 
to the lad said : ' Take this, brother Andres, for to all of us falls 
a share in your misfortune. ' ' And what share falls to you ? ' 
' This share of the bread and cheese, for God knows whether I 
shall miss them or not. I'M have you know, friend, that we 
squires of errant knights are exposed to biting hunger, bad luck 
and a thousand other things more easily felt than imparted.' 
Andres seized the bread and cheese and finding that was to be 
all, lowering his head took the road in his hands. It must be 
stated however that at parting he called to Don Quijote : ' By 
the love of God, sir knight-errant, should you run across me 
again, though I am being hacked to bits, don't come to my 
rescue : leave me to mine evil fate, which won't be so bad but 
'twill be made worse by any interference from your worship, 
whom may God confound with all the errants that ever were 
born in the world. ' Don Quijote rose to chastise this insolence, 
but the lad took to his heels with sufficient nimbless to discour- 

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rage any pursuit, Our adventurer was not a little chagrinned ; 
that he might not be utterly discomfited, the others, though with 
real difficulty, controlled their amusement. 

Don Quijote and his company at the inn 

THEIR welcome repast ended, the company saddled and 
mounted, and with naught occurring worth the mention, 
the next day found them at that inn so especially dreaded 
and detested of Sancho Panza who, though now loth to enter, 
couldn't well escape it. The keeper, wife, daughter and Mari- 
tornes, on seeing Don Quijote and his squire approaching, with 
manifest pleasure came out to greet them. The knight, receiving 
their welcome a little coldly, bade them prepare a better bed 
than last time. The wife replied that, if paid better, she'ld prepare 
one fit for a prince. Her guest promised and they got him a 
reasonably good one, up there in the straw-loft. He immediately 
retired, being fairly used up both in mind and body. No sooner 
was his door shut than the wife made for the barber and seizing 
him by the beard cried : ' Gome, by the Gross, off with my tail ; 
it's an outrage the way my husband's comb goes kicking about 
the floor. ' But the barber wouldn't relinquish it till the priest 
had told him there was no need of further disguise : the barber 
could tell Don Quijote that when those rogues the galley-slaves 
trimmed him, he fled to this inn. Should he ask after the prin- 
cess's squire, they'ld say she had despatched him in advance to 
notify her subjects of her return with their common liberator. 
So the beard was restored, together with the other borrowed 

The inn-folk could not but marvel at Dorothea's beauty and the 
youth Gardenio's noble bearing, for whom and all the priest bade 
them serve as good a meal as their stock allowed, and the keeper 
in hope of better pay prepared a tolerable dinner. The knight 
was still sleeping, and 'twas thought better not to waken him. 


since sleep just Ihen was a better restorative than food. At their 
meal, with the inn-folk present, they discussed their friend's 
derangement and the exigency wherein he had been found. The 
wife, to balance that, described the scuffle 'twixt him and the 
carrier and, seeing that Sancho wasn't about, followed with a 
full account of the tossing, which diverted not a little. The priest 
chanced to remark that it was his reading books of chivalry had 
so turned Don Quijote's brain, which caused the innkeeper to 
reply : 

' I don't see how that can be ; in my opinion there's no better 
reading in the world. I own two or three of these books along 
with some other writings, and they have been the breath of life, 
not alone to me, but to many others. In harvest-time during the 
siesta the reapers are wont to gather here, and as there's always 
someone that can read, he takes up one of those volumes, while 
more than thirty of us sit round listening with such pleasure that 
it keeps off a thousand grey hairs. At least for myself I can say 
that when they tell about those furious frightful blows the knights 
deliver, I am seized with a longing to do the same, and I could 
hear about them night and day. ' ' And I no less, ' chimed in his 
wife, ' for I never have a quiet moment in the house except when 
you are so absorbed in listening that you forget to scold. ' ' True, ' 
volunteered Maritornes, ' and faith I myself like the dainty 
things, most of all when they tell about a lady in her knight's 
arms under the orange-trees, and the duenna standing guard, 
dying with envy and fright. 'Tis as good as honey to me. ' 

' And how do these books impress you, young lady, ' said the 
priest, addressing the innkeeper's daughter. ' On my honour, sir, 
I can't say. I don't understand much of what they're about. 
However I listen and to tell the truth like them pretty well. I 
don't care for the blows my father sets such store by ; give me 
instead those laments the knights drop into when absent from 
their lady-loves. Indeed I sometimes weep with compassion for 
them. ' ' Then would you console them, were it you they wept 
for ? ' asked Dorothea. ' I don't know what I should do. I only 
know that some of their sweethearts are so cruel that they call 
their cavaliers tigers, lions and a thousand other not nice names. 

XXXII THE innkeeper's reading 193 

Jesu, what kind of folk can they themselves be, so without soul 
or conscience that they'll let an honest man die or go mad rather 
than look at him. I don't know why they should be as prudish 
as all that. If it's for their honour's sake, let them marry them, 
which is all the knights are after. ' ' Hold your tongue, chit, ' 
interrupted the mother ; ' you don't seem ignorant of these 
matters and girls shouldn't know or say so much. ' ' As this 
gentleman asked me, ' the daughter murmured, ' I couldn't but 
answer him. ' 

' Gome then, ' said the licentiate to his host, ' fetch me those/ 
books — I want to see them. ' ' With all my heart, ' replied the 
other, who soon returned from his bedroom with a small valise 
and some neatly written manuscript. The first book chanced toi 
to be Don Cir^ongilio of Thrace. Feli xmarte of Hyrc ania was thel 
next and 'tEe^ third the History of the Great Captain Dpnjjqnzalol 
Hernandez of Cordova together with the Life of Diego 
PafSdesTDn reading the first two titles the priest remarked to the 
barber : ' Our friend's housekeeper and niece should be here. ' 
' I shall do as well for carrying them to the corral, ' replied the 
other, ' or better still we can throw them onto the hearth where 
burns a good fire. ' ' Would your worships burn my books then? ' 
demanded the innkeeper. ' Only these two, ' answered the priest, 
' Don Cirongilio and Felixmarte. ' ' Is it because they are heretics 
and phlegmatics that you'ld have them go to the fire ? ' ' Schis- 
matics you should say, friend, ' volunteered the barber. ' You 
are right, ' accepted the host ; ' but if you burn any, let it be 
the Lives of the Great Captain and Diego Garcia ; I'd rather 
they burn a child of mine tham either of the others. ' 

' But, my dear brother, ' counselled the priest, ' these books 
steeped in falsehood are really the worst kind_of trash, while the 
history of the great captain is a true account of events in the_life 
of G6nzalo Hernandez of Cordova, who for his many and great 
deeds was everywhere deservedly known as the Great Captain — 
an illustrious epithet and rightly applied to him alone. And this 
Diego Garcia de Paredes was a gentleman of note of the city of 
Trujillo in Estramadura, a most valiant soldier and possessing 
such strength that with one finger he checked a mill-wheel in full 


course. Again, when posted with a two-handed sword at the 
entrance of a bridge, he kept an immense army at bay, and per- 
formed other feats which, had another than himself related them 
with glowing pride in place of the modesty of a gentleman that 
is his own historian, would have put the Hectors', Achilleses' and 
Rolands' noses out of joint. ' 

• Go talk with my father, ' replied the innkeeper ; ' what is 
that to marvel at — the stopping of a mill-wheel ? My God, sir, 
you ought to read what I read of Felixmarte of Hyrcania, how 
with a single back-stroke he cut five gialilb in two a* pleasantly 
as though they had been the bean-pod friars little children make. 
And another time he hurled himself against a prodigious army 
numbering one million, six hundred thousand fighting men, all 
armed cap-a-pie, and sent them flying like a flock of ewes. And 
how shall I praise Don Cirongilio of Thrace,, who was that bold 
and reckless the book says, that once as he was sailing up a 
river and a fierce serpent leapt from the water, he jumped on its 
scaly back, squeezing its neck so tightly that the dragon's only 
hope was to drop to the bottom, carrying the determined knight 
along with it. When they arrived down there, he found himself 
mid palaces and gardens wondrously beautiful. The serpent was 
straightway transformed into an old greybeard, who told him 
things as were never heard. Why, sir, should you listen to this 
book, you'ld go mad with pleasure. Two figs for your Great 
Captain and Diego Garcila. ' 

On hearing this Dorothea whispered to Gardenio : ' Our host 
lacks little of making an under-study to the Knight ot" Sorry 
.AsgegtT' ' So it seems tOTner^-assea^ed-Gai'denio ; ' ills clear he 
believes that all in these books is truth and barefoot friars 
couldn't persuade him otherwise. ' ' Be assured, brother, ' the 
ptiest now ventured to the innkeeper, ■ there never in the 
world existed a Felixmarte of Hyrcania, a Don Girongilio of 
Thrace- or any of the knights tKe books"of chivalry" gfattle of. 
'Tis all the idle creation of wits with time on their hands, hatch- 
ing these stories that others like your reapers may be amused?^ 
I am willing'to take^mine oath that such knights never lived and 
such feats and follies never happened. ' ' To another dbg with 

XXXII THE innkeeper's reading 195 

that bone ! as though I didn't know how many make five and 
where the shoe pinches. Don't try to feed me with pap : I am Ao 
chicken. A^,g5oa'joke,j^sn't it, for youtojjrge that everything in 
these books is either false~orftre11iHrwhenthey^ii^ul^^ with 
the license of tRe~Ttryat-€qqucii — as th'ougJTj Eey'werB-perso is 
to leTuiIeap~ornes~l3Bqprmted7^ith battles and encKa iitihents 
enoagh to ^rije-ysu out of your senses J^^_, \ 

' 1 have Ijefore told yon/ replied the priest, ' that these books 
were written for the diversioirr©f^(>u£^idle--lJboiights. Even as; 
chess, tennis and billiards are suffered in well-ordered states for 
the bene&t of those that either don't "vrish or aren't obliged or are 
unable to work, so license is "giYe»~liQE_ the-psinting of these 
books, on the perfectly natural supposition that none is so 
ignoranTas to4hink them true. Were it fit occasion and did the 
present'Bompany demand it^^ I could set forth what decent books 
of chivsfcy. should contain if they are to be of profit as well as 
of pleasure. I trust the time will come whenj_can Sommunicate 
my ideas to «»e in a position to remedy matters. In the mean- 
time, jaiat^innkeeper, endeawe«r"to^e persuaded — take your 
books^nd resolve whether they be truth or falsehood and much 
good may they-da-yott, Grod forbid that you go lame on the same 
foot your guest Don Quijote now halts on. ' ' Never that, ' the 
innkeeper assured him ; ' I shan't go so far as to turn knight- 
errant, for I clearly see that things are not as they were when 
those famous knights are said to have roamed the world. ' 

Sancho had entered the room in the midst of this conversation 
and stood puzzled and thoughtful over what he heard, chiefly 
that knights-errant were no longer in vogue and that all the books 
of chivalry were nonsense and lies. He resolved, however, to 
wait and see how his master's present trip resulted, and if 
naught like what he expected came of it, he'ld quit him and 
return to his old job, his wife and his children. 

(The next two chapters are occupied with the novel of The 
Impertinent Paul Pry, matter entirely irrelevant to the main 
narrative, which gains by its omission). 



The wild and wonderful battle 'twixt Don Quijote and 
some sacks of red wine 

THERE still remained a little of the novel to be read when 
Sancho Panza burst into the room exclaiming : ' Hurry, 
sirs, and help my master, for he's in the midst of the stoutest 
and bloodiest battle ever I laid eyes on. By the living God, with 
one slash he cut my lady the Princess Micomicona's enemy the 
giant's head clean off like a turnip. ' ' What are you talking 
about, man?' returned the priest ; ' are you crazy? How the 
devil can this be when the giant is two thousand leagues from 
here ? ' At this moment they heard a furious noise in the room 
above and Don Quijote shouting : ' Hold, thief, brigand ! hold, 
scoundrel ! now I have you where your scimetar shall avail you 
naught. ' It sounded as if he were making stout hacks at the wall, 
and again the squire cried : ' Don't stop to listen, but quick, and 
either help my master or break up the fight, though 'twill be 
too late — the giant is surely dead by this time all right, giving 
account to God for his wicked life, for I saw his blood running 
over the floor and his head tumble off as big as a wine-sack. ' 
' May I die, ' quoth the keeper, ' if Don Quijote or Don the 
devil hasn't used his sword on one of the sacks of red wine there 
at the head of his bed. This must be the blood the good man 
says he saw. ' 

They all now rushed into the room and found Don Quijote in 
the strangest guise in the world. His only apparel was his shirt 
which barely covered his thighs in front and was three inches 
shorter behind. His legs were lank and long, hairy and none 
too clean. On his head perched a little greasy red cap belonging 
to the innkeeper and wound about his arm was that bed-blanket 
so utterly loathed (for reasons best known to himself) by Sancho 
Panza. In his right hand he held his drawn sword, wherewith 
he was thrusting in every direction, crying out as though actually 


at close-quarters with a giant. The remarkable thing about it was 
his eyes where shut : he still slept and was dreaming this battle. 
His imagination had become so intoxicated with the forthcoming 
adventure, he dreamt he had reached the kingdom of Micomicon 
and was already at it with his foe. He had hacked away at the 
wine skins, believing them the giant, till now the room was 
running over with the ruddy liquid. 

The innkeeper in a flaming rage threw himself on his knightly 
guest, beginning to pound him so heavily with closed fist that 
had not Gardenio and the priest rushed to the rescue, the giant 
would have won the day. Yet with all this the poor gentleman 
did not waken till the barber threw a large bucket of cold well- 
water on his body. Though this brought him to, he still didn't 
realise his plight, and Dorothea, be it said, observing how light 
and short his garb, of her own accord withdrew from this conflict 
'twixt her champion and her foe. As for Sancho, he looked all 
over the floor for the giant's head and not finding it declared : 
' Now am I certain this place is enchanted from beginning to 
end, for once before on the spot where now I stand they gave 
me many a thump and jab without my knowing whence they 
came nor was anyone visible, and now has disappeared that head 
which with these very eyes of mine I saw drop off and the blood 
spout from the body as from a fountain. ' ' What blood and what 
fountain, you enemy of God and his saints ? ' cried the keeper ; 
' don't you see, you rogue, that they're naught but the gutted 
sacks with all their wine swimming in this room ? May I see the 
soul that gutted them swimming in hell ! ' ' All I say is, ' returned 
the squire, ' that through not finding this head my luck will be 
that my county will melt like salt in water. ' Sancho awake was 
worse than his master asleep, so possessed was he by the 
promises" thaTKaii 'b^if15QS3eTrffn! — — — -. 

Seeing the Hensity of the squire and the havoc wrought by 
his master, the innkeeper despaired, and swore they wouldn't get 
off this time without paying the reckoning : that the privileges of 
chivalry shouldn't avail them from footing both accounts, even 
to the buttons ripped off the damaged skins. The priest took 
Don Quijote by the hands, and he believing he had finished that 


adventure and was now in the presence of the princess Micomi- 
cona, knelt before him saying : ' Thy majesty, noble and fair 
one, can live from this day forth without fear of harm from this 
misbegotten monster, and as well am I now free from my prom- 
ise, since by the aid of the Most High and the favour of her 
through whom I live and breathe, I have fulfilled it. ' ' Didn't I 
tell you? ' said Sancho on hearing this ; ' I wasn't so drunk after 
all. The giant is salted down all right ; we're safe on the bulls ; 
no fears for my county ! ' Who could help laughing at the mum- 
meries of master and man? and laugh they did, all save the 
landlord, who wished himself to the devil. In the end the barber, 
priest and Gardenio managed to get Don Quijote into bed again 
and there they left him sleeping, with signs of utter fatigue. 

(The novel of The Impertinent Paul Pry is now finished and in 
the next chapter Gardenio and Dorothea meet their respective 
loved ones, Lucinda and Don Fernando. A general reconciliation 
takes place and the history proceeds). 


The history of the famous infanta Micomicona continued, 
together with other pleasant incidents 

SANCHO overheard the foregoing with no slight disappoint- 
ment, seeing all his hopes for a title vanish in smoke. The 
fair princess Micomicona had changed into Dorothea and the 
giant into Don Fernando ; and his master all the while sleeping 
the sleep of the jiist. He alone was the wronged, the unlucky, 
the sad one, and with heavy heart he repaired to Don Quijote 
who was just awakening. ' Sleep on. Sir Sorry Aspect, sleep 
all the sleep you will, and take no thought of butchering any 
giant or restoring the princess to her kingdom, for all is over 
and done. ' ' That I can well believe, for but now I engaged with 
the giant in the bloodiest and most outrageous battle ever I hope 
to experience in all the days of my life. With one back-stroke, 


swish, I tumbled his head to the earth, and so much blood poured 
forth that streams as of water ran along the ground. ' ' As of red 
wine you might better say, for you must know, master, if you 
don't already, that the dead giant is naught but a hacked pig- 
skin, the blood twenty-four gallons of red wine from its belly, 
the lopped-off head the jade that bore me, and the devil take all.' 

' What are you talking so wildly about, you fool ? have you 
lost your wits ? ' the other rebuked him. ' Let your worship rise, 
and you'll see for yourself the pretty mess you've made, and 
what's more we shall have to pay for it. You will see too how 
the queen is converted into a private lady called Dorothea, 
together with other events which, if you dip into them, will sur- 
prise you. ' ' The other time I told you, Sancho, that everything 
that happened here was a thing of enchantment, nor would it be 
strange if it were the same now. ' ' All of which I could easily 
swallow, had my blanketing been of that breed, but instead 'twas 
a thing as true as you live. I saw this very innkeeper take hold 
of one corner and toss me skywards with much mirth and muscle 
and with as much one as t'other. Though simple and a sinner, I 
hold that when you recognise people, 'tis Titrt enchantment but a 
good deal ofBlack'and btue,-attd hard hrcK'besides. ' ' Enough for 
thepresettl,^-^»&Q4Hiote-as9ttred^l!mn7~'for God will bring it all 
straight in the end. Hand me my clothes and let me get out of 
here ; I would behold these transformations and other matters 
you tell of. ' 

Sancho gave him his apparel, and during the time of his 
dressing, the priest was relating to Don Fernando and the other 
new comers at the inn the story of his friend's madness and the 
artifice they had employed for getting him away from Pena Pobre, 
where he imagined the disdain of his lady-love had placed him. 
He told them as well of the adventures Sancho had described, by 
all of which they were both amazed and amused, for it seemed to 
every one the strangest delusion mind distraught could hold. 
The priest added that since Dorothea's good-fortune had upset 
their former plan, they must think up another that would get 
their friend home. Cardenio proposed that instead they continue 
with their present scheme with Lucinda in the place of Dorothea. 


' By no means, ' declared Don Fernando ; ' I wish Dorothea to 
keep on in her disguise ; this gentleman's village can't be far 
and I am anxious to assist in his relief. ' ' 'Tis no more than 
two days hence, ' stated the priest. ' And were it more, ' replied 
the other, ' I should be happy to travel them with such a worthy 
purpose. ' 

At this moment the knight appeared, in full array of arms, 
with the battered helmet of Mambrino on, embracing his shield 
and leaning on his pike. Don Fernando and the others were 
spell-bound by the extraordinary presence of the man, his pale 
gaunt face half-a league long, his job-lot of arms and grave 
courtly manner. They silently waited to see what he would say, 
and at last, with much dignity and repose, directing his eyes 
toward the lovely Dorothea, he began : 

' My squire informs me, most fair one, that thy rank has been 
reduced and thy identity transformed : in short that from the 
^queen and great lady thou wast, thou hast been converted into a 
damsel of no degree. If the wizard king thy father be guilty of 
this, fearing lest I might not give the due and necessary aid, 
believe me he did not and does not know half his art, being little 
versed in the traditions of chivalry. Had he studied and examined 
them as closely and deliberately as I, he'ld have learned that 
knights of less than my renown have again and again achieved 
more difficult successes. 'Tis no great feat to kill a paltry giant, 
however formidable he may be. Indeed a short time since I 
found myself in the company of one, and — but I prefer to be 
silent lest they tell me I lie. Time, the revealer of all things, will 
say it for me when least we expect it. ' 

' You found yourself with no giant but with two wine-skins, ' 
broke in the landlord. But Don Fernando told him to hold his 
tongue and not interrupt his guest, who proceeded saying : ' I 
beg of thee therefore, noble and disinherited lady, that if thy 
father for the reason assigned worked this metamorphosis in thy 
person, do thou put no trust in him, since not in the world is 
there peril through which my sword won't cleave a way, and 
shortly by that stroke whereby I tumbled thine enemy's head to 
the ground, shall I place thy country's crown on thine. ' The 


knight here made an end, waiting for the princess to reply, and 
she, knowing Don Fernando's determination that the trick of 
taking the poor man home should be persisted in, with playful 
seriousness began : 

' Whoever told thee, valiant knight of Sorry Aspect, that 
I had been converted and transformed, didn't speak truly, for 
I am the same to-day as yesterday. Certain lucky strikes have 
made slight variations in me to be sure, for they have given me 
the best of all I desire but on no account have I ceased to be 
what formerly I was, and I still intend to avail myself of the might 
of thy bold invincible arm. And so, my lord, let thy goodness 
again honour my father, regarding him as prudent and saga- 
cious, since by his science he discovered the right and easy way 
to repair my disgrace. I feel however that were it not for thee, 
never should I have met with my recent good-fortune. That 
I speak the truth, most of the gentlemen here will bear witness. 
On the morrow we shall again set forth — to-day we couldn't 
get far — and I leave to God and the spirit in thy breast my 
further expected deliverance. ' 

Thus spake the cunning Dorothea, and on hearing her Don 
Quijote turned to his squire and said rather bitterly : ' I take 
mine oath, Sanchuelo, that you are the greatest rapscallion in 
all Spain. Didn't you just tell me, you vagabond thief, that this 
princess hadTSSCbme a girl named Dorothea, and that the head 
I believed I had cut from a giant was the jade that bore you, 
along with a lot of other nonsense that put me into worse con- 
fusion than I have known in all the days of my life ? I swear — ' 
and here he looked upward and gritted his teeth, ' I shall make 
such an end of you as will put salt in the brain-pan of all the 
lying knight-errant squires that ever will be. ' ' Let your worship 
calm yourself, ' replied Sancho ; ' maybe I was mistaken with 
regard to the conversion of my lady the princess Micomicona, 
but in the matter of the giant's head — certainly in the hacking 
of the skins and the blood being naught but red wine — by God 
I was right, for the skins still lie there sorely wounded at the 
bed's head, and the red wine has made a little pond of the room. 
If you don't believe me, wait till the eggs come to be fried, that 


is when master innkeeper hands in his bill, looking for damages. 
For the other I rejoice that the lady queen is as she was, since 
my share will come to me as to every neighbour's son. ' 

To this his master returned : ' Sancho forgive me ; you are 
naught but a scatter-brain. But come, enough of this. ' ' Enough, 
not a syllable more, ' echoed Don Fernando ; ' we'll pass the 
evening in pleasant converse and on the morrow, as the princess 
advises, we'll all set out in your company, as we wish to 
witness the valiant and unheard-of deeds our knight is to per- 
form in the progress of his great undertaking. ' ' It is I that shall 
wait upon and accompany you,' replied Don Quijote, ' since I am 
more than grateful for the favour shown and the good opinion 
entertained toward me, and this shall I endeavour to justify or let 
it cost me my life, and more, if more be possible. ' 

The night had now set in and under the direction of Don 
Fernando's attendants the landlord had used his best pains in 
preparing a supper. They all sat down to a long table as in a 
refectory, since the inn didn't boast a round or square one. The 
seat of honour was given to Quijote who, at last consenting, 
desired that the lady Micomicona sit by him, her champion and 
protector. Lucinda and Zoraida sat next to Dorothea, while 
^ opposite sat Don Fernando and Gardenio with the captive and 
other gentlemen at their side, and the priest and barber next 
the ladies. It was a happy gathering and their pleasure was 
heightened when Don Quijote, moved by the same impulse that 
occasioned his mid-dinner address to the goatherds, again inter- 
rupted his eating and began : 

' Truly, friends, if you reflect upon it, great and unbelievable 
things do they witness that profess the order of errantry. For who 
of living men, entering in at the gate of this castle and beholding 
us here, could believe that we are what we are ? who would 
imagine that this lady at my side is the great queen we all know 
her to be, or that I am that Knight of Sorry Aspect that is trump- 
eted abroad by the mouth of fame ? There can be no doubt that this 
art and exercise surpasses all that men have hitherto discovered 
— and so much the more is it esteemed as it is the more exposed 
to perils. Away with all that hold letters more glorious than 


arms, for whoever they be, to them I say they know not whereof 
they speak. Their main tenet is that the w orkings of the spirit 
are of a h igher "order than those of the body upon which, they ' 
say, the calling of arms solely depends — as thougtrTwere a kind 
of porter's jotr where gre at s tre u gttT is tlie only requisite, and as 
though in iMs profession which we its followers call arms were 
not included such acts of prowess as demand the highest intel- 
ligence, or as though the spirit of the warrior that undertakes the 
command of an army or the defence of a beleaguered city were 
not as actively engaged as his body. Does it perchance perl un to 
physical strength to know and conjecture the enemy's iitent, 
designs, strategems ; the surmounting of difficulties or Ih 3 pre- 
vention of certain ruin ? Surely not, for all those are matt srs of 
the understanding, wherein the body plays no part. 

' If then we are agreed that arms no less than letters requires 
intelligence, next let us see which of the two vocations, that of the 
writer or that of the warrior, is tHe^MBce-ac^ous^ which know- 
ledge~~we- shalt arrive at by a survey of their several aims. iThat 
calling is to be the more highly estemed that has the nobler end as 
its moving life. I speak not now of divine letters, whose sole 
endeavour is to lead souls to Heaven — such a sublime aim lean 
yield to no other. But the end and goal of human letters is to r( gu- 
late distributive justice, to give every man his due and to see I a it 
that good laws are observed — an object generous and nobh to 
be sure and worthy great praise, yet not so glorious as the ; lim 
of arms, which is peace — the greatest good to be desired of nen 
in this life. Thus the first good- tidings that came to mankind ^ vas 
the song the angels sang in the sky that night which is now jur 
day, Glory be to God in the highest and on earth peace, go od- 
will toward men. And the salutation the blessed Master of 
Heaven and earth taught his disciples and chosen few when they 
entered a house was. Peace be upon this house, and many 
another time He said to them. My peace I give you, or. My peace 
I leave with you, or. Peace be unto you — a precious gift 
indeed, given by such a hand : a jewel without which there can 
be no happiness, neither in Heaven nor on earth. 

' This peace is the proper end of war and therefore of arms. 


Granting this and that thei:fil>y-tibe..aim„of war is higher than the 
aim of letters, let us compare the bodily labours -of JJie-w*iter 
afTS^oFthe warrior, and see which are the more arduous. ' Oar 
knight proceeded in his discourse with such rational sequence 
that none of his listeners could have supposed him mad. Instead, 
since all were of the rank of gentlemen, who follow arms from 
birth, they heard him with entire absorption. So he continued : 
' Now the student's trials are, first of all, poverty ; not that all 
are poor, but I wish to put their case as forcibly as I can, and 
in saying they suffer poverty, it seems to me I couldn't assign 
them a harder lot, for he that is poor is denied all the comforts 
of life. 

' This poverty the student experiences in several forms : to-day 
in hunger, to-morrow in cold, again in nakedness and at times 
all three together. Yet his hunger is not so great but that he gets 
something to eat, though it may come a little later than usual or 
from the tables of the rich or, and this is the greatest humiliation 
of all, he may have to go to the soup, as they call it. Nor is there 
ever lacking a neighbour's fireside or chimney-corner, which, if 
it doesn't warm, at least dulls the winter's edge. The night they 
pass comfortably enough, sleeping under cover. I need not 
mention such trifles as their limited stock of shirts and shoes, 
their thin threadbare clothing and their tendency to overeat when 
some happy chance sets a banquet before them. For along this 
rough uneven road stumbling, falling, rising but to fall again, 
they reach their goal at last, and when they have escaped these 
Syrtes, Scyllas and Gharybdises, many of them to our knowledge 
have been borne on the wings of fortune and set down to rule 
and govern the world. Now is their hunger become feasting, 
their cold refreshment, their nakedness fair raiment and their 
rush-mats damasks and fine linen. All these are rewards due 
their stedfastness through trials — trials, however, that seem 
small when compared with those of the warrior, as I shall now 
proceed to show. ' 



Don Quijote's subtle discourse concerning arms and 


' TT^VEN as in the student's case -^e began with his poverty and 
X_J its effects, ' continued Don Quijote, ' let us examine now 
whether the soldier as regards worldly goods be any better off. 
Instead we shall find him poorer than poverty itself, since he is 
dependent on miserable pay that comes late or never, and on 
plundering, to the considerable peril of life and conscience. At 
times indeed the scantiness of his apparel is such that a slashed 
doublet serves for both shirt and uniform, while in mid-winter on 
the open plain he must needs protect himself from foul weather 
with naught more substantial than the breath of his mouth which, 
contrary to all nature in coming from an empty place, comes 
forth cold. But let him wait till night comes, atoning for these 
discomforts by the bed it allows him. This, if he behave, will 
never sin in over-narrowness, for he can quickly measure on the 
ground as many feet as required, and without fear of rumpling 
the sheets toss to his heart's content. 

' And now let us suppose the time come for taking his pro- 
fessional degree, in other words the day of battle is at hand 
whereon he is to receive his doctor's cap, made of lint to stop a 
bullet-hole through his temples it may be or that has crippled an 
arm or a leg. Should this luck fail him and merciful Heaven 
bring him through well and alive, he finds himself in his old 
poverty still and is obliged to engage in several battles more and 
be victor in all ere he can better himself — and a miracle of this 
kind is rare indeed. For tell me, friends, if you've given it 
thought, how many fewer have been advanced by war than have 
perished therein ? Surely you'll aver there's no comparison : that 
they that have fallen in war cannot be reckoned while they that 
have profited thereby can we set down in three figures. The 


reverse is the case with men of letters, who by fees or emoluments 
all manage to keep afloat. So then, even as the soldier's toil is the 
greater, is his reward distinctly less. Against this it may be said 
that it's considerably easier to reward two thousand writers than 
thirty thousand warriors : the former can be given offices native 
to their profession while soldiers can be satisfied only out of 
their lord's treasury. But this difficulty serves rather my side of 
the case. 

' Leaving this aside however, for egress from such a labyrinth 
is difficult, return we to our main thesis, the innate superiority 
of arms over letters, a matter still to be proven, so lorcibte are 
the arguments luJvanced on" "either Hand. Letters for example 
makes this further claim, that without them arms would perish, 
for even war bows to laws and laws are of the profession of the 
lettered. To which arms makes answer, that letters in return 
could not thrive without arms, since by arms are commonwealths 
protected, kingdoms preserved, cities defended, roads made safe 
and seas swept of pirates. In short were it not for arms, republics, 
kingdoms, cities and the paths of earth and ocean would be 
exposed to the chaos and savagery incident to war that persists 
unchecked in the abuse of its privileges and power. 

' Secondly, 'tis a maxim with us, that what costs more is and 
should be the more esteemed. To attain to recognition in letters 
costs time, vigils, hunger, nakedness, swimmings in the head, 
dyspepsia and other allied ailments, already partially referred 
to. But gradually to become a good soldier costs all these, and 
in so much greater degree there's no comparison, since at every 
step he risks his life. What fear of want or poverty can be likened 
to the fears of the soldier that, being on guard in the ravelin or 
cavalier of some beleaguered fortress, hears the enemy mining 
toward him, yet can on no account fly from this imminent peril? 
The most he can do is to inform his captain, hoping that he will 
countermine, but there in any case must he stand, expecting 
any moment to fly without wings sky-high and come willy-nilly 
down again. 

' If this danger appear but slight, let us see whether it is 
equalled or surpassed when two galleys attack prow-on in mid- 


ocean. Lashed and locked together they leave but two feet of 
beak-head for the soldier to stand upon, but he, though finding 
as many ministers of death confronting him as there are cannon 
not a lance-length off on the opposing ship, and though conscious 
that a slight misstep will land him in Neptune's bottomless 
gulph, none the less, impelled by the thought of glory, bravely 
attempts to force a passage, making himself target to all that 
artillery the while. But what is chiefly to be admired is that 
scarce has one fallen whence he cannot be raised till the end of 
time, when another takes his place, and should this second like- 
wise drop into the jaws that await him, another succeeds and 
another, without pause between — spirit and daring unrivalled 
in all the exigencies of war. 

' Happy and blest were those ages that knew not the dread 
fury of those devilish instruments of siege (whose inventor, 
I like to think, is in hell, paying the price of his diabolical 
creation) that have made it possible for infamous and cowardly 
arms to worst a puissant knight. Without his knowing how or 
whence and at the very moment when dauntless ardour most 
animates his intrepid heart, along comes a random ball dis- 
charged by one that mayhap fled in terror at the flash of his infer- 
nal machine, whose shot however ends and stills in a second the 
intellectual being of one that deserved to enjoy it for years to 
come. When I reflect upon such a possibility, I am tempted to 
regret that I undertook this calling in an age so despiciable as 
this wherein we live : not that I fear hazards, of whatsoever 
kind, but it gravels me to think how powder and shot may 
remove the chance of becoming famous and renowned by arm 
and sword-edge throughout the known world. But Heaven's 
will be done, and if I succeed, I shall loom the larger in men? 
minds even as the perils to which I exposed myself were more 
hazardous than those faced by errants of old. ' 

Don Quijote delivered this long harangue while the others ate. 
Not once did it occur to him tho satisfy his hunger, though now 
and again Sancho encouraged it, saying that afterwards would 
be time to say all he desired. Fresh pity was awakened in his 
audience in observing how one, apparently of fine understanding 


and a clear and fertile reasoner, should go to pieces when he 
came to discuss his benighted chivalry. 

(Here follows the Tale of the Captive, the Story of the Muleteer 
and other inconsequent episodes and not till chapter forty-six is 
the narrative proper resumed). 

The enchantment of our gallant knight 

Two days were passed at the inn by this illustrious company, 
and now that iA seemed time to depart, they bethought 
themselves of a plan that would make it possible for the priest 
and barber without troubling Dorothea and Don Fernando to 
carry Don Quijote to their village to attempt his cure. Accord- 
ingly arrangements were made with an ox-carter that was 
passing to carry our knight home and in the following manner. 
They first built a cage of wooden poles, large enough comfortably 
to hold their friend. Next, at the priest's instance and counsel, 
Don Fernando, Don Luis ' servants, the officers of the Holy 
Brotherhood and the innkeeper disguised themselves, some in 
one fashion, some in another, that the champion might suppose 
them persons other than he had seen in this castle. They then 
softly stole into the room where he lay sleeping, at rest from his 
recent toil. Forcibly seizing him as he lay there all free and far 
away from such accident, they bound him hands and feet, so 
tightly that when he awoke with a start he could not move or do 
aught but be thunderstruck at the many strange faces about him. 
He instantly believed the sugestion of his relentless disordered 
fancy, which was that these were phantoms of that charmed 
castle, and that he too was certainly under a spell, since he could 
neither threaten them nor defend himself — precisely as the 
schemj^ing priest had anticipated. 

Sancho alone of the company was in his right mind and 
clothes. Though only a little short of sharing his master's obses- 


sion, he recognised these counterfeit persons well enough, but 
dared not open his lips till he saw the upshot of this seizure 
of his lord, who said as little as the servant and for a similar 
reason. The upshot of it was that bringing in the cage, they shut 
him therein, nailing the bars too well to be loosened, and lifted 
the whole upon their shoulders. As they were about to leave the 
room, there was heard a soul-subduing voice, at least as much so 
as the barber could make it, saying : 

' O Knight of Sorry Aspect, let not the prison where thou art 
confined disturb thee, being required for the speedier conclusion 
of the adventure to which thy great chivalry has committed thee. 
All will be accomplished when the raging Manchegan lion and 
the white Tobosan dove lie down together, having first bent 
their proud necks to the easy yoke of matrimony. From this 
rare union shall issue to the light of day brave whelps, to 
emulate the ravening claws of their doughty sire. And this shall 
come to pass ere the pursuer of the fugitive nymph twice visits 
the starry signs in the swift course of nature. And thou, most 
noble and obedient squire that ever bore sword or beard or 
sense of smell, be not dismayed or concerned at seeing the flower 
of knight-errantry borne off before thine eyes, for soon, if so it 
please the Moulder of the world, thou'lt be so exalted as not to 
know thyself, nor shall the promises made by thy good master 
go unfulfilled. I assure thee, on behalf of the sage Fraudiana, 
that thy wages shall be paid, even as thou'lt see in the outcome. 
Follow in the wake of the spirited and spell-bound knight, for ye 
both must go where both shall stay. God be with you, as I may 
not say more, returning whither I alone know. ' 

Toward the end of this prophecy the barber raised his voice to 
such a pitch and then lowered it to so soft a piano that even 
those party to the trict; began to believe what they heard. The 
prisoner was consoled by the special prediction (to him the gist 
of the whole prophecy) that he was to be united in the bonds of 
holy matrimony with his beloved Dulcinea del Toboso, from 
whose happy womb were to leap forth whelps, his sons, to the 
everlasting glory of La Mancha. With this firmly fixed in mind 
he keyed his voice and with deep sigh complained : 


• O thou, whoever thou art that have predicted such happiness 
for me, prithee ask from the sage magician that has my fate in 
charge that he let me not perish here ere I see such rare and 
blessed promises realised. Gould that but be, I shall count the 
pangs of this charnel-house my glory ; these chains shall be as 
comfort and this bed not the hard battle-field but a soft and 
happy bridal-couch. Touching my squire and his recompense, I 
trust to his good nature and conduct not to desert me in good or 
evil fortune, for should it come to pass through his or my baleful 
star that I had not the power to bestow the isle I promised or 
its equivalent, at least his wages shall not fail, for in my testa- 
ment I have left written his portion, not becoming his many and 
good services but mine own straitened means. ' At this Panza 
meekly inclined his head and kissed his master's two hands — he 
couldn't kiss one since they were tied together. The phantoms 
again raised the cage to their shoulders and marching out placed 
it on the waiting ox- wagon. 


The amazing method of the knight's enchantment, together 
with other notable events 

WHEN Don Quljote found himself cooped up in a cage and 
on an ox-cart, he murmured : ' Many and ponderous are 
the histories of knights-errant I have read, but never have I seen 
or heard of enchanted knights carried this fashion or at the speed 
these lumbering beasts promise. We are wont rather to be shot 
through the air with passing swiftness, in a dusky cloud or 
chariot of fire, or mounted on some hippogrifif or other. To be 
drawn on an ox-cart ! by the living God, it puts me to confusion. 
However, it may be that modern chivalries and enchantments 
are to take a different road from that followed by the ancient. 
As I am a new knight in the, world and the first to revive the 
long-since-forgotten exercise of chivalry, belike new modes of 
enchantment and new methods of transporting the enchanted 


are come into vogue. How does it strike you, Sancho son ? ' 
' I don't know how it does, ' replied Sancho ; ' I'm not so read 
up in errantry writings as is your worship. Nevertheless I'm 
willing to take an oath that not all these apparitions are Catho- 
lics. ' ' Catholics, my father ! and how could they be when every 
blessed one is a devil fantastically disguised for the pupose of 
placing me here. If you don't believe me, touch and feel them, 
and you'll find their bodies unsubstantial air. ' ' My God, sir, 
but I have touched them and this devil that goes there as fine as 
you please is rolling in flesh and has another property quite 
unlike a certain one they tell me devils possess. I've^ heard they 
all smell of brimstone, sulphur and other vile odours, but this 
one smells of amber half a league off. ' Sancho referred to Don 
Fernando, who as a gentleman was highly perfumed. ' Don't let 
that surprise you, Panza friend, since devils are knowing ones, 
you must understand, and though bad odours are ever about 
them, they don't smell at all, being spirits. If they do smell, it 
must be something pretty rank for, carrying hell with them 
wherever they go and having no relief from their torments, inas- 
much as sweet odours may be considered pleasant and refreshing, 
they connot possibly smell sweet. If this particular one smells 
of amber as you say, either you are mistaken or he's putting 
you on a false scent that you may not know him for a devil. ' 

Such was the dialogue that passed 'twixt master and man, till 
Don Fernando and Cardenio, apprehensive lest Sancho grasp 
their deception, being already at its heels, resolved to shorten 
the leave-taking. Calling the innkeeper aside, they bade him 
saddle Rocinante and pannel the ass — which was done. The 
priest in the meantime had negotiated with the Holy Brotherhop d 
at so much per day to accompany them as escort. Cardenio hung 
the shield from Rocinante's saddlebow on one side and the basin 
on the other, and beckoned Sancho to mount Dapple and lead 
his master's steed by the bridle, stationing the officers on either 
side with their muskets. But before the ox-cart began its journey, 
the innkeeper's wife, daughter and Maritornes came out to bid 
Don Quijote farewell, simulating grief at his disgrace ; whereupon 
our knight delivered himself of the following : 


' Weep not, my good ladies ; these calamities are proper 
to those that profess what I profess. Had troubles not come 
upon me, I should have no fame as an errant. Such crises play 
no part in the affairs of knights of little name and fame, of whom 
is none to take thought ; in the lives of valiant knights, yes, that 
they may be envied of their virtue and valour by many princes 
and other cavaliers who by iniquitous means strive to destroy 
the good ones. But in every case virtue has such power in herself 
that despite all the necromancy known even to Zoroaster its first 
inventor she'll come forth triumphant out of every danger and 
give forth light in the world as does the sun in the sky. Forgive 
me, fair ones, if through heedlessness I've done you aught of 
wrong : wittingly and willingly never have I wronged man or 
woman. And lastly pray that God draw me from the distress 
into which I have been plunged by the instrument of some 
crooked- willed magician, for if once I escape this charnel-house, 
there shall not escape my memory the favours done me in this 
castle, which I shall acknowledge and requite as they deserve. ' 

While the palace-dames were thus engaged, the priest and 
barber bade Don Fernando and his company farewell, and now 
mounting they set out after the cart, both wearing masks lest 
their friend recognise them. The order of the procession was as 
follows : first came the ox-cart driven by its owner with the 
armed officers on either side; then Sancho Panza on his ass 
leading Rocinante by the bridle; last of all and withicalm and 
serious air rode priest and barber with faces covered, on heavy 
mules and at a pace no faster than what the slow advance of the 
oxen permitted. Don Quijote was seated in the cage, hands tied 
and feet extended, resting against the grating, silent and patient 
as, not a man of flesh, but a fig^are in stone. Slowly and silently 
they journeyed for well nigh two leagues wlien they came to a 
dale that seemed to the Jehu an excellent place to rest and feed 
his yoke, but on his consulting with the priest and barber, the 
latter suggested that they go just a bit further round the hill, where 
he knew of a still richer meadow ; and they again moved on. 

The priest, turning his head, now noticed that close behind 
them rode six or seven well-equipped horsemen. These soon 

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overtook our party, since they did not travel witii tiie ease and 
leisure of oxen, but rather like men on canons' mules and with 
the intent of passing the siesta at an inn that appeared in the 
distance less than a league away. These diligent ones saluted our 
snail-paced friends, and one of them, who was in fact a Toledan 
canon and master of the others, on seeing the long procession 
of cart, constables, Sancho, Rocinante, priest and barber, and 
above all the knight encaged and confined, could not but ask 
the reason of such transportation, having concluded from the 
badges of the officers, that here was some highway-robber or 
other culprit whose punishment fell within the jurisdiction of 
the Brotherhood. The constable to whom the question was put 
replied : ' Ask him, sir, for we cannot satisfy you. ' Don Quijote, 
overhearing question and answer, thereupon addresed the new- 
comers : ' Your worships, gentlemen, are versed in knight- 
errantry perhaps ? If so, I may tell of my undoing ; otherwise 
there's no reason why I trouble myself. ' 

By this time the priest and barber, seeing the travellers in 
conversation with their prisoner, came forward that they might 
answer inquiries in such a way as to cloak their scheme from 
detection. The canon, speaking for the others, was saying to 
our knight : ' Indeed, brother, I knowmOTgj)Xbook& of -chivalry 
than of Villapando's Elements of Logic. If this be the only 
conditiottr-ytm can'safely' tell what yoiSrwish. ' ' God's hand ! ' 
exclaimed Don Quijote ; ' in thatexent I'ld inform you, sir knight, 
that I've been placed enchanted in this cage through the envy 
and fraud of scurvy magicians, since virtue is more persecuted 
of the evil than beloved of the good. A knight-errant I, none of 
those whose deeds fame never troubles to immortalise in her 
memory but one of their number rather that despite and in the 
teeth of this very jealousy and of as many magi as Persia ever 
gave birtly to, in defiance of all the Brahmins of India and the 
gymnosophists of Ethiopia, write their names in the temple of 
eternity, as pattern and ensample to future knights, that they 
may see the steps they must take, would they reach by their arm 
the utmost pinnacle of fame. ' 

' Seiior Don Quijote speaks the truth, ' broke in the priest at 


this point ; ' he goes enchanted in this earry-all not for his own 
sins or shortcomings but through the ill-will of those whom 
virtue galls and valour chafes. Behold before you, sir, the Knight 
of Sorry Aspect, of whom you may have heard, for his great 
feats and gallant deeds shall be writ in imperishable brass and 
eternal marble — the more because envy wearies herself in 
depreciating and malice in effacing them. ' When the canon heard 
both the imprisoned and the free man talk in this lofty style, he 
was ready to cross himself in wonder, not knowing what had 
befallen him, and his whole company were no less amazed. Their 
confusion was trebled when Sancho, having drawn nigh to listen, 
ventured to add : ' I may please or displease you by what I say, 
gentlemen, but the truth of all this is that my master Don 
Quijote is as enchanted as my mother. He has his faculties, eats, 
drinks and performs the other necessary functions as other men 
do and as he did himself yesterday ere they cooped him. Why 
would they have me believe him enchanted, when I've heard 
plenty of people say that the enchanted neither eat nor sleep nor 
talk, and my master, if you let him, will outtalk thirty lawyers. ' 
Then turning to the priest Sancho continued : ' Tut, tut, father, 
do you think I don't know you ? can you suppose I don't see 
through these new enchantments ? I know you well enough, 
however your face be concealed, and I know what you're about, 
however your tricks be disguised. The short of it all is that where 
envy reigns, virtue cannot thrive, nor liberality and meanness 
travel side by side. Bad luck to the devil ! had not your reverence 
come on the scene, by this time my master would have been 
husband to the infanta Micomicona and I at least a count, since 
naught less could be expected from my master's goodness and 
the greatness of my services. Now do I see the truth of what they 
say hereabouts, that fortune travels faster than a mill-wheel and 
that he that was up yesterday is down to-day. I grieve for my 
wife and children, for just when they might and should expect 
to see the old man enter the house-gate a governor or viceroy 
of some isle or kingdom, here he comes a common postilion. All 
this I say, father, merely to bring home to your paternal con- 
science the ill turn done my master, that you may watch out lest 


God lay at your door both this imprisonment and the post- 
ponement of all the good and helpful things he might be accom- 
plishing. ' 

' Come, snuff me those candles, ' put in the barber at this 
point ; ' do you belong to your master's fraternity ? By the 
living God, I see you'll have to keep him company in this cage 
and be as enchanted as he, since his erring and errantry rub you 
a little. 'Twas an unlucky moment when you became impreg- 
nated with his promises, an unlucky hour when there entered 
your ^oddle the island you set hopes on. ' To this Sancho 
returned : ' I am not, nor am I a man to be, pregnant by anyone, 
by the king himself whoever he be. Though poor I am an old 
Christian and owe no man. If ^ ^esire islands , others desire 
worse. Each is the son of his works and being a man I can come 
to~Be^pope ; then why not governor of an isle — the more that 
master can win so many he'll be short of persons to whom to give 
them. Look how you speak, mister barber ; shaving beards is not 
the whole of life, and one Peter differs from another. I say this 
since we all know who you are ; 'tis no use to throw loaded dice 
with me. As to my master's enchantment, God knows the truth 
of the business, so let it rest where it lies ; stirring will only 
make it worse. ' 

The barber preferred not to continue the conversation lest 
Sancho by his plain-speaking disclose what he and the priest so 
much wished concealed, and in the same alarm the priest 
asked the canon to ride ahead a little that he might reveal the 
mystery of the cage, together with other things sure to interest 
him. The canon assented and he and his party were all ears to 
what the priest had to tell of the character, life and obsession 
of Don Quijote. In a few words he informed them of the origin 
of his craze, the course of events down to his present imprison- 
ing and their plan of taking him home in the trust of finding 
some remedy. The canon and his followers marvelled afresh at 
this aberrant history and the former said in return : ' I certainly 
believe, sir, that these so-called books of chivalry are injurious 
to the welfare of the state. Led by an indolent showy taste I have, 
I confess, read the first few chapters of nearly all printed, but 


I never could get myself to read one through, for they all looked 
alike to me — none better than another. In my opinion these 
books fall under the categoryofihe so-called Milesian or noTrien^e 

fables, whose sole aim is to amuse rather than mstruct, unlike 
the apologue fables which boTiregiiyirHd~eTcterta1n: 

' McyfeovefTTl iougli their jn atnTtntent'is to amuse, crowded as 
they are with so many and such inordinate absurdities, I know 
not how they can. For all intellectual pleasure arises from the 
contemplation of the inherent beauty and harmony of things 
placed before one by the eyes or by the imagination : nothing 
distorted or inconsequent c'an afford real delight. What beauty 
then, I ask, or what proportion of parts to whole or of whole to 
parts, can be present in a book or fable wherein a lad of sixteen 
uses his sword on a towering giant and cuts him in two as if 
of sugar-paste ? Again when they would paint us a battle, they 
represent the enemy at a million fighting men with only the 
hero of the tale opposing, yet in spite o^ ourselves we are asked 
to believe that this solitary gentleman, relying on the valour 
of his single arm, carried off the victory. 

' What too shall we say of the freedom a queen or empress 
hereditary allows herself in the arms of some strange or strolling 
cavalier? Again, whose fancy, unless it be utterly unformed and 
undisciplined, can be tickled on reading about a great towerful 
of knights that sails the seas like a ship under fair wind, this 
evening off Lombardy and on the morrow at the shores of Pres- 
ter John of the Indies, or some other land untreated of by 
Ptolemy and unknown to Marco Polo ? If the apology be made 
that the authors of these books are writing fiction' and are there"- 
fore riot bound to the letter; irrrneTanwer-is- that- fiction' is fine 
in proportion to its semblance to truth — is more^delightful 
according as it moves in the realm of the possible. 

' Tales of fiction must in other words be wedded to the under- 
standing of the reader — should be so constructed as to recon- 
cile impossibilities and smooth out rough places, holding the 
attention through the elements of surprise, suspense and a 
bewitching of the mind. So will admiration and pleasure walk 
hand in hand. But failure awaits him that flies verisimilitude. 


wherein in lit^erature lies perfection. I have yet to see the book 
of chivalry whose plot conforms in all parts, the middle corre- 1 
sponding to the beginning, and the end the natural issue of both. 
Instead they introduce so many unrelated members one might 
think they would present us with a chimera or other monster, 
rather than with a symmetric whole. Inflexible in style, incred- 
ible in story, in love lascivious, in courtesy uncouth, tedious in 
battle, childish in prattle, outlandish in travel : in short, devoid 
of every artistic excellence, they should be banished from a 
Christian state as things of no conceivable benefit. ' 

The priest listened most attentively to these words of the 
canon, who seemed to him in all he said a man of clear under- 
standing and sound judgment. In return he informed him how, 
having himself an ill opinion and hatred of books of chivalry, he 
had burned the many belonging to Don Quijote, namii^g those 
he had condemned to the flames and those whose lives he had 
spared. This greatly amused the canon, who declared that for 
all he had spoken ill of these books, he allowed them one advan- 
tage, namely the scope they offered the gifted nature to exercise 
itself, printing as >t»py<ii^i~a ^irj^ g njIjjjpjffpicma-A&kiw hece the 
pen might run ad libitum, describing storms and shipwrecks, 
skirmtsHes^'andr battks ; portraying a valiant leader with all 
appropriate qualities, showing him prudent in forestalling the 
wiles of the enemy and eloquent in inciting or restraining his 
own troops ; ripe in deliberation, rapid in resolve and brave in 
biding his time as in pushing the attack. 

' The writer of books of chivalry can depict now a tragic 
episode, now a pleasant surprise; on one side a woman mos ; 
beautiful, virtuous, modest and wise, and on the other a Christ 
ian knight, courtly and courageous. He may contrast a rude and 
reckless bully with a well-tutored prince, gentle but firm. H« 
may present the humble loyalty of vassals side by side with the 
greatness and liberality of their lords. On eae^iage he can show 
himself the astrologer, on the next a well-informed cosmog 
H?apher, at times a musician, again a statesman, and occasions 
there w^ill be where he can even play the necromancer if he 


' His narrative may deal with the craft of Ulysses, the piety 
of Aeneas, the valour of Achilles, the downfall of Hector, the 
treachery of Timon, the friendship of Euryalas, Alexander's 
liberality, Caesar's courage, the clemency and truth of a Trajan, 
the fidelity of a Zopyrus, the wisdom of a Gato — in fine he may 
treat of all the virtues that go to perfect an illustrious man, 
attributing them all now to a single character, now portioning 
them among many. If in addition the writer have charm of style 
and a fertile fancy and aim at the truth, he may well weave a 
web of such bright and varied colours that its beauty and per- 
fection will realise his noblest dreams, affording both delight 
and discipline. The very freedom permitted by these books 
allows the author to be tragic and comic, lyric and epic (which 
may be written in prose also), enabling him to display all those 
qualities that unite in the sweet and winning arts of oratory and 
poesy. ' 


The canon pursues the subject of books of chivalry, together 
vt^ith other matters worthy of his wit 

* X quite agree with your worship, senor canon, ' said the priest, 
I ' and the authors of these books are the more to be censured 
in that they have written haphazardly, without respect to rules 
of art, whereby they might have become as famous in prose as 
the two princes of Greek and Latin poetry in verse. ' ' I am bound 
to confess, ' said the canon, ' that I was once tempted to write a 
book of chivalry that should preserve all the characteristics I 
just enumerated, and if the truth must be known, I actually did 
write more than a hundred pages. To test the same and see if it 
answered my requirements, I showed the manuscript to persons 
devoted to this sort of reading, to learned intelligent men as well 
as to the ignorant whose only pleasure is in listening to nonsense ; 
and from all I received flattering approval. However, I proceeded 
no further, both because the tale seemed to accord not with my 


calling and because I find there arc more fools in the world than 
wise men ; and though the lauding of the few outweighs the 
laughter of the many, I was unwilling to submit myself to the 
senseless jugment of the giddy crowd that in the main would be 
one's reading public. 

' But what chiefly stayed me and the idea of ever finishing 
the book was an argument drawn from the style of comedies 
no w in vog ue, running something like this : If modern comedies, 
whether based onTacFoFon fiction, though acknowledged to be 
trash and thTngs"lackifig bolh^head andfeer, are yet relished by the 
crowd imd"ttrough faFfrom ^Tng^ so are by If deemed excellent, 
till auThors ancT managers alike confess that the reason of their 
wortlilessness is solely popular taste ; and if on the other hand 
it is true that writers of artistic plays with well-constructed plots 
satisfjr a mere handful of critics, failing to reach the masses ; and 
granting last of all that 'tis better to earn a living from the many 
than reeogaitioft-from the few — thenTsaid T to myself with this 
book of mine, it follows that I should scorch mine eyebrows in 
folding to the acknowledged rules and in the end be left like 
the tailor of el Gampillo. - - 

' I have, nevertheless, frequently endeavoured to persuade 
authors of the fallacy of such reasoning, telling them they'ld draw 
larger audiences and achieve more lasting fame by stageing well- 
contrived and not fictitious comedies ; but so case-hardened are 
they that neither proof nor reason will deliver them from their i 
faith. I remember to have said to one of these obstinate fellows : 
' Tell me, can't you recall that a few years back there were pro- 
duced in Spain three tragedies written by a well-known poet 
of these kingdoms, which held the audience in admiring and 
pleasurable suspense, the simple no less than the wise, the vulgar 
as well as the educated, and that these three plays netted a larger 
sum to the actors than any thirty of the best that have been pro- 
duced since ? ' j 

' ' Certainly I do, ' replied the manager in question ; ' you refer 
to Isabella, Phyllis and Alexandra. ' ' The same, ' I answereid ; 
' and granting as you must that they observed the rules of art, jtell 
me if by keeping to them they suffered at all or were thereby 


prevented from giving general satisfaction. The fault, ' I we nt 
on, ' lies not with the crowd that it wants rubbish but with 
: those that ^now norliow 10 produce"Better; The tirgratttude 
; Revenged'v^^aM't rubbish, noTwaTany to be found in Numantia, 
The Merchant Lover or The Kind Foe or in many others, to the 
fame and renown of their gifted authors and to the pecuniary 
advantage of those that presented them. ' I suggested other 
considerations and altogether I think I left the fellow a little 
disconcerted, though not sufficiently convinced to be delivered 
of his error. ' 

' Your talk, senor canon, ' interposed the priest, ' stirs in me 
afresh my disapproval of present-day drama — an animadversion 
that is quite equal to mine opposition to books of chivalry. 
According to Cicero^ the drama should be a mirror of life, a 

pattern of a people s manners,, an image x)f the truth ; whereas 
modern comedy is a mirror of absurdities, a pattern of ajgeople's 
follies and a picture of licentiousness. What 'greater stupidity 
can there be than for a character that in the first scene of Jiie^ 
first act is but a child in swaddling-clothes, to appear as a 
bearded man in the second scene ; or to represent an old man as 
in the vigour of his youth, a youth as a weakling, a lacquey as 
an orator, a page as a counsellor, a king as a porter and a prin- 
cess as a kitchen- wench ? 

' And what shall I say of their practice with regard to the time 
wherein the action of a piece takes place, save that I've seen a 
comedy in which the first act opens in Europe, the second in 
Asia and the third closes in Africa ; had there been four acts, the 
last would undoubtedly have been set in America, that all four 
quarters of the globe might have been cared for ? If the basis 
of the drama be the imitation of life, how can a man of even 
moderate intelligence be satisfied when in a play of King Pepin's 
or Charlemagne's time the leading character is Emperor Heraclius, 
who is seen entering Jerusalem bearing the Gross and winning 
the Holy Sepulchre like Godfrey of Bouillon — the two events 
in reality being centuries apart ? or when, though the play is 
supposed to be based on fiction, they introduce historical facts 
and episodes in the lives of persons living at different times, not 


With any semblance of nature and with obvious and most unpar- 
donable blunders ? And the worst of it is that ignoramuses say 
that this sort of thing is perfect — that to ask for else savours of 

' And if we turn to divine comedies, what do we find ? There 
the dramatists represent miracles not only apocryphal but shock- 
ingly conceived. They attribute to one saint the miracles of another 
and make bold to introduce these marvels as they call them into 
the secular drama as well, merely because it suits them or in 
order that the know-nothings may gape and come to the perform- 
ances. Now all this depreciates truth, belittles history and is 
to the disrepute of Spanish genius^; for -foreigners,-who ciareftilly 
observe the laws of co medy, regard us as crude and uncultivated, 
behbldiiig the aBsiird extravagances" o^a^Ir-9tage, — .. „ ™_~ 

'.^Nor is it enoagk to answer that since the cliief reason why 
well-ordered republics allow the drama is that it affords harm- 
less amusement to the community, turning it now and then from 
the unhealthy tendencies of idleness, and since this result is 
achieved by any play good or bad, there's no occasion for 
restraining authors and actors by laws insisting on good plays 
only. As a matter of fact, this object would be realised far more 
perfectly by good than by bad plays, since an audience that has 
witnessed an unified and wholly artistic piece will leave the 
theatre delighted by its humour, disciplined by its truth, with 
minds enlarged by its issues, wits sharpened by its logic ; 
enlightened by the theme, made wiser by example, their whole 
moral being will be made militant against vice and at one with 
virtue : all of which desirable effects will a good play bring about 
in the soul of the spectator, however lifeless and untutored he may 
be. Of all impossibilities the greatest is that a well-constructed 
play shouldn't give far more pleasure and satisfaction than one 
poorly-constructed, which most acted to-day are. 

' Yet the fault lies not entirely with the authors, some of whom 
know too well their error and how they may be saved, but now 
that plays are a commodity, they say and with truth that actors 
buy only those of a certain cast, and the poet tries to adapt 
himself to what the purchaser demands. That you may be con- 


Tinced of this, consider the infinite plays a certain most happy 
genius of these kingdoms has composed, all with such grace and 
spirit, of such elegant verse, clever dialogue and sentiments, and 
inally with such lofty periods and general elevation of style, his 
•enown fills the world. Yet in his desire to satisfy the taste of 
ictors, not all his plays have attained their possible perfection. 
A.nd other dramatists are there that write so carelessly that after 
the first performances of their compositions the actors are 
obliged to leave town in fear of being brought to court, where 
indeed many have appeared for offering things prejudicial to 
certain crowns and noble families. 

' Now all these annoyances, and many others I haven't 
named, would cease if there were a sensible intelligent person at 
court whose business it was to examine all plays before their 
production, not only in Madrid but throughout Spain : no district- 
magistrate could permit a play to be given that hadn't his seal 
and signature. The players would send the manuscripts offered 
them to the capital for license, and if the plays were approved, 
they could act them in safety. Authors would write more thought- 
fully and with greater pains, knowing that their compositions 
must pass the rigid examination of one that knew his business. 
We should thus get good plays and their mission in life would 
be most felicitously accomplished. The entertainment of the 
people would be secured, the good opinions of the wits of Spain, 
the interest and safety of the actors and the sparing of legal 
procedures. Should another official or the same be asked to 
examine new books of chivalry, doubtless some would appear 
with the excellences your worship speaks of, enriching our 
literature with a deposit of noble sentiments and casting the old 
books into oblivion, for the new would afford harmless amuse- 
ment not alone to the idle but to the busiest of men — and rightly, 
for the bow cannot always be bent nor can weak human nature 
sustain itself without a certain amount of wholesome recreation.' 

The priest and canon had arrived at this point when the barber 
came up and said : ' This is the place, senor licentiate, where it 
seemed to me the oxen might find fresh and abiindant cropping 
while we took our siesta. ' ' Good, ' replied the priest, and 



turning to the canon he told him of their plan. The canon said 
he would remain also : he was attracted by the lovely dale that 
opened before them and wished to enjoy further converse with 
the priest, toward whom he was greatly drawn, thus learning 
Don Quijote's history more in detail. He sent servants on to the 
inn, not far from their resting-place, bidding them bring enough 
dinner for all. One of them replied that the sumpter-mule, which 
must have already reached the tavern, had sufficient, but they 
needed barley for their beasts. ' Leave them there then, ' directed 
the canon, ' and fetch hither the one with the provisions. ' 

While the above was passing, Sancho, seizing this opportunity 
to converse with his master without constant interference from 
priest and barber, whom he regarded in the light of spies, drew 
near the cage and said : ' Senor, for the relief of my conscience 
I would tell you the truth concerning your enchantment, which 
is that these two fellows prowling round here with covered faces 
are the priest and barber of our village. What I think is that 
they've invented this trick of carting you off from pure envy, 
seeing your worship surpassing them in deeds of fame. Regarding 
this as true, it follows you're not enchanted but hoodwinked and 
made a fool of. As proof whereof I would ask a question, and 
should you answer in the way I think likely, you'll be able to 
put your finger on this ruse and see you aren't enchanted but 
merely upside down in your wits. ' 

' Ask me what you please, son Sancho, for I'll keep answering 
to your heart's content. But as to our escort being the priest and 
barber, our fellow- townsmen and acquaintances, though it might 
easily so appear, don't for a minute think such the case. What 
you must think and realise is, that if they seem what you say, 
'tis simply because my enchanters have assumed their form and 
semblance (they easily take on any shape they choose) that you 
may think as you do and thus be cast into a labyrinth of doubts 
from which you can't deliver yourself though you found the 
thread of Theseus. A further object would be to confuse my 
understanding as well, making it impossible for me also to solve 
the difficulty. If on the one hand you say the priest and barber 
attend me and I on the other find myself in a coop, knowing as 


I do that no human agency, unless 'twere supernatural, has 
strength sufficient to confine me therein, what would you have 
me say or think, save that the method of my enchantment 
transcends all others ever I encountered in histories of errant and 
spell-bound knights ? So quickly still that suspicion ; they are 
as near to what you say as I am to being a Turk. Touching 
your catechism of me say on, since I shall answer from now 
till morning. ' 

' Our Lady bless me ! ' cried the other ; ' can your worship be 
such a numskull and lack-wit as not to see I tell the simple 
truth : namely that majicehas_a^ larger share than magic in your 
enchantment and downfall ? But since you won't take my word 
for it, I would prove to your face that you are under no charm. 
If not, answer me this, and may the good Lord deliver you from 
this pickle and may you find yourself in my lady Dulcinea's arms 
when least you expect it. ' 'A truce to your prayers, man. Out 
with your question, for I say I shall make answer at once. ' 
' What I ask, then, and should like to know, is that you tell me 
without swelling or smothering any part thereof, but in perfect 
truth, as is to be expected and as is the custom of all that profess 
arms like your worship under the title of knight-errant — ' ' I 
give my pledge not to lie in the smallest particular, ' interposed 
the other ; ' out with your question, for you gall me with so 
many blessings and prayers and prologues. ' ' Counting then on 
my master's truth and consideration, since it bears on the matter 
in hand, my question is this (and I ask it in all respect) : Since 
your worship was first cast, and as it seems to you enchanted, in 
this cage, have you perhaps had the wish to relieve yourself in 
greater or less, as the phrase goes ? ' ' "What do you mean by 
greater or less, Sancho ? make yOurself clearer, would you have 
a direct reply. ' ' Can it be that your worship doesn't understand 
greater or less when children at school are nursed on it ? Then 
my question is, have you had the desire to do what can't be 
helped ?' 'Ah, now I understand, boy, and mine answer is yes, 
many times, and this minute too. Get me out of this scrape or 
there'll be the deuce to pay. ' 



The little parley 'twixt Saucho Pauza and his master 

Don Quijote 

* \ H ah ! now I have you ! ' cried Sancho ; ' that is the thing 
i~\ I yearned to discover, though it cost me life and soul. 
Gome then, master, can you deny what is said hereabouts when 
a person is off the hooks : ' I wonder, ' they say, ' what can be 
the matter with so-and-so. He doesn't eat or drink or sleep, or 
answer questions intelligently ; the lout must be enchanted ? ' 
From which one concludes that all that eat, drink and sleep not, 
nor perform those functions I referred to above, are enchanted ; 
but not so those that have the desires your worship has, who 
drink when they offer you, eat when there's food before you and 
answer all questions. ' ' Your deduction is allowable, ' replied 
Don Quijote, ' but many are the modes of enchantment, as I have 
before declared, and it might be that with the years some have 
been substituted for others : that to-day the custom holds for the 
enchanted to act precisely as I do, though they behaved very 
differently of old. There's no disputing of customs and no reli- 
able inferences are to be drawn from them. I know for certain 
that I am an enchanted being, which is enough to keep my 
conscience light. 'Twould indeed weigh heavily upon it did I 
think I was letting myself lie in this cage charm-free out of sloth 
and cowardice, cheating the many, in sorrow and in want, of 
the help and relief of which at this very moment they may stand 
in sorest need. ' 

' For all that,' advised the other, • methinks 'twould be to your 
greater use and fruitfulness, did your worship try an escape from 
this cell. I guarantee on my part to do all I can to help, mounting 
you again on your good Rocinante ; belike he's enchanted loo, 
he seems so crestfallen and sad. We can then try our hand at 
adventures again, and should we meet with bad luck, there'll 
still be plenty of time to return to the cage, wherein by the law 



of a good and faithful squire I swear to closet myself with your 
worship, should you be so unfortunate or I so foolish as to fail.' 
' I am happy to do as you suggest, brother Sancho, and when 
the critical moment comes for setting me at liberty, shall obey 
your every order ; but you then will see how mistaken you are 
in your theory of my downfall. ' 

The errant knight and ill-faring shield-bearer had now arrived 
where the priest, canon and barber, having alighted, were 
awaiting them. The carter at once unyoked his oxen, letting 
them graze over that green and quiet mead, whose freshness 
would have bewitched, not persons already so much so as our 
errant, but those as knowing and appreciative as his squire, who 
now asked the priest to give his master a short recess, otherwise 
the cage wouldn't be as sweet as Senor Don Quijote's decency 
required. The priiest catching his meaning said he would grant 
the desired favour, though he feared the knight on finding himself 
free, returning to his old grooves, would be lost to them for 
ever. ' ' I'll go bail for him, ' replied Sancho. ' So will I, every 
one of us, ' declared the canon, ' especially if he give his word as 
a knight not to desert till 'tis our pleasure. ' ' I do so give it, ' 
said Don Quijote, who had been listening ; ' the rather because 
he that is enchanted as I, can't do with his person as he pleases ; 
his enchanter may make him like a statue stand for three centu- 
ries, and should he start to run, the other will send him back 
flying. ' So they could safely set him free, he said, the more that 
it was to their advantage. Otherwise, unless they kept their 
distances, he could not but offend. 

The canon here took Don Quijote's hand, though they were 
tied together, and on his good faith and worth they released him, 
to his exceeding joy. Hist first move was to stretch himself, the 
next toward Rocinante, whose haunches he twice slapped, 
saying : ' I still trust in God and his blessed Mother, O flower and 
mirror of steeds, that we shall soon find ourselves where we both 
long to be, thou with thy master on thy back, and I mounted on 
my charger, following the calling for whose sake God sent me 
into the world. ' So saying he retired with Sancho to a remote 
spot whence he shortly returned much eased and more eager 


than ever to put into practice wiiatever liis squire ordained. The 
canon stared at him in amazement, considering the pitch of his 
folly — how gallantly he rode in ordinary converse, yet lost his 
stirrups the moment they encroached upon the dangerous ground 
of chivalry. And so, after all had sate them down upon the green 
turf, waiting for the provisions, the ecclesiastic was moved by 
compassion to say to our knight : 

' Can it be, sir, that the false and foolish stories of chivalry 
have so mastered and impaired your reason that you truly 
believe yourself enchanted, together with those other things, as 
far as is falsehood from fact ? how is it possible that any human 
understanding should come to believe there once existed that 
swarm of Amadises ; that deluge of famous knights. Emperors 
of Trebizond, Felixmartes of Hyrcania, palfreys, maidens-errant, 
serpents, monsters, giants, unparalleled adventures ; such a 
variety of enchantments, battles without number, terrific encoun| 
ters, all manner of garbs ; so many princesses, squires turned 
counts, merry dwarfs, love-missals ; all that billing and cooingt 
so many valiant women ; in short the whole crazy fabric of ttxj 
books of chivalry ? I confess that as long as I forget that taef 
are all false and flimsy, I like them well enough, but whei^ i t 
comes over me what they really are, I am ready to fling the bes t 
of them at the wall or into the fire if one be burning, as cheiqits 
and impostors beyond the pale of human tolerance, as propagaw 
tors of a new sect and mode of life and as preachers of f8ps|e 
doctrines that make the ignorant believe their rubbish. | \j 

' Indeed these books make bold to befuddle the faculties of 
gentlemen of good birth and intelligence, of whom your worship 
is an example, since through them you've been brought to s uch 
a pass that it's necessary to carry you caged on an ox-^art, ( ven 
as they carry lions and tigers from place to place, exhibiting 
them for money. Gome, sir ; take pity on yourself : returi i to 
the bosom of discretion and make good use of all Heaven gave 
you, employing your happy genius in reading that will redoi md 
to the benefit of your conscience and the increase of your hon( ur. 
If your nature be wholly inclined to books of action and I rue 
chivalry, study the Book of Judges, where you'll find ^eat 


realities, deeds veritable as valiant, Portugal had a Viriatus, 
R(^me a Caesar, Carthage a Hannibal, Greece an Alexander, 
stile a Fernkn Gonzjilez, Valencia a Gid, Andalucia a G^nzalo 
lernandez, Estramadura a Diego Garc|a de Paredes, Jerez a 
arci P^rez de Vargas, Toledo a Garcikso and Seville a Don 
anuel de Leon — the reading of whose brave exploits can 
€ ngage, edify and fill with admiration the finest of intellects. So 
i ; it reading worthy the good understanding of your worship 
s Ince from it, sir, you will grow learned in history, enamoured 
( f virtue, enlightened in all better feelings, bettered in manners, 
Irave without rashness, prudent without cowardice. And all 

{ill be to God's honour, your own profit and the glory of 
a Mancha whence, I am informed, your worship takes birth 
5(nd origin. ' 

Don Quijote listened with fixed attention, and now that he 
I saw the canon was done, after regarding him for some time, he 
(delivered himself of the following : ' Methinks, sir, that the 
father of your discourse was the wish that I believe there never 
were knights-errant in the world, that all books of chivalry are 
false, offensive and a burden to the state, and that I have done 
ill in reading them, worse in believing and worst in emulating 
them by undertaking as I have the almost impossible profession 
of knight-errantry, the love of which they inculcate. Moreover, 
you deny the existence of Amadis of Gaul or of Greece, together 
with all the other knights wherewith such books are crammed. ' 
' Exactly my position, ' nodded the canon. ' Your worship said 
further that these books had done much harm in that they had 
quit me of my judgment and landed me in a jail ; and that 'twere 
better that I face about and shift my reading to books more true, 
more delightful and more informing. ' ' I certainly did. ' ' In that 
case rny own opinion is that the one bewildered and bewitched 
is yourself, since you blaspheme against a thing so universally 
accep ed and so implicitly believed in that he that like your 
worsl ip denies it deserves the fate you would mete out to these 
books when they repel you. To try to persuade us that Amadis 
and t le other knightly adventurers never lived, is like arguing 
that t le sun gives no light, frost no chill, the earth no nourish- 


meiit. What mind can move another to believe there's no truth 
in the story of Princess Floripes and Guy of Burgundy, nor in 
that of Fierabras at the bridge of Mantible, back there in the time 
of Charlemagne ? To such a man I would swear them as true as 
that 'tis now day. If these stories be lies, then there never lived a 
Hector or Achilles, the Trojan war is but a myth, the Twelve 
Peers of France the same, together with England's King Arthur, 
that still lives in the form of a raven and whose return is hourly 
expected of his people. 

' Indeed they might as well say the history of Guarino Mezquino 
is all gossip, along with the quest of the Holy Grail ; that the 
loves of Tristan and Isolde are apocryphal ; the loves too of 
Guinevere and Lancelot, when persons live that can almost 
remember their confidante the duenna Quintanona, the best 
wine-mixer in Great Britain. I myself recollect that my paternal 
grandmother used to say to me when she saw some dame with 
the traditional head-kerchief : ' Yon woman, my child, looks 
like the duenna Quintanona ; ' from which I naturally conclude 
she must have seen her or her portrait. Then too who can deny, 
the truth of the tale dealing with Pierres and the fair Magalona/ 
when to this day in the royal armeria may be seen the pin 
wherewith the gallant Pierres guided his steed through the aivp 
it's a trifle larger than a cart-pole, and close to it lies Babiecars 
saddle. Again at Roncesvalles may be seen Roland's horn, nig 
as a great beam. From all this we may infer that there did once 
exist the Twelve Peers, Pierres, the Gid and the other knighis 
of the order commonly termed adventurers. j 

' I suppose they'll tell me there was no such errant as t^e 
valiant Lusitanian, Juan de Merlo, who in the Burgundian city 
of Arras fought with Monseigneur Pierres, the famous lord of 
Gharny, and later in the city of Basle with Monseigneur Enrique 
de Remestan, emerging victorious from both encounters, covered 
with honour and renown. They might as well dispute the verity 
of the adventures and achievements in war of the valiant 
Spaniards Pedro Barba and Gutierre Qui jada (from whose family 
I am descended in the direct male line), who in Burguntiy 

vanquished the sons of Count of San Polo. I shall hear too that 


Don Fernando de Guevara never went on an adventure-quest to 
Geritaany, where he had it out with Messire George, knight of 
the ihouse of the duke of Austria. They would try to persuade me 
tha| the jousts of Suero de Quinones, of Honourable Passage 
fan|e, and the various sallies of Sir Luis de Falces against the 
CaiJtilian knight Don G^nzalo de Guzman were practical jokes ; 
together with many another deed done by Christian knight in 
these and foreign realms, all so well vouched for and to be relied 
upon that he that doubts then must be totally bereft of reason 
and common sense. ' 

/ The canon was astounded by this medley of truth and fiction ; 
J likewise by the mass of information Don Quijote possessed con- 
cerning all things connected with knight-errantry. In reply he 
said : ' I cannot deny, Senor Don Quijote, that there may be 
some truth in what your worship has maintained, especially as 
I regards the Spanish errants. I also grant you the existence of the 
* Twelve Peers of France, though I am under no oath to believe 
they performed all the exploits ascribed to them by Archbishop 
Turpin. They simply were knights selected by the French kings, 
called peers because supposed equal in worth, rank and prowess. 
They formed a kind of religious order like the modern ones 
of Santiago and Galatrava, wherein 'tis assumed that the recipients 
are valiant knights of worth and birth. As we speak nowadays 
of a knight of Saint John or of Alcantara, so then they spoke 
of a knight of the Twelve Peers, because that particular number 
of heroic hearts was chosen for this military order. 

' That there once lived a Gid and a Bernardo del Carpio there 
can be little doubt, but a grave one as to just what they per- 
formed. As to Count Pierres ' pin, which you say stands close 
to Babieca's saddle in the royal armeria, I confess my sin in that 
either from ignorance or near-sightedness, though I saw the 
saddle, I failed to notice the pin, large as you say it is. ' ' There 
it stands beyond question, ' asserted Don Quijote : ' more by 
token they say it is kept from rust by a cow-hide sheath. ' 
' Maybe it is, but by mine order I don't remember to have seen 
it. Granting that it is there however, I still am not bound to 
believe the histories of all the Amadises and of the whole mob 



of kaights folk gossip about, nor is it fitting that a man like 
your worship, so respected, of such good parts and endowed 
with so excellent an understanding, should take stock in so 
many extravagant fairy-tales as are recorded in these imbecile 
books. ' 


Sharp altercation 'twixt the canon and Quijote, together 
'with certain other incidents 


Don Quiiote Iflr-the caaonj s 
rinted wiUi the royalHaen se 


good jest indeed ! ' chuckl& 
diatribe : ' books that are 
tlje^pp^obation of those to whbm they art submijtted 
reqm with pleasure by old and jyoung, ricl and ppor, S' 
ana greentJorn, cavalier and comiaoner, by e ^ery class, in 
of' whatever rank or/ condition -- these to be lies ! an 
though thely bear ev^y mark of probability, givink the 
mother, cojuntry, kin(kred, time, place and acliievenients, sjep liy 
step and day by day, of every knight they blazon kbroaa. Tut, 
tut, sir, speak not such blasphemy, believing! that E advise like a 



read them and vou will fine 

;^ing than' to 

maxof sense when I say, 
pleasm-e^u receivfr. 

' For teiniie,.,can there 
see yonder, stretchii^~BBfui'e us us it weicTir^eat lake of boiling 
pitch, with schools of serpents, snakes, lizards and sundry 
species of fearsome wild beasts swimming hither and thitlier, 
while out of the midst thereof issues a plaintive voice sayi) ig : 
' O knight, whosoever thou art that standest gazing on this v ild 
water, woulds't thou win the fair fortune that rests beneath, 
display the mettle of thy doughty breast, leaping into the bl ick 
and fiery cauldron. Else shall thou not be found worthv to 
behold the noble wonders hid in the seven castles of the seven 
fays lying beneath this murky waste. ' I 

' Scarce does the knight hear these stirring words when, without 


giving tlie matter thought, regardless of the danger, without even 
so much as removing his heavy arms, commending himself to 
Gq^d and his lady he plunges into the midst of the seething pool, 
and when least he expects it, still ignorant of his fate, finds 
himself amid flowery fields wherewith the Elysian are not to be 
compared. The sky seems more translucent there — the sun to 
shine with lovelier radiance. A still forest charms his sight with 
its green umbrageous verdure, while the sweet natural song of 
tl e many, many little painted birds, hopping among the interlaced 
b; anches, delights his ears. Hard by he discovers a gentle brook 
wtiose pure crystalline waters murmur over many pearly-white 
piibbles and fine sands lying like sifted gold. Above he sees a 
fo mtain made of parti-coloured jasper and polished marble ; 
be low, another rustically fashioned in studied disorder, composed 
of little mussel-shells and the white and yellow spiral mansions 
of the snail, mingled with fragments of shining crystal and 
en leralds — a composite work of art that seems, in copying 
nature, to surpass her. 

Suddenly there rises before him an impregnable castle or 
go "geous palace with walls of solid gold, diamond turrets and 
ja( inthine gates. So wondrous is its structure that, built entirely 
of rubies, pearls, diamonds, carbuncles, gold and emeralds, its 
w( rkmanship is still more rare. After all this what more could 
on ; desire than to see issue from the gate thereof a bevy of maid- 
en 1 in gay and gorgeous attire which, if I undertook to describe, 
I s hould never have done. Their apparent leader takes the bold 
knight by the hand and silently leads him within the splendid 
palace or castle. Stripping him as naked as his mother bore him, 
si e bathes him with tepid water, anoints him with sweet- 
si lelling oils and clothes him in a shirt of softest sendal all 
pi rfumed, while another throws o'er his shoulders a mantle said 
tolbe worth at the very least a city, or even more. 

' What a great thing when they tell how then they conduct him 
to another chamber where our knight finds the tables set out so 
layishly that it takes away his breath ! how for his hands they 
pour water distilled from amber and sweet-scented flowers ! how 
they seat him upon marble ! how the damsels in serving him 

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preserve aVnarvellous silence ! how they fetch him such a variety 
of dainties so temptingly prepared that the appetite is at a lofes 
v*rhich to choose ! And then, while he eats, to hear the music and 
song that hover about him, proceeding from he knows not 
where ! And so, his repast ended and the tables removed, they 
leave him reclining on the dais and (as was the custom) picking 
his teeth maybe, when lo ! a maid far fairer than any of the first 
enters by the chamber door, and taking her seat beside, tells pim 
the name of that castle, how she's enchanted there, and oiher 
things that hold the knight in suspense and fill the reader with 
admiring delight. ) 

' I don't care to enlarge further, since from what I have said 
may be seen how it matters not at what page of what err: nt's 
history one opens, one is sure to be diverted and surprised. Let 
your worship do as I say : read these books through and y )u'll 
find that they banish melancholy and sweeten a soured nal ure. 
For myself I may say that since I am become knight-errant, lifind 
myself valiant, courteous, noble-minded ; liberal, gracious, bold 
gentle, patient ; one that has undergone hardship, duress and 
enchantment. Though a short time since I was thrown into a cage 
like an idiot, I purpose by mine arm's might and Heaven's 
favour, if fortune cross me not, in a few days to find myself King, 
where I may manifest the gratitude and liberality courted ip my 
breast. For the poor man cannot show himself generous though 
he be so in the highest degree. Mere inclination to bestcw fa- 
vours is a dead thing, like faith without works, and I the 'efore 
could wish that fortune soon offered occasion whereby I might 
reveal the goodness of my heart by conferring benefits on my 
friends, in particular on my squire, poor Sancho here, th j best 
fellow in the world. To him I should give a county, promised 
these many days, but which, I fear, he lacks the capacity to 
govern. ' 

Sancho, overhearing these words of his master, at 
exclaimed : ' Rest not, Senor Don Quijote, but strive to 
this county, as surely promised by your worship as expected by 
me, for I give my word there'll be no lack of capacity to govern 
the same. And were there, I've heard tell of men in the world 



that farm lords' estates, at so much a year, taking alll;he trouble 
of running things, while the lord sits with outstretched legs 
enjoying his rent, and no worry. That's what I shall do, not 
stand haggling over trifles : at once get clear of the whole, spend 
my rent like a duke and let the world wag. ' ' That would answer 
very well, brother Sancho, '^ advised the canon, ' so far as 
enjoyment of the revenue is concerned, but the lord of a prov- 
ince has also to administer justice, where ability and sound 
judgment are needed, and above all a firm resolve to unearth the 
truth. If at the beginning these be lacking, the middle and end 
fare ill, and God as frequently rewards the honest intentions 
of the simple as He frustrates the evil desidgte of the shrewd. ' 
' I know not these philosophies, ' replied Sancho ; ' I only 
know I would I had the county, since I can rule it as soon as I 
get it. I have as much soul as the next and as much body as the 
best of them. I should be as much king on my estate as every 
man on his, and being that I should do as I liked, and doing as I 
liked I should do my pleasure, and in pleasing myself I should 
be satisfied, and when a man is satisfied, nothing more is wanted, 
and there's an end. So let the thing come. God be with you and 
let us see ourselves, as one blind man said to another. ' ' These 
aren't bad philosophies, as you call them, ' agreed the canon, 
' though a good deal still might be said in this matter of counties. ' 
Here Don Quijote spoke up : ' I know not what more there is to 
say : I simply follow the example set me by the great Amadis 
of Gaul, who made his squire count of Insula Firme. With no 
scruples of conscience therefore, I can bestow the same title on 
Sancho Panza, one of the best squires that ever served knight- 
errant. ' 

The canon was left amazed at ail this consistent nonsense 
(if nonsense may be so termed), both at the manner in which 
Don Quijote narrated the adventure of the lake and at the firm 
hold the concerted falsehoods' of his books had taken, and last 
but not least he marvelled at the ingenuousness of Sancho Panza 
in fixing such eager hopes on the promise of his master. The 
servants had now returned with the sumpter-mule, and making 
a carpet and the green grass serve for table, in the shade of some 


trees they sat them down and there had their meal, that the 
carter, as has been said, might not lose for his oxen the advantage 
of the grazing. 

(There is a short interruption here for the entrance of a goatherd 
and his tale). 


The rare adventure of the penitents, brought to a happy- 
issue by Don Quijote de la Mancha though at the expend- 
iture of some sweat 

Now this year it so happened that the clouds refused the earth 
their wonted showers and all the villages round about 
were organising procesions, rogations and penances imploring 
God to open the hands of his mercy and send rain. With this 
object the people of a hamlet hard by were marching to a shrine 
at one side that dale, and as our knight beheld their penitential 
garb, not stopping to think of the many such he had seen before, 
he imagined here was an adventure that concerned him alone. In 
this opinion he was confirmed by his belief that the image draped 
in mourning was some lady of rank abducted by these low-lived 
brazen-faced cowards. 

Thus persuaded our champion promptly seized Rocinante, 
who equally with the oxen had been grazing, removed the shield 
and bridle fom the saddlebow, had him bitted in a trice, begged 
his sword of Sancho, mounted, embraced the target and thus 
addressed his companions : ' Now will you see, O worthy com- 
pany, how imports it that in the world are men that profess the 
order of errant knighthood. Now, I repeat, you will be able to 
judge, by the liberation of the good woman borne captive there, 
whether or no adventurers should rightly be esteemed.' With this 
he dug heels into Rocinante (for just then spurs he had none) 
and at full gallop (not once do we read of Rocinante's reaching 
a run) rode to meet the penitents. The priest, canon and barber 


did their best to restrain him, but without success. Nor were 
more availing Sancho's cries of : ' Whither, whither, Seiior Don 
Quijote ? what the deuce drives you to attack our Catholic faith ? 
Mind, damn it all, 'tis a procession of penitents and the lady on 
the stretcher is the most blessed image of the Virgin without 
stain. Mind what you're about, sire, for this time of a truth it 
may be said ye know not what ye do. ' 

Sancho exerted himself to no purpose : so bent was his master 
on assaulting these draped figures and releasing the lady in black 
that he heard not a word, nor would he have turned for a king's 
summons. Arriving before the procession he checked his steed, 
already quite willing to subside, and in harsh impetuous manner 
called : ' Ye that hide your faces, for no good reason perhaps, 
halt and hear what I say. ' The bearers of the image rested, and 
one of the four ecclesiastics chanting litanies, observing the 
strange visage and sorry get-up of the knight, together with the 
leanness of his nag, said in reply : ' If you have aught to say, 
brother, be brief, for these in our train are flagellating themselves 
by way of penance, and we cannot and must not delay, unless 
your message can be told in two words. ' ' In one ; it is this : 
that you instantly set free that fair one, whose tears and sad 
looks clearly betoken you carry her against her will, after having 
done her some scandalous outrage. I, that was born into the 
world to redress such injuries, shan't suffer one step in advance 
till you have given the desired and deserved liberty. ' 

All that heard him utter this manifesto, knowing he must be a 
madman, burst into laughter, which was as powder in inflaming 
the wrath of Don Quijote, who now without another word drew 
sword and made for the carrying-frame. One of the bearers, 
leaving his share of the load to his companions, seized a brace 
upon which the stretcher occasionally rested, and though a 
sword-cut from his adversary cut off more than half thereof, 
with the remaining third he dropped such a wicked rap on 
the shoulder of the knight's sword-arm that, unable to defend 
himself with his shield, he suffered a miserable fall. Sancho 
Panza, who had now arrived, all out of wind from running, 
seeing his master's discomfiture, called to his assailant to stay 

IjII the penitents home-coming 237 

the blows, since that was naught but a poor enchanted errant 
that had never harmed anyone in all the days of his life. "What 
stayed the churl however was not Sancho's outcry but the sight 
of Don Quijote who moved neither hand nor foot. Supposing 
him killed, the fellow hastily tucked up his tunic under his 
girdle and fled across the fields like a deer. 

By this time the knight's companions came up to where he 
lay, and the processionists, seeing them advancing on the run, 
particularly the officers with their cross-bows, made a stand 
round the image as if expecting trouble. With raised hoods the 
penitents with their scourges and the priests with their candle- 
poles awaited the attack, fully determined to defend themselves 
or even take the offensive if need be. But fortune decreed better, 
for our village-priest was recognised by one among the process- 
ionists, and thus the panic of the two squadrons was allayed. 
Our priest in two sentences explained Don Quijote, whom the 
penitents now crowded around to discover if dead. There, on 
his master's body, they found Sancho Panza, making the most 
pitiful and comical lament ever heard, wailing with tears : 
' O rose of chivalry, to think that with just one cudgel-blow 
should be ended the course of thy richly employed years ! 
O honour of thy line, honour and glory of La Mancha, indeed 
of all the world, which lacking thee will fill with scoundrels, no 
longer in fear of horse-whipping for their deviltries ! O liberal 
above all the Alexanders, since for only eight months' service 
thou hast given me the best island the sea encircles and 
surrounds ! O thou humble with the proud and arrogant with 
the humble, thou that takest dangers by storm, acquainted with 
humiliation, enamoured without cause, emulator of the good, 
thou scourge of the wicked, thou foe of the mean ! in short a 
knight-errant, which leaves nothing more to be said ! ' 

With this his squire's lamentation the knight came to ; his first 
words were : ' He that from thee live^^art, sweetest Dulcinea, 
endures by that act greater misery than these. Friend Sancho, 
help me mount the enchanted cart, for with this shoulder in 
pieces I may not press the saddle of my steed. ' ' Here am I, ' 
responded the other, ' and let us, my master, go to our homes 


in company with these gentlemen who wish you only good, for 
there we can plan another sally that will result in greater profit 
and greater fame. ' ' You say well, ' sighed his lord, ' and sound 
wisdom will it be to let pass the baleful influence of the stars now 
in the ascendant. ' The canon, priest and barber seconded this 
good resolve and lifted the knight to his old position on the cart. 
The processionists formed and took up their pilgrimage ; the 
officers not caring to go further, were paid off by the priest. The 
canon too went his way, leaving only the priest, barber, Don 
Quij'ote, Sancho and the good Rocinante, who had suffered all 
things as patiently as his sire. 

The carter reyoked his oxen and with our knight resting 
against a bundle of hay set out at the usual pace on a road pointed 
out by the priest. At the end of six days they reached Don 
Quijote's village, which they entered about no on on a Sunday , 
with the village-folk all in the plaza through which the cart had 
to pass. Every one ran to get a look inside and what was their 
astonishment on finding their fellow-townsman there. A small 
boy ran to notify the housekeeper and niece of the arrival of 
their master and uncle, pale, emaciated, stretched in an ox-cart 
on a bundle of hay, and pitiful it was to hear their lamentations, 
the buffetings they gave themselves and the curses they heaped 
afresh on those abominable books of chivalry — all of which 
they repeated when Don Quijote entered at the gate. 

Sancho Panza's wife came running at the news of our advent- 
urer's return, knowing her husband had accompanied him in the 
office of squire. On finding him her first question was was 
Dapple well. ' In better health than his master, ' replied Sancho. 
' Thanks be to God that has given me this blessing ! But tell 
me, friend, what good things have you brought back from your 
squiries ? what petticoat for me and what little shoes for the 
children ? ' ' Nothing of that, ' replied her husband, ' but things 
of greater pith and moment. ' ' Good enough, let's have a look at 
them, dearie. I wish to clieer my heart, sad and upset all the 
ages you have been away. ' ' Wait till we are home then ; rest 
content for tlie present, and should it please God that we take 
the road again in quest of adventures, you'll see me made a count 


or governor of an isle — not the kind that grow around here 
but the best that can be found. ' ' So Heaven grant, for we need 
it enough ; but tell me more about them, husband, for isles are 
new to me. ' ' Honey is not for the ass's mouth ; in time you'll 
see, and won't you be surprised to hear vassals address you as 
Your Ladyship ! ' 

' What are you talking about, man — ladyships and vassals 
and isles ? ' enquired Juana Panza — such was the name of San- 
cho's wife (they weren't kinsfolk but in La Mancha wives are 
wont to take their husband's surnames). ' Don't be in such a 
hurry to know everything at once ; it's enough that I tell the 
truth and led it rest at that. Only let me say in passing that for 
an honest man there's no better sport than being squire to a 
knight-errant-seeker-of-adventures. To be sure most of those 
they find don't pan out as one might hope : out of every hundred 
ninety-nine have a twist on them — in saying which I speak 
from knowledge, for from some I have emerged in a blanket, and 
knocked out of shape from others. But for all that it's a fine 
thing to go looking for experiences, crossing mountains, prying 
into woods, climbing over rocks, dropping in at castles and 
putting up at taverns at one's will and with devil a farthing to 
pay! ' 

While passed this colloquy, the knight's niece and housekeeper 
had received him at his house door, stripped him of clothes and 
laid him on his ancient bed, he all the while staring vacantly, 
not knowing where he was. The priest charged the niece to spare 
no pains in making her uncle comfortable and ever to be on the 
alert lest he again escape them. He told the women the story of 
the rescue, at which recital they raised anew their lamentation 
and a second time anathematised the books of chivalry, imploring 
Heaven to plunge the authors of such lies and extravagances 
into the bottom of the abyss. 

The pair were left on pins and needles lest their master and 
uncle give them the slip the moment he found himself better, but 
though it fell out as they feared, the present author hasn't 
succeeded in finding, at least in authentic writings, record of the 
deeds our knight performed on this his third sally, though he has 


sought with pains and diligence. This much only has fame pre- 
served in the memories of La Manchan folk — that the third 
time their favourite son left home he journeyed to Saragossa, and 
there took part in the famous jousts, acquitting himself in a 
manner worthy his valour and resolute mind. 




GOD help me, illustrious or belike plebeian reader, how anxiously 
must thou be looking to this prologue, expecting me to abuse, 
trim and anathematise the author of the false Don Quijote, him 
reputed conceived in Tordesillas and born in Tarragona. Alas, 
I cannot give thee this satisfaction for, though injury is v^^ont to 
waken wrath even in the meekest breasts, mine must be the 
exception. Thou wouldst have' me name him ass, idiot, shameless 
creature ; this, however, I am far from doing. Let his sin be his 
punishment, with his bread let him eat it and there let it rest. The 
only thing I felt was his calling me old and maimed, as though 
'twere in my power to stay Time's passing and as though I received 
my maimedness in some tavern-brawl and not in the noblest occa- 
sion seen of past or present, the noblest .the future e'er may hope 
to see. If my scars shine not in strangers' eyes, at least they are 
respected by those knowing their origin ; for better looks the soldier 
dead in battle than alive in flight. So firmly do I hold this that it 
here and now they offered me such an impossibility, rather would 
I be found in that mighty action, than not and free of wounds. The 
scars a soldier wears on his face and breast are stars rather, 
leading others to a heaven of honour and the hope of deserved 
praise. Let it be considered too that one writes not with grey hairs 
but with the understanding, which is wont to better itself with age. 
I also take it ill that he calls me envious and then proceeds to 
explain as to a dullard what envy is, when of the two kinds I truly 
know only that which is sacred, honourable and pure, and I have 
therefore no mind to abuse a priest, especially if he be a familiar of 
the Holy Oilice. If he said this on behalf of whom he seems to say 
it, he is wholly deceived, since I worship that man's genius and 
admire his work and his virtuous unfaltering zeal. Yet am I grateful 
to this gentlemanly author for thinking my novels more satirical 
than exemplary, while admitting their excellence ; which they would 
want did they not partake of the nature of both. I seem to hear thee 
say I go gently in this matter and am quite content within the 
bounds of my submission, as if concious that afflictions may not be 
heaped upon the afflicted. And indeed that which this gentleman 


suffers must be grave, since he dares not appear in the open field 
beneath the clear sky, but conceals his name and disguises his 
dwelling-place as if guilty of high treason. If thou perchance meet 
with him, say I bear no ill-will, knowing as I do the temptations of 
the devil and that one of the greatest is believing one can write and 
publish a book certain to win as much fame as money and as much 
money as fame. In confirmation thereof prithee tell him in your best 
wit and manner the following tale : 

' In Seville dwelt a certain madman that hit upon the strangest 
vagary and notion ever such an one conceived. Every dog he could 
catch in the streets or elsewhere, he would hold by its fore-legs 
between his own and raising its hind ones would fit a cane-tube 
sharpened at the end, and then blow the cur up till he made it round 
as a ball. Keeping it in this position he would give it two little slaps 
on its belly before he let it go, saying to the bystanders (who were 
always many) : ' Your worships see how little it is to fill a dog. ' 
So your worship may know little it is to fill a book. ' 

And if that tale please him not, dear reader, tell him this, like- 
wise of a madman and a dog ; ' In Cordova dwelt another lunatic, 
whose habit it was to carry on his head a marble slab or other heavy 
stone. Approaching any heedless cur he would drop it on him, 
plump, whereat the dog in his terror would not cease yelping and 
howUng for three streets. One day he chanced to approach a pointer, 
owned and greatly beloved by a hat-maker. The stone dropped, 
struck the dog on the head, the brute gave a howl, his master saw 
and felt, and rushing out with a yard-stick left not a whole bone in 
the body of the idiot, at whom with every stroke he cried : ' What, 
my pointer ? you rascally cur ! Didn't you see, you heartless wretch, 
that my dog was a pointer ? ' and dinning the word in his ear he let 
him go, pounded to a jelly. The idiot learned his lesson and for more 
than a month kept off the streets, but at length appeared again with 
his little game and a still heavier weight. He approached the first 
dog as usual, but looking him over from head to tail, neither dared 
nor cared to drop his burden, saying : ' 'Tis a pointer, go slow ! ' In 
short he insisted that every dog he met, though mastiff or terrier, 
was a pointer, and so never let fall his stone. ' 

Thus perchance will it fare with this historian, that he'll no longer 
have the effrontery to let fall the weight of his wit in books which, 
being bad, are harder than rocks. Tell him too, touching his threat 
to rob me of my profits by his book, that I don't care a farthing, 


and I answer in the words of the famous farce La Perendenga : 
' Long live the alderman my master, and Christ be with us all. ' 
Long live the great Conde de Lemos, whose Christian charity and 
widely known liberality keep me on my feet against all the blows of 
my scant fortune. And long live the supreme benevolence of His 
Eminence of Toledo, Don Bernardo Sandoval y Rojas, presses or no 
presses and though there be printed against me more books than 
there are letters in the couplets of Mingo Revulgo. Without adulation 
or flattery from me these two princes have of their own goodness 
done me service whereby I count myself richer and happier than if 
fortune herself had led me to her summit. Honour is ever possible to 
a poor man, but never to a vicious ; poverty may obscure but cannot 
efface nobility of nature. Virtue of herself gives light which, though 
through vents and chinks of penury it shine, comes to be valued of 
high and noble spirits and is by them favoured. 

Tell him no more, even as I have no more to tell thee, save that 
thou shalt regard this second part of Don Quijote as cut by the same 
hand and from the same cloth as the first. In it I offer our hero 
continued, concluded and in his grave, lest any dare revive him. 
Sufficient is the witness of his past ; sufficient too that a responsible 
person should twice have given thee his shrewd foUies, without 
asking that they be entered into again. A surfeit even of good things 
grows wearisome, while a dearth, though of things bad, wins a 
certain esteem. I was forgetting to say that thou mayst soon expect 
the Persiles, which I am now finishing, together with the second 
part of Galatea. 


The priest and barber interview Don Quijote with regard 

to his infirmity 

IN the second part of this history, being the third sally of Don 
Quijote, Gid Hamed Benengeli relates that the priest and 
barber refrained from calling on our knight for almost a month, 
lest they quicken the past in his memory. Occasionally however 
they dropped in on the niece and housekeeper, urging that their 
master be given nourishing food, such as would benefit mind and 
brain, whence, there was reason to believe, proceeded the whole 
trouble. The women replied that they would persevere in these 
their attentions with all possible diligence and care, for they 
could see that their master now and then showed signs of once 
more being himself. On hearing this news the visitors were more 
than delighted and congratulated themselves on the success of 
their plan in carrying him home enchanted on the ox -cart, as 
described in the last chapter of the first part of this great as 
true history. 

So our friends resolved to wait upon Don Quijote and judge 
for themselves as to his recovery, though, deeming it hardly pos- 
sible in so short a time, they agreed not to refer even remotely to 
errant arms, lest they risk reopening a wound that must still be 
tender. Accordingly they called and found the knight sitting in 
bed, clad in green baize jerkin and red Toledan night-cap so dry 
and colourless himself that one might take him for a mummy. 
He received them very cordially, and on their asking after his 
condition answered rationally with well -chosen words both 
with regard to himself and his past illness. In the course of con- 
versation they came to treat of ways and means in matters of 
state, amending this abuse and condemning that, reforming one 
custom and^anishing another, each of the three setting himself 
up' as a late-born lawgiver, a modern Lycurgus or brand-new 


Solon. In short they remade the republic as completely as if they 
had put it in a forge and drawn forth quite another. And upon 
all these matters Don Quijote spake with such sense that his 
two inquisitors couldn't but believe him again clothed and in his 
right mind. 

The niece and housekeeper were present at this interview and 
could not sufficiently thank their God, when they saw their 
master so sound in reason. But the priest, changing the first 
intent of not harking back to chivalry, would now make a 
thorough test of their friend's recovery, whether apparent only 
or real. And thus from one thing to another he came at last to 
tell of the news from the capital : among other things how 'twas 
considered certain that the Turk was lowering with a powerful 
armada, though his designs were not yet known, nor where the 
great storm was likely to burst. Almost every year, the priest 
explained, this peril calls us to arms ; now all Christendom was 
alert, and His Majesty had provided for the defence of Naples, 
Sicily and the island of Malta. ' His Majesty, ' remarked Don 
Quijote, ' has acted like a politic warrior in fortifying his 
dominions aforetime, that the enemy may not find him unpre- 
pared. But if my advice were listened to, I could suggest to our 
sovereign a certain precautionary measure, at this time furthest 
from his thoughts. ' 

Scarce had these words left his mouth when the priest 
exclaimed to himself : ' God hold thee in his hand, my poor 
Don Quijote, since surely thou art falling from the height of 
madness to the abyss of simplicity ! ' Though sharing the priest's 
apprehension, the barber ventured to enquire what was this 
measure he deemed so advisable ; belike it resembled other 
impertinent counsels so freely offered to princes. ' Mine, goodman 
shaver, would not prove impertinent but quite the reverse. ' 
' I intended no discourtesy, ' apologised the other, ' but experi- 
ence shows impossible, absurd or injurious to king or realm all 
or most expedients proposed to His Majesty. ' ' My remedy, ' 
the knight assured him, ' is none of these. Rather 'tis the best, 
simplest, most practicable and immediate that any projector 
could devise, ' 


' Your worship is long in declaring it, ' remarked the priest. 
' I little care to reveal it now to you two and in the morning 
have it whispered in the ears of the royal council and another 
gather the fruit and guerdon of my labour. ' ' As for me, ' quoth 
the barber, ' I give my word here and before God not to repeat 
a syllable of what your worship may say, to king, Roque or 
earthly man : an oath I borrow from a ballad belonging to the 
priest, in the preface of which the king is informed of the thief 
that stole a hundred doubloons and his ambling mule. ' ' I'm not 
acquainted with the tale, ' replied Don Quijote, ' but I trust the 
oath because I know that senor barber is a man of honour. ' 
' "Were he not, ' said the priest, '.I'ld go bail and vouch that in 
this instance, on penalty of sentence and costs, he'ld not speak 
more than a dummy. ' ' And who will answer for you, father ? ' 
' My profession, which is to keep secrets. ' 

' Body of me ! ' thereupon exclaimed the knight, ' what has 
His Majesty to do but publicly summon on a given day all 
knights-errant at present roaming over Spain, for should but 
a bare half-dozen appear, amongst them might be one that 
single-handed could destroy the Turk's entire armament ! Follow 
me, gentlemen, in what I am about to say. Is it perchance un- 
heard of for a solitary knight to crush an army of two hundred 
thousand men as if of sugar- paste and joined at one throat? 
nay, tell me, how many histories abound with these marvels ? 
Farewell Quijote, not to mention others, were famous Don 
Belianis or any of the innumerable line of Amadis of Gaul now 
alive, for were the Turk faced with one of them, I'ld not answer 
for the consequences. God however will take care of his people 
and send one that, if not so bold as adventurers of old, will 
be no less chivalrous. He understands me and that is enough. ' 
' Woe's me, ' cried the niece, ' may they kill me if mine uncle 
doesn't wish to turn knight-errant again ! ' ' Knight-errant must 
I die, let the Turk lower or rise when he pleases and powerfully 
as he may, but again I say God knows my meaning. ' Upon 
this the barber said : ' Allow me, your worships, to relate a 
little episode originating from Seville, which I am anxious to 
rehearse to you all because it fits the occasiqn like a glove.' 


His host gave permission, the priest and others their attention 
and the barber began : 

' His kinsfolk placed a certain madman in the Seville madhouse 
through his having lost his wits. He was a graduate in common 
law at Osuna but many held that though it had been at Salamanca, 
none the less held have been crazy. At the end of several years 
confinement he made himself believe that he was again in his 
right mind and writing the archbishop to this effect craved 
release from his present misery. Through God's mercy he had 
entirely recovered his former wits, he declared, though his 
kinsfolk, to enjoy his property, still kept him confined and even 
to his death would insist despite the truth that he was mad. 

' Moved by his many and coherent letters the archbishop bade 
one of his chaplains learn from the madhouse-superintendent 
whether or not what the the lawyer wrote was so ; furthermore 
to speak with the inmate himself and if he appeared sane, pro- 
cure his release. The chaplain complied and in answer to his 
questions the superintendent said the party was certainly still 
crazed : though frequently he spoke like a person of considerable 
intelligence, at the end he never failed to deliver himself of ideas 
that both in quantity and quality equalled in folly his previous 
good sense, as by conversing with him would be discovered. 

' The chaplain desired to make the test and closeting himself 
with the fellow talked with him an hour or more, in all which 
time the graduate said nothing vapid or strange ; indeed he spoke 
with such perception that the chaplain was forced to believe him 
wholly restored. Among other things the latter said that the 
superintendent was .against him that he might not lose the hush- 
money constantly sent by his kinsmen, that he should still be 
reported mad, though with lucid intervals. The curse in his 
misfortune was a considerable property, to enjoy the fruits 
whereof his enemies wronged him by denying that our Lord had 
shown this mercy of turning him from beast to human being. In 
short he brought the superintendent under suspicion, made his 
kinsfolk appear godless, covetous wretches, and himself so quick 
and clever that the chaplain decided to take him along and let 
the archbishop himself put his finger on the truth. 


' In this good faith the good chaplain asked the superintendent 
to see that the man's clothes were returned. The other again 
warned him that tlie fellow was still unquestionably mad, but 
this advice was wasted on the chaplain, and the superintendent 
seeing it was at the archbishop's orders had the lawyer dressed 
in his fine clothes. On finding himself in his right mind and rid 
of his crazy weeds our friend prayed the chaplain to let him out 
of love bid farewell to his companions there. The chaplain said 
he would accompany him and see the other inmates, so they and 
several others went upstairs to where they were confined. The 
graduate first approached the cell of a raving fellow, who chanced 
just then to be tractable and quiet, and thus addressed him : 
' See if there is aught I can do for you, brother, for I am going 
home, now that God through his infinite goodness and mercy 
and through no desert of mine has been pleased to restore me to 
sanity. Yes, I am myself again, for with Him all things are 
possible. Put your hope and trust in the Father, for, even as He 
has returned me to my first estate, so will He you to yours, 
if you trust Him. I shall make a point of sending you dainties, 
which be sure to eat, for I'M have you know what I, that have 
been through the mill, think about these matters, and that is 
that all our wild ways come from empty stomachs and heads 
full of air. Take courage, man, for dejection in misfortune short- 
ens life and hastens death. ' 

' This little lecture was overheard by another inmate whose 
cell was just opposite, and this fellow, raising himself from an 
old rush-mat where he lay stripped and bare to the skin, in loud 
voice now questioned who it was that was leaving so sane and 
sound. ' It is I, brother, ' the graduate replied, ' for there's no 
need of my remaining longer; for which I give infinite thanks to 
Heaven that thus has greatly favoured me. ' ' Take care, sir, and 
let not the devil deceive thee, ' returned the lunatic ; ' ease thy 
foot : abide here and avoid being sent back. ' ' I'm certain I am 
sane, ' declared the graduate, ' nor will there be reasons why I 
again should pray for indulgence. ' ' Thou well ! ' quoth the 
madman ; ' never mind, let it pass and God be with thee. But I 
swear to thee by Jupiter, whose majesty I represent on earth, 


that for the crime Seville commits this day in releasing thee as a 
man of right mind, I shall heap such punishment upon her that 
the memory thereof will abide for ever and ever, amen. Rest 
assured that I can do it too, thou miserable grovelling graduate, 
for I am Jupiter the thunderer, that hold in my hands the 
blasting bolts wherewith I can and am wont to threaten and 
devastate the world ! But I purpose to chastise this ignorant 
people in quite another way : by not raining hereabouts for three 
whole years, counting from the day and hour whereon this curse 
is pronounced. Thou free, thou sane, thou cured ! and I mad, 
I gone astray, I in confinement ! why, I should as soon think 
of raining as of hanging myself. ' 

' The bystanders listened attentively to these vociferations, at 
the end of which our graduate, turning to the chaplain, seized 
him by the hands saying ; ' Fear not, sir ; don't attend to what 
this fool has spoken, for if he is Jupiter and will not rain, I, 
that am Neptune the father and god of waters, will rain as often 
as I choose and there's need. ' The superintendent and the others 
laughed, to the no small confusion of the chaplain who finally 
said : ' For all that. Mister Neptune, 'twill never do to ruffle old 
Jupiter. For the present stay where you are and some day with 
more time and better opportunity we'll return for you. ' They 
stripped the fellow, he remained in the madhouse and my story 
is ended. ' 

' So this is the tale, mister barber, that fitted so like a glove 
to the present occasion that you couldn't forbear telling it ! ' 
exclaimed Don Quijote ; ' well, well, goodman shaver, and how 
blind is he that can't see through a sieve ! But can you not have 
seen that comparisons 'twixt any two wits or warriors, fair ones 
or families, are ever odious and ill received? I, barber friend, am 
not Neptune god of the sea, nor do I try to make others believe 
me sane when I am not. My sole aim in life is to convince the 
world of its error in failing to revive that blessed age when 
flourished knights-at-arms. These depraved times however don't 
deserve the fortune enjoyed of those days when wandering ad- 
venturers assumed the defence of kingdoms, the championship 
of maidens, relief of orphans and minors, chastisement of the 


proud and reward of the humble. Nowadays most knights rustle 
in damasks, brocades and other rich stuffs rather than in the 
mail of their armour. What cavalier now sleeps in the fields 
exposed to the rigour of the elements, armed cap-a-pie ? Not 
one, nor are there those that, without drawing feet from stirrups, 
leaning on their lances snatch but a wink of sleep, like the 
errants of old. No, not one that, sallying forth from this wood 
say, passes through yon mountain-range, and tliere measuring the 
barren shore of the ever-changing tempestuous sea finds a little 
bark without oars or sail, mast or tackle, wherein with intrepid 
heart he leaps, abandoning himself to the implacable surge, that 
now mounts him to the skies and now sinks him low as the 
abyss ; but he, facing the almighty storm, when least he expects 
it finds himself three thousand and more leagues distant from 
where he embarked, and leaping forth on a remote and unknown 
shore meets with experiences worthy to be inscribed not on 
parchment but on bronze. 

' With us, on the contrary, sloth triumphs over industry, ease 
over labour, vice over virtue, vanity over valour, and the theory 
over the practice of arms, which only in the errants of the golden 
age truly lived and were splendid. Or tell me, who more hon- 
est and brave than the famous Amadis of Gaul ? more wise than 
Palmerin of England ? more reasonable and accommodating 
than Tirante the white ? who more gallant than Lisuarte of Greece 
or more slashed and a better fencer than Don Belianis ? Who, 
pray tell, was more intrepid than Perion of Gaul or better at 
facing dangers than Felixmarte of Hyrcania ? who more sincere 
than Esplandian or more rash than Girongilio of Thrace ? who 
bolder than Rodamonte or more prudent than king Sobrino ? 
who ever lived more the dare-devil than Rinaldo or more invin- 
cible than Roland? and last of all who more the courteous 
gentleman than Ruggiero, from whom the dukes of Ferrara are 
descended, according to Turpin in his cosmography ? 

'AH these, father, and many another I might name, were 
knights-errant, the rose and expectancy of arms. These, or such 
as these, I could wish to be they that would answer the sum- 
mons, for in that event His Majesty would find himself well 



served and avoid mucfi waste, while the Turk could go pull his 
beard. Bui now I'll stay where I am, since the chaplain doesn't 
call me. Snould Jupiter not rain however, here am I, that will 
rain when I please. I say this that master basin may be sure I 
comprehend him.' 'Believe me, Seiior Don Quijote, ' protested 
the barber, ' I didn't mean it that way, and since my intention 
was good, so may God help me, your worship shouldn't resent 
what I said. ' ' I am the best judge as to whether I should resent 
it or not, ' the knight returned ; whereupon the priest spoke up : 
' Though I've scarce unsewed my lips as yet, I prefer not to 
be left with a certain scruple that scratches and gnaws at my 
conscience, born of what Senor Don Quijote has just been 
saying. ' ' Your reverence, ' replied Don Quijote, ' has leave for 
more than that and so certainly may confide your scruple ; a 
pricking conscience is no peace. ' 

' "With this permission then, I'll say I find it impossible to 
persuade myself that this motley crew of errant knights referred 
to by your worship were truly persons of flesh and bone living 
in the world. On the contrary I fear that it's all fiction, fable 
and falsehood, dreams told by men awake or better to say half- 
asleep. ' ' This is another error many have fallen into, and I have 
repeatedly laboured with all sorts of persons and on many and 
divers occasions to bring this most general illusion face to face 
with the light of truth. Sometimes I have failed, again succeeded, 
supporting all I have said upon truth's shoulders. Which truth is 
so certain that I am ready to say I have seen Amadis of Gaul 
with these very eyes : a man of great stature, fair skin, handsome 
though blackish beard, in bearing neither stern nor gentle, 
of few words, slow to anger and promptly appeased. In the 
same manner, such as I imagine them to have been, I could 
paint and describe all the knights-errant that figure in the history 
of this world, simply from mine intuition that they were what 
their biographies profess. From the deeds they performed and 
the natures they betrayed could reasonably be constructed 
visages, colouring and statures. ' 

' How tall do you think the giant Morgante to have been ? ' 
enquired the priest. ' Opinions diff'er as to whether or no there 


ever were giants in the world, but Holy Scripture, which cannot 
contain one atom of falsehood, shows there must have been, 
giving us the story of the ever-so-tall Philistine Goliath, who 
stood seven cubits and a half, an unconscionable height. In 
Sicily moreover have been found shank and shoulder-bones 
large enough to be fastened upon giants as tall as a tower — 
geometry puts this beyond a doubt. Nevertheless I can't state 
precisely how tall Morgante was, though I imagine he couldn't 
have been colossal, for in the story where particular mention 
is made of his deeds I find he frequently slept under cover — 
if he could squeeze into a house, obviously his bulk was not 
inordinate. ' 

' That certainly follows, ' assented the priest who, in his 
enjoyment of this extravagance, now asked his friend concerning 
the features of Rinaldo of Montalvan, and of Don Roland and 
the other Twelve Peers of France, all of whom were errant- 
knights. ' I should hazard that Rinaldo had broad features, ruddy 
complexion, eyes quick and rather prominent, that he was an 
excessive spit-fire and a friend of thieves and reprobates. I always 
picture Roland, Rotolando or Orlando (known to history under 
the three names) as of medium height, broad-shouldered, a trifle 
bow-legged, of swarthy skin, auburn beard and hairy body 
generally, with a savage look about him and though not much 
of a talker, cultured and courteous withal. ' ' If that was his 
appearance, ' observed the priest, ' no wonder Angelica the fair 
disdained and quitted him for the gentle spirit, gaiety and manners 
of the little beard-budding Moorish lad with whom she took up, 
showing her good taste in craving Medoro's softness over 
Roland's severity. ' 

' This Angelica, ' explained Don Quijote, ' was a coarse 
woman, roving and fickle to boot, and left the world as filled 
with her badness as her beauty. She scorned a thousand men of 
noble birth, a thousand warriors, a thousand wisemen, putting 
up at last with a little smooth-faced page without riches and 
with no name other than a reputation for gratitude, entitled 
thereto by the loyalty he bore his friend. The great singer of the 
girl's attractions, the famous Ariosto, not daring or not caring to 



sing her lot after her vile surrender, siace they couldn't be things 
exceeding in purity, bade her farewell with the lines : 

How she obtained the sceptre of Cathay, 
Some bard with defter quill will sing the lay. 

Doubtless this was a kind of prophecy, especially as poets also 
go by the name of seers or diviners. The truth thereof is now 
made evident, for since then a famous Andalusian poet has wept 
and chanted her tears, and another rare and renowned Gastilian 
has sung her beauty. ' 

' Tell me, Senor Don Quijote, ' here interposed the barber, 
• among so many that have praised Angelica, has there been 
none to satirise her ? ' And the other said : ' I can well believe 
that had Sacripante or Roland himself been poets, she'ld have 
had a scrubbing ere now, for it's only natural that poets, dis- 
dained and refused by their real or imaginary lady-loves, by 
those in short whom they elect mistresses of their thoughts, 
should take vengeance in satires and libels ; though such ven- 
geance surely is unworthy generous breasts. But so far no 
defamatory lines against the lady Angelica have come to my 
notice, though she turned the whole world upside down. ' ' 'Tis 
very strange, ' said the priest. Just then they heard the niece and 
housekeeper (who had left the conversation) making a great to-do 
in the corral, and our friends hastened to see what was the 


The notable struggle 'twixt Saucho Pauza on one side and 
niece and housekeeper on the other, together with further 

rare incidents 

THE history goes on to tell us that the outcries heard by Don 
Quijote, priest and barber came from the housekeeper and 
niece, who were berating Sancho Panza. The squire was tighting 
his way in to see the master, while the women were holding the 
door against him and calling out : ' What does the vagabond 


want here ? Go home, thief, since you it is and none else that 
steals master away and carries him off into the backwoods I ' 
And to this Sancho returned : ' Housekeeper of Satan ! the stolen 
and carried through the backwoods is I, not your master. He it 
is that drags me off through these worlds and you are sadly 
mistaken. 'Twas he enticed me from home with catchpennies, 
promising me an isle, which still I look for. ' ' May the cursed 
thing choke you, mischievous fellow ! ' retorted the niece ; 
' what's an isle anyway — something to eat, glutton that you 
are ? ' ' Not to eat, bat to rule and govern better than four 
cities, and more profitable than four justiceships at court. ' ' All 
the same, ' declared the housekeeper, ' you can't get in here, 
you sack of corruption and bundle of malice. Go and govern 
your house and till your farm, and leave off pretending isles and 
islands. ' 

The priest and barber were delighted by all this, but Don 
Quijote, fearing lest Sancho rip open and expose a sack of 
mischievous blunders, touching on things not clearly to his 
master's credit, called to him, bidding the two women hush their ' 
racket and let him in. Sancho entered and the priest and barber 
took leave, despairing of their friend's recovery, seeing how set 
he was in his roving thoughts, how drunk with the folly of his 
halting chivalries. In so many words the priest said this to the 
barber : ' You'll see friend, that when least we expect it our 
gentleman will be off for another flight. ' ' I shouldn't wonder ; 
yet I am not so amazed at the madness of the knight as at the 
simplicity of the squire, clinging so tenaciously to his island 
that I question if any i^ber of disillusions could wrest it from 
his skull. ' ' God help them both, ' said the other ; ' let us be on 
the watch that we may see what comes of this crazy combination 
of master and man. It's as if the two had been cast in one 
mould — the lord's infatuation without the servant's gullibility 
wouldn't be'worth a sou. ' ' So T tHink,-^»aid the barber, ' and 
gladly wdiiim~"know what the pair are treating of at this 
moment. ' ' Depend upon our hearing from the niece and house- 
keeper, for theirs are not natures to resist eavesdropping. ' 

Don Quijote shut the chamber-door behind Sancho and himself, 


and when they were alone, the one said to the other : ' Much it 
grieves me, Sancho, that you said and still say I was the one that 
drew you from your cottage, though knowing I didn't abide in 
my castle. Together we sallied forth — we lodged and travelled 
side by side ; one luck and one lot pursued us both. If they 
blanketed you once, they belaboured me a hundred times. Hence 
I carry off the honours. ' ' And rightly, ' said the other, ' for, as 
you yourself say, disasters are more congenial to errants than 
shieldbearers. ' ' You are mistaken, Sancho, for the saying is, 
Guando caput dolet — ' ' I understand no other tongue than 
mine, ' interrupted the squire. ' I mean to say that when the head 
suffers, all the members suffer with it, and I, being your lord, 
am your head and you that are my servant are my body. The ill 
I receive must be your pain as well, and your ills will likewise 
grieve me. ' 

' It must be as you say, master, but that time they tossed me, 
a member, in a blanket, my head was behind the wall watching 
me wing the air and not suffering a twinge. Now since the limbs 
• are bound to sympathise with pain in the head, so the head should 
feel for pain in the limbs. ' ' Do you mean to suggest that I didn't 
suffer when I saw them toss you ? If you do, neither speak nor 
think it, for I felt more pain in my spirit on that occasion than 
you in your body. But putting this aside, for the opportunity 
will come when we can consider and settle it, tell me, friend, 
what says the village of me ? in what opinion do the common 
people hold their townsman ? in what the hidalgos and in what 
the knights ? "What think they of my valour, my achievements 
and my courtesy ? What do you hear said anent mine undertaking 
to restore to the world its already forgotten order of chivalry ? 
In fine, boy, I would that you repeat all that has reached your 
ears regarding me, without adding aught to the good or substract- 
ing from the evil. 'Tis the part of loyal vassals to represent the 
truth to their lords in her own image and person, not letting 
adulation add to or foolish awe detract from her proper form. 
I would have you know, Sancho, that were the truth presented 
to princes stripped of the guises of flattery, the times would be 
different and other ages be held more iron-bound than ours. 



which I believe the golden of modern times. Profit by what I say, 
friend, in order that wisely and well-meaningly you may place 
in mine ears the facts concerning which I have questioned you. ' 

' This I'll do most willingly, master mine, provided your 
worship won't take offence at what I say, since you wish me to 
repeat things stark-naked, with no more clothes on than when 
they came to me. ' ' In no wise shall I take offence, ' promised 
the knight ; ' you may speak freely without circumlocution. ' 
' Then the first thing on my list is that the common folk take 
you for an out-and-out idiot and me for no less. The hidalgos 
say that, not content to remain among the gentry, you prefixed 
the Don and all of a sadden advanced yourself to a cavalier, 
though owning but four small vineyards, two yokes of land and 
not a whole shirt to don to your name. The cavaliers say they 
don't want hidalgos to go rivalling them, especially squireling 
gentry that smear their own shoes and stitch their black stockings 
with green silk. ' ' This, ' observed Don Quijote, ' cannot apply 
to me, who always walk forth in my best of clothes and never 
look patched. Shabby I may be, but shabby from the wear and 
tear of arms than of time. ' 

Sancho proceeded : ' Concerning your worship's valour, court- 
esy, achievements and general project, opinions differ : some say 
mad, but a pretty fancy ; others brave but unlucky ; still others, 
courteous but cavalier. Indeed opinion goes knocking at so many 
points as to leave neither of us a whole bone. ' ' Observe, San- 
cho, ' said the other, ' that where virtue exists eminently, 'tis 
persecuted. Few or none of the famous great ones of old escaped 
calumny. Julius Caesar, most spirited, wise and valiant captain 
that he was, they set down not only as ambitious but unclean 
both in dress and manners. Alexander, whose deeds gained him 
the epithet of the great, is said to have had marks of the drunk- 
ard upon him. They even tell me that Hercules, he of the many 
labours, was lascivious and soft. Don Galaor, brother of Amadis 
of Gaul, 'tis whispered was excessively quarrelsome and of his 
brother that he was a whimperer. Among such scandalous 
vilification of good men, that of me may surely pass unheeded, 
when 'tis no more than you have mentioned. ' 



' That's the deuce of it, body of my father ! ' exclaimed San- 
cho. ' Then is there something to come ? ' ' The tail is not 
skinned yet, ' said the squire ; ' what I've told so far is but cakes 
and cookies, and would you know the rest, I'll straight fetch one 
that will tell all without skipping a copper. Last night arrived 
Bartholomew Garrasco's son from having received the bachelor's 
degree at Salamanca and when I went over to bid him welcome, 
he told me that a history of your worship was in print under 
the title. That Imaginative Gentleman Don Quijote de LaMancha. 
He says I'm mentioned under my real name of Sancho Panza ; 
also Dulcinea del Toboso, together with other things that oc- 
curred just 'twixt you and me, which makes me cross myself 
with wonder as to how the chap that wrote the book could 
have known them. ' 

' I am sure, ' said our knight, ' that the author was some cunning 
magician, since from them naught of what they would write is 
concealed. ' ' But how can he be cunning and a magician when, 
according to this fellow Samson Garrasco, he signs himself Gid 
Hamet Berengena (egg-plant). ' ' 'Tis a Moorish name, ' observed 
the other. ' I dare say, said Sancho, ' for I've heard that most 
Moors are fond of berengena. ' ' You must have mistaken the 
surname of this Gid, Gid being as you know Arabic for sir. ' 
' Maybe I have, and would your worship like me to fetch this 
bachelor lad, I'll reach him quickly as a bird. ' ' 'Twill give me 
great pleasure, friend. This news holds me in suspense and not 
a morsel will agree with me till I am made acquainted with all. ' 
' I am off then, ' said Sancho ; and leaving his lord, he went in 
search of the bachelor, with whom he shortly returned and 'twixt 
the three a most diverting colloquy ensued. 



The diverting interview between Don Quijote, Sancho Pauza 
and the bachelor Samson Carrasco 

DON Quijote remained gravely pensive, staying the bachelor 
Carrasco, from whom he was to hear these tidings of 
himself which, according to Sancho Panza, were now printed 
and blown abroad. It was difficult to be persuaded that such 
things could be : that, ere the blood of his enemies was dry on 
his sword, they would have the record of his noble chivalries in 
print. Some sorcerer, friend or foe, through his power of 
enchantment, might, he fancied, have given them to the press : 
if friend, to vaunt them, setting them above the most signal 
achievements of errants of old ; if foe, to belittle them, setting 
them below the vilest performances ever writ of baseborn squire. 
Yet he was forced to confess that deeds of shieldbearers were 
never recorded, and in any case, were this story of his life 
genuine, as the story of a knight how could it be aught but 
high-flown, conspicuous, transcendent and true ! 

From this our adventurer received a little solace, but the 
reflection that an author with the title of Cid must be a Moor 
unsettled him again, since no truth could be expected from 
Moors, all of whom are charlatans, humbugs and impostors. He 
feared lest his love-affair had been treated indelicately, with the 
result that his lady's virtue would be questioned and herself 
I made light of. He could but hope that the historian had made 
clear the loyalty and unselfish love which he, her devoted one, 
had ever preserved, rejecting queens, empresses and damsels 
of all degree and holding in check his impulses and inclinations. 
Rapt and enwrapt in these and other conjectures he was found 
by Sancho Panza and Samson Carrasco, who were received 
nevertheless with marks of great courtesy. The bachelor, though 
Samson in name, was of only moderate bulk, though a good 



deal of a bully ; colourless in complexion but clever in under- 
standing. He boasted some four and twenty years, a round face, 
flat nose and large mouth : signs all of a touch of mischief and a 
liking for jokes and jests, as was evinced in this visit with Don 
Quijote, before whom he now knelt saying : ' Prithee your 
grace's hand, Senor Don Quijote de la Mancha, since by the habit 
of Saint Peter I wear, though I possess the first four orders only, 
your worship is one of the most famous knights-errant that have 
been or shall be on all the rotundity of the globe. Blessed be 
Gid Hamet, the historian of your heroic exploits, and thrice 
blest the scholar that with such pains has translated them from 
the Arabic into our vulgar tongue for the general enlightenment 
of all people. ' 

Don Quijote made the bachelor rise, saying : ' Then it is true 
there exists a history of me, composed by Moor and sage ? ' 
' So true, sir, that already more than twelve thousand copies 
have, I understand, been issued. Should you deem it impossible, 
let Portugal, Barcelona and Valencia speak, for there were they 
printed. 'Tis rumored that an edition is soon to appear at 
Antwerp and I am persuaded there's not a nation or tongue that 
won't have its translation. ' Upon this the knight replied : ' One 
thing among others that should content a gifted and virtuous man 
is seeing himself with good name in print and volume in the 
literatures of the world — I say with good name because with 
bad any death were preferable. ' ' If it be a question of report, ' 
said the bachelor, ' your worship singly bears away the palm 
from all knights-errant, since the Moor in his tongue and the 
Christian in his take care to depict your gallantry to the very 
life : your heroism in facing danger, your patience in adversity, 
sufferance in disaster as in wounds, and the purity and restraint 
of your highly Platonic courtship of the lady Doiia Dulcinea del 
Toboso. ' 

' Never did I hear the Don given Dulcinea, ' exclaimed Sancho 
at this point ; ' she was simply the lady Dulcinea del Toboso ; 
already the history is astray. ' ' Not a momentous error, ' returned 
Garrasco. ' Certainly not, ' seconded Don Quijote ; ' but tell me, 
sir bachelor, by which of mine exploits is most store set ? ' ' On 


that point, ' the other replied. ' there are as many opinions as 
there are tastes. Some cry up the adventure of the windmills 
supposed by your worship to have been Briareuses and Gygeses ; 
others the adventure of the fulling-mills ; this person swears by 
the description of the two armies that later proved flocks of 
sheep ; another by the incident of the corpse borne to Segovia 
for burial. One tells us that the galley-slave episode bears the 
bell, while another stands out for the aifair of the two Benedic- 
tine giants, followed by the bout with the doughty Biscayan. ' 

' Tell me, senor bachelor, ' asked Sancho, ' do they mention 
the set-to with the Yanguesans when it pleased our good Roci- 
nante to look for tidbits in the see ? ' ' The sage left nothing in 
the ink-well : he tells all and touches upon everything, even to 
the capers our good Sancho cut in the blanket. ' ' In the blanket 
I cut no capers — in the air, yes, and more than I liked. ' ' In 
my belief, ' commented Don Quijote, ' not in the world is there 
human history without ups and downs, especially those that 
treat of chivalries, which can never be a series of uninterrupted 
triumphs. ' ' Yet some readers of the book, ' argued the bachelor, 
' say the authors would have favoured them had they passed 
over a few of the infinite whalings Don Quijote was made to 
receive;' ' 'Tis right there the truth comes in,' asserted Sancho. 
' In common fairness, however, they might have hushed them 
up, ' declared Don Quijote ; ' none is bound to set forth events 
that in no way effect the essence of the story, particularly when 
likely to bring the hero into contempt. Verily Aeneas stood not 
so pious as Virgil paints him, nor Ulysses so cunning as Homer 
describes. ' 

' Of a surety, ' assented Samson ; ' yet 'tis one thing to write 
as poet and quite anothet as hi^tociaik- Th«-^)aet ma^^peSfc-or 
sing of tfiings hot as they were but as they should have been, 
while on the historian 'tis incumbent to present incidents not as 
they should have been but as they actually occurred, without 
letting the truth suffer one tittle either way. ' ' If then this Mister 
Moor was in for telling the truth, ' suggested Sancho, ' we can be 
sure that among my master's maulings are to be found some 
of mine — they never took the measure of his worship's should- 


ers without measuring me the whole body. But why marvel at 
that when, as master himself declares, the members must partake 
when head hath any ache. ' ' You sly one ! ' quoth tke head ; 
' never to let your memory fail when you don't wish. ' ' Even did 
I wish to forget those taps and raps, it wouldn't be listened to 
by the weals, which my ribs still preserve fresh and tender. ' 
' Enough, Sancho ; don't impede the bachelor, whom I crave to 
proceed with his account of what this history says of me. ' ' And 
of me, ' added Sancho, ' for they tell me I am one of the chief 
parsonages therein. ' ' Personages, not parsonages, Panza friend, ' 
remarked the bachelor. ' What ! another word-tripper ? at this 
rate we shan't have done in a life-time. ' 

' May God blast mine, ' quoth Garrasco, ' if you aren't the 
second character in the book, and some there are that count it 
more to hear from you than from the finest, though others say 
you're altogether too credulous as to the government of that isle, 
proffered by Senor Don Quijote here. ' ' The sun still shines on 
the wall, ' commented the knight, ' and when Sancho is a little 
older, with the experience that comes with age he'll possess 
greater fitness and capacity as a ruler than he now commands.' 
' By God, sir, the isle that I couldn't govern with my present 
years, I couldn't with those of Melhusalem. The mischief is not 
that I lack wit to rule the post but that it keeps its whereabouts 
unknown. ' ' Leave it to God, ' advised his master, ' and all will 
be well and maybe better than you imagine, since not a leaf stirs 
save by his will. ' ' True, ' said Samson, ' and if so it pleased 
Him, Sancho wouldn't fail of a thousand isles to govern, let 
alone one. ' ' I've seen governors not far from here, ' averred the 
squire, ' that in my opinion didn't reach the sole of my shoe, yet 
are they called Your Honour and are served an silver. ' ' Such, 
however, ' reasoned Samson, ' aren't governors of isles but 
of much more tractable afi'airs ; they that govern isles must at 
least know the cardinal rules of grammar. ' 

' rid get along with the carding, ' argued Sancho, ' but I pass 
on the grammar, for I don't know what it means. But leaving 
this government business in the hands of God to send me where 
I may best serve Him, let me tell you, senor bachelor, how 


pleased am I to hear that the author has so spoken of me that 
what he relates doesn't give offence, for on the faith of a good 
squire had he told things unbecoming the old Christian I am, the 
deaf would hear of it. ' ' That would be working miracles. ' 
' Miracles or no miracles, let every one mind how he speak or 
write of his fellow-beings — not dash off the tirst thing that comes 
into his head. ' 

' One of the crimes charged against this history, ' continued 
the bachelor, ' is that the author inserts a novel entitled The 
Impertinent Paul Pry — not that the story is poor or ill-told, 
but because it has nothing whatever to do with the occasion or 
with your worship's life, Senor DonQuiJote. ' ' The son of a dog 
has jumbled the cabbages and baskets all in a heap, I'll bet, ' 
swore Sancho. And his master : ' Something tells me that my 
historian is no sage but some bungling busybody, that in heedless 
haphazard fashion set about writing it, result as it might, like the 
Ubedan painter Orbaneja who, in answer to an inquiry as to 
what he was painting, replied. Whatever it turns out. Once he 
painted such a sorry-looking cock, 'twas fond necessary to sub- 
scribe in Gothic, This is a cock. A gloss, similarly, will be found 
essential to the elucidation of my history. ' 

' On the contrary, ' declared Samson, ' 'tis all so obvious as to 
present no difficulties whatever. Children turn its leaves, the 
young pore over it, men and women conceive and old folk 
commend it. In short so well is it thumbed, read and inwardly 
digested of all classes that no sooner do they glimpse some lean 
nag than they cry. There goes Rocinante. Pages in particular are 
its devotees : no lord's antechamber is without its Don Quijote. 
If some lay it down, others snatch it up ; some beg, others 
battle for it. In fine this history is one of the most pleasurable 
and least prejudicial pastimes ever met with, for throughout can 
be found neither the suggestion of an obscene word nor a thought 
less than Catholic. ' 

' To write in other fashion, ' observed .its hero, ' would be 
writiugnotJruth_butfalsehoiidr^ and historians that jnake-matter 
out of lies jhauLd^eJburned at the stake with counterfeiters. 
I can't imagine though what moved the author to make copy 



of novels and irrelevant tales when there was so much of myself 
to write of. Doubtless be abided by the proverb, Of straw or 
of hay, 'lis a bed either way. But of a truth the bare record of my 
thoughts, tears, sighs, my worthy aims and ends would fill a 
a tome larger than or at least as large as the writings of el 
Tostado. Indeed, sir bachelor, I opine that for composing his- 
tories or any other book, excellent judgment and ripe wit are 
indispensable : to write with grace and understanding is the part 
of genius. The wittiest figure in comedy is the fool, since he that 
would act the part cannot be one. History by nature is a thing 
divine, for 'tis bound to be true, and where truth is, God is 
also. None the less there are those that toss off books like 
fritters. ' 

' There's none so bad but it contains some good, ' observed 
the bachelor. ' Beyond a doubt, ' assented the knight ; ' it fre- 
quently happens however that authors enjoying considerable and 
deserved praise for their writings in manuscript, altogether lose 
it, damage it seriously at least, when they.give them to the press.' 
And Samson : ' The reason is that printed works can be read at 
leisure and the faults stand out. The greater his reputation, the 
more closely are an author's writings examined, since recognised 
men of genius, great poets and illustrious historians, are always 
pr at least usually envied of those that take a special pleasure in 
criticising their labours, though nothing have they of their own 
to show. ' ' Not strange, ' said the other, ' when we see how 
many divines, worthless in the pulpit themselves, are quick to 
detect the excesses of other preachers. ' ' Quite true, and I could 
wish such censors to be more considerate and less overnice, not 
confining themselves to the motes of the bright sun they grumble 
at, for though Hoijier does nod at times, it must be remembered 
how long he kept awake-thar we might possess the brightness 
of his labours with the least possible shade. It may well be, 
moreover, that what seem to these critics blemishes, are in reality 
moles that heighten the beauty. Truly, he that gives his writings 
to the press, incurs a most serious risk, for of all impossibilities 
' is most impossible to please every one. ' 

' That which deals with me must have satisfied few indeed, ' 


ventured Don Quijote. ' On the contrary, ' explained the bach- 
elor, ' there being an infinite number of blockheads in the world, 
their name is legion that revel in your history. To be sure some 
severely criticise the author's poor memory, forgetting to tell us 
who the thief was that stole Sancho's Dapple. No direct informa- 
tion is given and that he was stolen is left to be inferred. What's 
more, we find the squire remounted on the little beast without 
its having reappeared. The point is also made that the chronicler 
forgot to tell us what Sancho did with the hundred crowns he 
found in a valise in the Sierra Morena. No further allusion is 
made and many would like to know what became of them or 
how they were spent. This is considered one of the most serious 
omissions. ' 

To these words of the bachelor Sancho replied as follows : 
' Senor Samson, at present I am not for going into tales or 
explanations, for a spasm in the stomach has overtaken me and 
unless I doctor it with two quaffs of old musty, 'twill pin me on 
Saint Lucy's thorn. This same musty 1 have at home, mine old 
woman awaits me ; dinner ended, I'll be back and answer any 
question you or anybijody else may ask, both as to the loss of 
the ass and the fate of the hundred crowns ; ' and without another 
word or waiting for one he was off. Don Quijote pressed the 
bachelor to stop and take penance with him, the other yielded, a 
brace of young pigeons was added to the menu, chivalry formed 
the topic of discussion, Garrasco followed his host's humour, the 
banquet came to an end, they slept the siesta, Sancho arrived 
and the previous talk was resumed. 



Sancho Pauza satisfies the doubts and questions of the 

bachelor Samson Carrasco, tog^ether with other accidents 

worthy to be known and recorded 

SANCHO returned to his master's house and taking up the 
former thread of discourse said : ' As to that which Senor 
Samson was asking, namely that he was anxious to hear by whom, 
how or when mine ass was stolen, I reply in these words. The 
night we entered the Sierra Morena, when we were fleeing the 
Holy Brotherhood after the misventurous adventure with the 
galley-slaves and the one with the corpse they were carrying to 
Segovia, my master and I hid in a coppice, and there, he leaning 
on his lance and I seated on my Dapple, weary and sore from 
our recent collisions both of us fell asleep. I in particular slept 
so soundly that whoever he was found it possible to come and 
prop me up on four stakes, which he placed one at each corner 
of my packsaddle so as to leave me riding there while he drew 
the ass out from underneath and I not know it. ' 

' That is simple, ' said Don Quijote, ' nor is it the first occur- 
rence, for the same happened to Sacripante when at the siege 
of Albraca the famous thief Brunelo led his horse out from under 
him. ' ' Morning dawned, ' continued Sancho, ' and no sotner 
did I stretch myself than the stakes gave way and I came to the 
ground with a mighty fall. I looked around for Dapple but could 
not see him. Tears hurried to mine eyes and I uttered a wailing 
such that, if the author of our history haven't inserted it, you 
may be sure he has omitted a good thing. At the end of I know 
not how many days, when riding in the company of her ladyship 
Princess Micomicona, I saw mine ass and on it, in the guise of a 
gipsy, Gines de Pasamonte, that humbug and vile rascal my 
master and I set free from his chain. ' ' The oversight wasn't just 
there, ' remarked Samson, ' but before this, before the ass turned 


up, Sancho is spoken of as mounted upon him. ' ' On that 
point,' said Sancho, ' I am at a loss what to say ; either the histor- 
ian was deceived or the printer was careless. ' 

' So it must have been, ' agreed Samson ; ' but what became 
of the hundred crowns ? ' ' They vanished : I spent them on 
myself, my wife and the children. 'Tis they that make the old 
woman bear so patiently the callings and quests I have followed 
in the service of my master Don Quijote, for had I come back at 
the end of all that long time without Dapple or doit, I could have 
looked for rough weather. If there be more to learn, here I am, 
ready to answer the king himself, though 'tis nobody's business 
whether I took or didn't take, whether I spent or didn't spend, 
for were the whalings received by me on these voyages to be paid 
for in money, even though valued at only four farthings apiece, 
another hundred crowns wouldn't pay for half. Let each keep 
his hand in his bosom and not try to make out that white is 
black and black white, for every man is as God made him, and 
oft times a great deal worse. ' 

' I'll take care, ' said Garrasco, ' to warn the author, in case he 
should print the history a second time, to bear in mind what our 
honest Sancho says, for 'twill raise the work a good span higher. ' 
' Are there other emendations to be made in the text, senor 
bachelor? ' enquired Don Quijote. ' Very likely,' was the answer, 
' but nothing probably of equal importance. ' ' And does the 
author promise a second part perhaps ? ' ' Yes, he promises it, 
but says he hasn't as yet found it nor does he know who has it, 
so we are uncertain whether 'twill appear, both on that account 
and because some say second parts have never been successes. 
Moreover, others say enough has been heard of Quijote and his 
affairs. So 'tis doubtful if more will come to us, though some, 
more sunny than saturnine, exclaim : ' More Quijotedoms ! let 
Don Quijote charge and Sancho Panza chat, however it turn out, 
we'll be content with that. ' 

' And where does the author stand ? ' ' Where ? why, imme- 
diately he finds the history, for which he is searching with 
unusual diligence, he'll give it to the press, moved more by 
thoughts of profit than of praise. ' Upon this Sancho exclaimed : 



' Is it to penny and profit he is looking ? 'twill be a wonder 
then if he succeed, for all will be hurry, hurry, hurry, as with 
the tailor on Easter Eve ; things done hastily are never done 
tastily. Let Mister Moor or whoever he be look to what he does, 
since I and master will furnish him with rubble enough by way 
of adventures and other turns to make not only a second part 
but a hundred. The good man must fancy we're asleep in the 
straw here ; let him just hold up our feet to be shod and he'll 
see on which one we go lame. My meaning is that if my master 
would take my advice, we should this moment be off in the 
Qountry, redressing grievances and righting wrongs, as is the 
custom and practice of worthy errants. ' 

Sancho had scarce ended when neighs of Rocinante reached 
their ears, whereupon Don Quijote, considering this a good 
omen, determined to make another sally in three or four days. 
Announcing his intention to the bachelor he sought his advice as 
to where his journey should begin. The other's opinion was that 
he should go to the kingdom of Aragon, in particular to the city 
Saragossa, where at the festival of Saint George was soon to be 
held a celebrated tournament, wherein he could gain renown 
above all knights of Aragon, equivalent to gaining it above all 
knights of the world. He praised his determination as most 
honourable and valiant but urged him to proceed with greater 
circumspection when it came to engaging in perils, since his life 
was not his own, belonging as it did to all that in distress had 
need of his aid and protection. 

' That is what I say, Seiior Samson, ' averred the squire at this 
point, ' for my master attacks a hundred armed men as does a 
greedy ragamuffin half a dozen melons. Body of me but you're 
right, senor bachelor, for there are times to attack and times to 
withdraw, and it needn't always be, Santiago and close Spain ! 
What's more, I've heard it said, by my master himself I believe, 
if I mistake not, that 'twixt the extremes of timidity and temerity 
lies the mean of valour. If that be true, I wish him neither to 
retire without reason nor charge when the odds urge otherwise. 
But above all would I impress this upon him, that if I am to be 
his squire, it must be conditioned that he shall attend to all the 


fighting and that I shall attend to his person only in the matters 
of cleanliness and provision : in these I'll lay tlie dust in his path. 
For to think that I shall draw sword against villainous churls 
with steel hood and battle-axe, is to think topsy-turvy. I, Senor 
Samson, have no hopes of achieving fame as a man of valour, but 
solely by proving myself the best and trustiest squire that ever 
served knight-errant. And should my master, obliged thereto by 
my many and good services, see fit to hand over one of the 
many islands his worship says are to be met with hereabouts, t 
shall greatly be his debtor. Should he fail me however, I am a? 
they bore me and one mustn't live in reliance on other than God. 
Moreover, my bread will taste as well or perhaps better without 
rule than with, for how do I know but in these governments the 
devil may have prepared some catch for me to trip, fall and 
break my grinders ? Sancho was I born and Sancho I expect to 
die. If Heaven of its own accord and without much risk or soli- 
citude on my part should rain an isle or something similar upon 
me, I am not so stupid as to fling it away, for as well is it said, 
When they hand thee the heifer, hurry with the halter, and. 
When good-luck comes, put it in thy house. ' 

' You have spoken like a professor, brother Sancho, ' declared 
Garrasco ; ' howbeit, trust in God, and in your master to give 
you not merely an isle but a kingdom, ' ' More is the same as 
less, ' replied Sancho ; ' I mean to say to Senor Garrasco that 
my master won't be throwing whatever he gives me into a sack 
full of holes, for I've taken my pulse and find that for ruling isles 
and governing kingdoms I am in perfect health, and he has been 
informed of this before to-day. ' ' But look, Sancho ; office 
changeth manners and it might be, finding yourself governor, 
you wouldn't recognise your own mother. ' ' So it would be 
with those born in the marshes, but not with them that have 
their souls lined with old Christian fat four fingers deep as I have. 
Nay, consider my nature, if it be likely to show ingratitude 
toward any man. ' ' God let it rest as it will, ' said Don 
Quijote ; ' we shall see when the government comes, which 
even now methinks I have between mine eyes. ' 

He then prayed the bachelor, if perchance he were a poet, to 


favour him with a few lines conveying the farewell he was about 
to take of his lady Dulcinea del Toboso. At the beginning of each 
line he urged him to place a letter of her name, so that, when all 
was written, the first letters should spell Dulcinea del Toboso. 
The bachelor replied that though not one of the famous poets 
of Spain who, according to account, numbered three and a half, 
he would write the verses. One great difficulty stood in his way, 
he said, namely that the letters of her name were seventeen, and 
if he wrote four stanzas of four lines each, one letter would be 
unprovided for, and if of five lines, called decimas or roundelays, 
he would be three letters short. However he would endeavour to 
tuck in the extra letter the best he could and thus have four four- 
line verses include the magic name. ' It must certainly be done, ' 
said Don Quijote, ' for if it be not there as plain as daylight, 
no woman will believe 'twas for her the stanzas were intended. ' 
This was therefore agreed to ; also that the sally should take 
place in eight days. The knight charged the bachelor to keep it 
secret, especially from the priest. Master Nicholas, niece and 
housekeeper, lest they frustrate his virtuous and valerons resolve. 
Garrasco promising took leave, requesting Don Quijote to keep 
him informed, so far as he had leisure, of his good or evil 
fortunes. Thus they parted and Sancho returned home to make 
the necessary preparations for the journey. 


The wise and witty colloquy 'twixt Sancho Panza and his 
wife Teresa, together with other passages worthy of happy 


COMING to write the fifth chapter of this history, the translator 
says he deems it apocryphal, for in it Sancho speaks in a 
manner transcending his slender genius, uttering such clever 
things that the translator cannot believe he originated them. 
Bound however by the obligations of his office, he could not 
omit the chapter, and so proceeds as follows : 


Sancho hurried home so jocund and jubilant that his wife 
noticed his pleasure a bowshot off, so clearly that she called : 
' What have you, Sancho friend, that makes you happy ? ' And 
he answered : ' God willing, I should be glad not to be so happy 
as I seem, wifie dear. ' ' I don't understand you, husband, and 
I can't guess what you mean when you say that, God willing, 
you would be glad not to be happy. Fool that I am, I can't think 
who gets pleasure from not having it. ' ' Well then, Teresa, 
I am merry because my mind is made to return to the service 
of my master Don Quijote. He intends to sally forth a third 
time in quest of adventures and I shall sally with him, for so 
wills my necessity and the hope that cheers me with the thought 
of finding another hundred crowns like those already vanished. 
Yet it saddens me to part from you and the children. If God 
would only let me eat dry-shod and in my house, and not drag 
me over crooked paths and cross-roads — and He could do it at 
little cost by merely willing it — my pleasure would naturally be 
more lasting and sure ; now 'tis mixed with sorrow at our part- 
ing. Rightly therefore did I say that, please God, 1 should be glad 
not to be so happy. ' 

' See here, husband, ' returned Teresa ; ' ever since you became 
a limb to a knight-errant, you talk in such roundabout ways 
there's no understanding you. ' ' 'Tis enough if God does, wife, 
for He's the understander of all things ; so much for that. And 
now, sister, look after Dapple these next three days, that he may 
be fit to bear arms. Double his ration, see to the packsaddle and 
the other tackle, for 'tis not to a wedding we are going but round 
the world, to settle little accounts with giants, dragons and other 
monsters, and to hear whistles, roars, howls and bellowings. 
But all that would be flowers of lavender, were there no set-tos 
with Yanguesans and enchanted Moors. ' ' I can easily believe, 
husband, that squires-errant dont't eat their bread for nothing 
and I shall keep praying our Lord at once to deliver you from 
all such misventures. ' 

' Let me tell you, wife, ' now confided the other, ' that did I 
not expect to find myself governor of an island before long, 
I should fall dead on the spot. ' ' Nay, nay, husband, let the hen 



live though it be with the pip. Live on say I and let the devil 
take as many governments as there are in the vs^orld. Without 
one you came from your mother's womb, without one you have 
always lived and without one you will go or be carried to the 
grave, when God shall he pleased. How many are there in the 
world that live without a government, yet do not cease to exist 
and be counted in the number of the living. The best sauce in the 
world is hunger, and as that never fails the poor, they always 
relish what they eat. But if by any chance you find yourself 
with a government on your hands, see to it, Sancho, that you do 
not forget your wife and children. Remember that Sanchico has 
just turned fifteen, and if his uncle the abbot mean to fit him 
for the church, it's time he should go to school. Remember too 
that Mari-Sancha your daughter won't die if we make her a wife. 
And indeed a daughter ill-wived looks better than one well-kept.' 

' By my troth, ' replied Sancho, ' if God get me any sort of 
goverment, I mean to marry our daughter so high that they can't 
reach her without calling her Your Ladyship. ' ' Not so, Sancho,' 
returned Teresa ; ' 'twill be much better to marry her with an 
equal, for if from wooden clogs you lift her into high shoes and 
out of her hodden-grey petticoat into silk hoop and farthingale, 
changing Molly and thou to Madam So-and-so and Your Ladyship, 
the child won't be able to find herself, and at every turn will 
fall into a thousand blunders, showing the thread of her plain 
homespun.' 'Tut, fool; she need only practise two or three 
years and after that her rank and dignity will fit her like a glove. 
And if not, what does it matter ? let her be My Lady, and let 
come what come may. ' 

' Stick to your station, Sancho, ' advised Teresa ; ' don't hope 
to rise higher, heeding the proverb that runs. Wipe your neigh- 
bour's son's nose and fetch him to your house. A pretty thing 
'twould be, wouldn't it, to marry our Molly to some great count 
or cavalier, who, when the humour took him, would set her 
down as a greenhorn, calling her bumpkin and daughter of 
clodhoppers and spinning-jades. Not while I live, husband, have 
I brought up my Molly for this. Bring home the money, Sancho, 
and leave the marrying to me. There's Lope Tocho, Juan Tocho's 


boy, a hale and hearty lad, and we know him, and I am certain he 
has no unfriendly eye on the girl. "With him, our equal, she will 
be well wived, and we shall always have her under our eyes and 
all be like parents and children, grandsons and sons-in-law, and 
the peace of God and his blessing shall be in our midst. So don't 
go marrying her in those courts and great palaces where they 
won't understand her, no^ she know what to make of herself. ' 

' Come here, fool, ' quoth Sancho, ' you wife of Barabbas. 
Why, without rime or reason, would you hinder me marrying 
our daughter to a man that will bring me grandchildren they'll 
call Don ? Listen, Teresa, I've always heard mine elders say 
that he that can't use his luck when it comes, mustn't complain 
when it passes him by. Now that it is calling at our door 'twould 
be foolish not to let it in, and while the wind blows fair let us 
make the most of it. ' (It was for this manner of speaking, as 
well as for what Sancho says below, that the translator of this 
history holds this chapter apocryphal). ' Tell me, crazy, ' contin- 
ued the husband, ' won't it be well for me to slip into some fat 
governorship that will lift us out of the mud, and wed Mari- 
Sancha with whom I please ? You will see how they address you 
as Dona Tereza Panza and how in church you take your seat on 
a rug with cushions and hangings, despite and in defiance of all 
the born ladies of the village. No, no, stay as you are without 
growing bigger or less like a tapestry figure. But let's speak no 
more of this ; only Sanchica will be a countess, whatever you 
think. ' 

' Do you know all you say, husband ? I am sure this countship 
will be my daughter's ruin. Do what you will, make her duchess 
or princess if you please ; only let me tell you once again it won't 
be with my consent or wish. I was ever the friend of equality, 
brother, and I don't like to see people put on airs for nothing. 
Teresa they gave me at baptism, Teresa pure and simple, without 
borders or fringes or additions of Don or Doiia. Gascajo was my 
father's name, and though through being your wife they call me 
Teresa Panza, Teresa Gascajo is what by rights they should call 
me. But kings go as laws will, and I am content with my name 
as it is without a Don on top of it to make it weigh more than I 



can carry. Nor would I give them cause to say, when they see 
me tricked out like a countess or governor's wife : ' See what 
airs the slattern gives herself. Only yesterday she was not above 
spinning her flax and going to mass with the tail of her petticoat 
over her head for a mantle, and to-day she struts in her farthin- 
gale, with brooches and fine airs as if we didn't know her. ' So 
lon^ as God keeps me in my seven or five or as many senses as 
I have, methinks I shan't let myself be caught that way. But you, 
brother, go and be your government or isle as airy as you please, 
for by the life of my mother neither I nor my child will stir one 
step from this village. A good wife has a broken leg and stays at 
home, and let the girl that would be chaste, by keeping busy 
keep the feast. Go with Don Qaijote to your adventures and leave 
us to our disaventures, which God will better for us as we are 
good ; though I don't know who gave him the Don, which 
neither his parents nor grandparents ever had before him. ' 

' There's a devil in your body, I tell you, ' quoth Sancho ; 
• God help you, woman, and how many things have you been 
stringing together without head or tail ! What have broken china 
(cascajo) and brooches and proverbs and airs to do with what I 
am saying? Gome now, stupid blockhead — and that's what you 
are, since you don't understand me and run away from good- 
luck — had I said that our daughter was to throw herself from a 
tower or was to wander through these worlds the way the infanta 
Dona Urraca threatened to, you'ld be right in not yielding to my 
wishes. But if like a flash and in less than the twinkling of an 
eye I get her a Doiia and My Lady for her back, drawing her 
from the stubble for you and putting her on a pedestal under an 
awning in a room, with more velvet cushions (almohadas) than 
were Moors among the Almohades of Morocco, why won't you 
consent and agree with me ? ' 'Do you know why, husband ? 
Well then, 'tis because of the saying. He that covers thee, dis- 
covers thee. Over the poor man all eyes hasten, but on the rich 
man they fasten, and if this rich man once were poor, then they 
curse and call him boor. There's no stopping these backbiters, 
who throng our streets like swarms of bees. ' 

' Listen, Teresa, and hear what I have to tell, for perhaps you 


haven't heard the like in all your born days. And now I shall 
not speak from myself, but all that I am about to say are 
opinions of the father that preached last Lent in this village, who 
said, if my memory serve me, that all present things for the 
moment before our eyes appear and remain fixed in tlie memory 
much more vividly and intensely than things of the past. ' Again 
the translator remarks that such words as these lead him to 
consider this chapter apocryphal, being beyond our Sancho, who, 
however, continued saying : ' "Whence it happens that when we 
see someone tricked out in fine attire with a parade of servants, 
in spite of ourselves are we moved to respect him, even though 
at that moment we recall some former low estate, of poverty or 
family, for that is all past and gone and we only think of what is 
now before our eyes. Moreover, if he that fortune led from the 
gutter of his low degree to the height of prosperity — these were 
the father's very words — be well-mannered, liberal and court- 
eous toward all and make no attempt to rival born noblemen, 
rest assured none will remember what he was, Teresa, since all 
will respect him for what he now is — save the envious, from 
whom naught that succeeds is safe. ' 

' 1 know not what you mean, husband, ' declared Teresa ; ' do 
what you would and don't break my head with your speech- 
ifying and rhetoric. If you are revolved to do what you say — ' 
' Resolved, you mean, not revolved, ' suggested the other. 
' Don't begin to wrangle with me now, husband. I speak as it 
pleases God and tell my tale as it comes. All I advise is that you 
take your son Sancho along with you, if you've set your heart on 
a government, to teach him how to handle the thing, for 'tis 
well that sons inherit and know their fathers' trades. ' ' As soon 
as I get it, ' promised the other, ' I'll send for him by post and 
money to you, which I shall be sure to have, for there's always 
somebody to lend to governors when short. Dress the boy up so 
as to hide what he is, setting him off for what he is about to be. ' 
' Do but send the money and I'll dress him like a palmetto. ' 

' We are agreed then, ' moved the father, ' that our daughter 
is to be a countess ? ' ' The day I see her one I shall think I am 
burying her. But again I say do what you will, for with this care 



are women born into the world, to obey their husbands thick- 
headed though they be ; ' and with this she began to weep as if 
Sanchica lay dead and buried before her eyes. Her husband 
consoled her by saying that though bound to make the girl a 
countess, he'ld postpone it as long as he could. "With this their 
talk came to an end and Sancho returned to Don Quijote to 
arrange for their sally. 


What passed 'twixt Don Quijote on one side and the niece 

and housekeeper on the other, being one of the most 

important chapters in the whole history 

WHILE the above dispute was waging between Sancho 
Panza and his wife Teresa Gascajo, not wholly idle 
were our knight's niece and housekeeper, whom a thousand 
indications led to suspect that their uncle and master had in 
mind to break away a third time and return to the exercise of 
his for them disastrous chivalry. They used all means in their 
power to dissuade him from such unholy thoughts, but 'twas 
preaching in the desert and hammering cold iron. Among other 
things the housekeeper represented : ' In truth, master, unless 
your worship keep even foot and abide quietly at home, and quit 
roaming over mountain and vale like a lost soul in agony, 
looking for things they call adventures but 1 calamities, I'll have 
to petition and cry to God and the king that some remedy be 
found. ' To this the knight responded : 

' What God will say in answer to your plaint, mistress, 
I have no means of knowing. Equally am I at a loss as regards 
His Majesty, though I am sure that were I king I should excuse 
myself from noticing the countless impertinent memorials daily 
presented. Not the least of the annoyances to which rulers are 
put is the need of hearing and replying to each and every one. 
I would not that my affairs be added to their burden. ' But again 
the housekeeper said : ' Tell us this, master, are there no knights 


at His Majesty's court ? ' ' Yes, ' replied the other, ' many and 
'tis just and fitting that there should be, both to set off the pomp 
of princes and for the glory of royal majesty. ' ' Then shouldn't 
your worship be of those that serve their king and lord by 
standing and waiting in his court ? ' 

' No, friend, for all knights cannot be courtiers, nor can or 
should all courtiers be adventurers : both must continue in the 
world. Though all are knights, great is their difference. Court- 
iers, without quitting their chambers or passing the palace- 
threshold, range the world over on a map and the devil a farthing 
to pay ; neither suffer they heat nor cold, hunger nor thirst. 
But we that are out-and-out adventurers, exposed to the sun's 
heat, the air's cold and all the weather's inclemencies, by night 
and by day, afoot and ahorse, measure kingdoms with our steps. 
And not alone painted enemies but those of flesh and blood do 
we face, attacking them at every possible danger-point, regardless 
of trifles and laws of the duel : whether or no the other's lance 
or sword be a trifle too short, whether or no he have relics or 
similar concealed fraud upon his person, whether or no the sun 
be parted and portioned, together with all other formalities that 
are the order in single combat, unknown as they are to you but 
not to me. 

' You must understand moreover that the good errant, though 
he espy ten giants with heads that not alone touch but pierce 
the clouds and whose feet are the highest towers, with arms like 
masts of great and powerful ammirals and every eye a stupend- 
ous mill-wheel only more fiery than a glass-furnace, yet the 
knight, I say, must on no account show fear. Rather with easy 
bearing and intrepid heart must he hasten to the encounter and 
if possible in one little moment vanquish and put them to rout, 
though they come armoured with the shells of a certain fish 
reputed harder than diamond and in place of swords brandish 
trenchant Dasmascus knives or steel-tipped iron clubs, such as 
I have observed more than twice. All this have I said, house- 
keeper, that you may see the difference 'twixt knight and knight. 
And 'twould be well if the prince lived not that didn't set higher 
value upon this second or rather first kind of knights-errant 


who, as we read in their histories, number men that have been 
the salvation not of one only but of many kingdoms. ' 

' Ah, sir ! ' here broke in the niece, ' do but bethink you that 
all you say of errants is a delusion and a snare, and that their 
histories, should they not be burned, deserve at least to have 
put upon them a sanbenito or other mark to brand them as 
infamous and corruptors of good manners. ' ' By the God of my 
life ! ' quoth Don Quijote, ' were you not mine own niece and 
very sister's daughter, I'ld give you such a dressing down for 
this blasphemy 'twould echo through the world. How do you 
say ? can it be that a mere chit scarce equal to a dozen lace- 
bobbins dares wag her tongue against and decry the histories 
of knights-errant ! What would Seiior Amadis say, hearing such 
talk ! He, to be sure, would pardon you, being the most submis- 
sive and courteous of his time and a great protector of maidens 
besides, but such a knight might have heard you that at his hands 
you'Id have fared ill — not all were gallant and gracious. Some 
indeed were unpardonably rude and insolent, for not every one 
that calls himself knight and gentleman has the truth on his side. 
Some are of pure gold and some of alloy, aud though all may 
look the part, not all can stand the probing. Base fellows there 
are that pride themselves upon presenting the appearance of 
gentlemen, while others of noble birth apparently would give 
their all to appear of the vulgar. Those rise by ambition or 
virtue ; these sink through indolence or vice ; and there's need 
of knowledge and discerment to distinguish between them, so 
equal in name, so distant in deed. ' 

' God help me ! ' exclaimed the niece ; ' how do you know so 
much, uncle? why, if need and occasion arose, you could mount 
a pulpit and go preaching through the streets, and yet you can 
fall into a blindness so absolute, an absurdity so apparent, as to 
believe yourself stout of heart though aged, forceful though 
infirm, rectifier of evil though bending with eld, and above all 
a knightly gentleman though not one, for though the gentle can 
be knights, how can the indigent?' 

' Much reason is there in what you say, niece, and yet I might 
tell things, h propos of families, 'twould amaze you. Not to mix 


divine affairs with human I refrain ; yet notice this, friends, and 
give me strict attention. The families of this world may be 
reduced to four kinds : they are these, the first, though of humble 
origin, may yet grow prominent even to the height of greatness. 
The second, that had good beginnings, have preserved and still 
preserve themselves as originally they were. Still others, though 
likewise of no mean origin, have ended like a pyramid in a 
point, having lessened what they were at first till they come to 
naught, as doth the pyramid, whose point as respects its base 
cannot be considered. And last of all are those, the common and 
plebeian classes, the most numerous of all, who without good 
inception or decent middle will continue nameless to the end. 
Of the first the Ottoman house may well serve as instance, for 
from an humble unknown shepherd, its founder, it has risen to 
its present glory. To the second belong the many princes that, 
having inherited titles, preserve them as they were, content to 
live peacefully within their borders. Of those of ample origin but 
final eclipse there are thousands, of examples : all the Pharaohs 
and Ptolemys of Egypt, the Caesars of Rome, not to mention 
the whole tribe of countless princes, monarchs, lords — Medes 
and Assyrians, Greeks and barbarians — all of whom have ended 
in nothing, in a point, themselves and their founders. None 
of their descendents is now to be found, and if found, 'twould be 
among low and humble surroundings. As to the plebeian class I 
need only say that they serve to swell the number of the living : 
their importance merits no other fame or praise. 

' From all this I would have you infer, you children, that 
great is the confusion with regard to family lineage, and that only 
they are truly great and illustrious that are so by the goodness, 
bounty and liberality of their deeds. I insist on goodness, bounty 
and a generous mind, because the vicious great man is greatly 
vicious while the mean rich man is a niggardly beggar. For the 
pleasure of possessions is not in hoarding but in spending, and 
that not wilfully but with judgment. To the poor man and gentle 
no way is open to reveal his birth save virtue and by being 
friendly, well-mannered, courteous, considerate and obliging; not 
proud, arrogant, backbiting. Above all must he be charitable. 



since two farthings gladly given the poor man will show one as 
liberal as he that bestows alms to the sound of the bell. There'll 
be none, not even a stranger, that seeing him adorned with these 
virtues will not regard him as of good estate. Indeed 'twould be 
strange otherwise, for praise has ever been virtue's meed, nor are 
good men at any time exempt from having good spoken of them. 
' There are two ways, daughters, whereby men come to wealth 
and honour : by letters and by arms. Born under the planet 
Mars I incline rather to the latter — am bound as it were to keep 
to that road, though all the world prove adverse. 'Tis vain for 
you to weary yourselves attempting to turn me from wishing 
what Heaven wishes, fortune ordains, reason demands and above 
all my will craves. For though knowing as I do the innumerable 
labours attendant upon chivalry, I also know its multitude of 
blessings. I am aware that the path of virtue is narrow, and 
broad and spacious the highway of vice. But I realise too how 
different their goals ! for the way of vice, though wide and easy, 
ends in death, but the straight and difficult path of virtue leads to 
life, and not the life that perishes but that which is eternal. Hence 
the truth of our great Gastilian poet : 

By these rough thorny ways 
To Heaven's high seat ascend ; 
Whoever from them strays 
Ne'er sees his journey's end. ' 

' Alas and alas ! ' exclaimed the niece ; ' mine uncle is poet as 
well ; he knows it all, he can do everything. I vow that would 
he be a mason, he could build a house like a cage. ' ' I promise 
you, niece, that did not these knightly thoughts of mine consume 
all my faculties, naught could I not do — no toy, in particular 
bird-cages and toothpicks, that could not emerge from my 
hands. ' Just at this point they heard someone calling, and on 
their asking who it was, Sancho Panza replied 'twas he. At once 
knowing the voice the housekeeper ran to hide herself that she 
might not see him, such was her abhorrence of that man. The 
niece opened the door, Don Quijote received him with open 
arms, and when the pair had closeted themselves, there occurred 
another colloquy, over which the preceeding has no advantage. 

VII A squire's pay 281 


The interview 'twixt master and man, together with other 
most remarkable occurrences 

WHEN the housekeeper saw the door shut behind Sancho 
Panza, she immediately surmised what this secret council 
portended : she felt sure that thence would issue the plan for a 
third sally. Donning her scarf, fall of dismay and with heavy 
heart she sought out the bachelor Garrasco, hoping that he, 
being a well-spoken man and her master's new friend, might 
persuade him to abandon so wicked an emprise. She found him 
pacing the patio of his house and approaching fell at his feet, all 
in a glow and all in grief. When Garrasco saw her dis- 
tress and excitement, he said : ' What is this, woman ? what has 
befallen you ? one would think you were about to give up the 
ghost. ' 

' 'Tis nothing, Senor Samson, only my master is breaking 
out, he surely is breaking out again. ' ' And where is he breaking, 
woman ? has he broken some part of his body ? ' ' He's breaking 
through the door of his madness. I mean to say, senor bachelor 
of my life, that he's about to sally forth another and a third 
time on a world quest of what he calls his good ventures, but 
don't ask me why, since the first time they brought him home 
slung across an ass, cudgelled to bits ; the last on an ox-cart, 
shut and imprisoned in a cage, where he let himself believe he 
was enchanted. He looked so woebegone his mother that bore 
him wouldn't have known him : gaunt, yellow, with sunken 
eyes ; so that to restore him to something like himself I've used 
more than six hundred eggs as God knows and all the world and 
my hens that will not let me lie. ' 

' This I can easily believe, ' assented the bachelor ; ' so good, 
plump and well-trained are they, they wouldn't say one thing and 
mean another though they burst. So then, woman, naught has 



befallen nor calamity come upon you save that which is feared 
Senor Don Quijote is soon to bring about ? ' ' That alone, sir. ' 
' Then don't worry, but go home in peace and prepare me 
something hot for dinner, and on your way repeat the prayer of 
Saint Apollonia, if you know it. I shall be there in a trice and 
you shall see marvels. ' ' Woe's me ! Saint Apollonia's prayer 
say you ? that would serve had master the pain in his grinders, 
but 'tis all in his wits. ' ' I know what I say, housekeeper ; go 
your way and don't attempt to argue, for I am a bachelor 
of Salamanca you know and you can't prattle (bachillear) beyond 
that. ' So the housekeeper departed and the bachelor went in 
search of the priest, in order to devise what will be told in due 

When Don Quijote and Sancho were closeted together there 
passed the following conversation, which the history relates 
with great fidelity and care. Said Sancho to the other : ' Master, 
I have reverted my wife to letting me go whithersoever your 
worship would carry me. ' ' Converted you should say, Sancho. ' 
' Once or twice before, if my memory serve me, have I asked 
your worship not to mend my words provided you understand 
my matter, and when you don't, call to me and say, Sancho, or. 
The devil, I can't understand you. And if I don't at once make 
myself clear, then I am fossil enough to let you correct me. ' 
' Sancho, I don't understand you — I don't know what ' I am 
fossil enough ' means. ' ' It means, ' explained Sancho, ' I am 
man enough. ' ' Still more am I at a loss. ' ' If you can't under- 
stand me, I don't know how to say it differently, and God be 
with you ! ' ' Ah ! now I have it. You tried to say you were 
docile enough, meaning sufficiently tractable to take what I tell 
you and do as I bid you. ' ' I'll wager you understood me from 
the beginning — that you hoped by confusing me to hear two 
hundred other blunders. ' ' Maybe I did, ' acknowledged the 
master ; ' and now tell me what it is Teresa says. ' 

' Teresa says that I should make sure with your worship : let 
papers speak and beards be still, for a bargain's a bargain and 
one take better than two I'll give thees. And I say that a woman's 
counsel may be poor, but he that scorns it is a boor. ' ' I say so 

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too,' agreed Don Quijote; 'speak on, friend, for to-day you 
talk pearls. ' ' It's a fact, as your worship knows better than I, 
that all of us are subject to death and that to-day we are and 
to-morrow not, and the lamb goes as soon as the ram and none 
can count more hours of life in this world than it pleases God to 
give him. For death is deaf, and when she knocks at the doors 
of this our life, she's always in a hurry : nor prayers nor resist- 
ance nor mitres nor sceptres detain her, according to report and 
hearsay and what they tell us in these pulpits. ' 

' All that is true enough, ' assented the knight, ' but I still 
can't make out what you're driving at. ' ' My meaning is, ' 
confessed the squire, ' that your worship should allow me certain 
fixed wages every month during the period of my service, said 
wages to be paid out of your estate. I am no friend to favours, 
which come ill or late or never ; so may God help me with 
mine ! In a word I would know just what's coming to me, little 
or much though it be. To one egg the hen adds another, and many 
littles make a mickle, and while aught is gained, naught is lost. 
Of course if it came to pass, though this I neither expect nor 
believe, that your worship handed me the promised isle, I am 
not such an ingrate or such a stickler but that I'ld let the rent 
of such an isle be taken into account and be deducted from my 
wages, cat for cat. ' ' Friend Sancho, at times a cat (cata) is as 
good as a rat (rata). ' ' I catch your meaning, master. I should 
have said rate (rata) and not cat, I'll bet. But what does it matter, 
as long as you fathomed me. ' 

' So deeply did I fathom you friend, that I struck the very 
bottom of your thoughts and know the very white you aimed at 
with the innumerable shafts or your refrains. Believe me, San- 
cho, I should gladly agree to wages for you, had I found in any 
of the errant histories one instance that through some little chink 
would reveal how much squires were wont to earn per month 
or per year. But though I have read all or most of such narratives 
I don't remember to have heard of any knight that settled fixed 
wages on his squire. Rather their shield-bearers served them in 
expectation of favours, and when least they looked for it, if luck 
went with the masters, the squires found themselves rewarded 


with an isle or its equivalent, or in any case were given a title 
and Your Lordship. 

' If with these hopes and inducements, Sancho, you are pleased 
to return to my service, well and good, but to think that I shall 
remove the ancient custom of errantry from its stays and hinges 
is to think topsy-turvy. Take yourself home, my friend, and 
declare my resolve to Teresa. If she and you are willing to 
depend upon favours, nothing could be better as I say, but if not, 
we're friends now as before. If the dovecote lack not grain, 
'twill not fail of pigeons, and observe, my son, that a good hope 
is better than a bad holding and a good claim than bad pay. 
I speak in this manner that you may see how I can rain proverbs 
as well as you, Sancho. In fine let me say that if you are not ready 
to lean upon rewards and run the same chances that I run, may 
God be with you and make you a saint, for I shan't be wanting 
squires more obedient and solicitous and not such gluttons and 
talkers. ' 

When Panza heard this firm resolve, his sky darkened and his 
heart-wings fell, for he had fully believed that his master 
wouldn't do without him for all the fortunes in the world. While 
he was thus chap-fallen, not knowing what to think of it all, 
entered Samson Garrasco and with him niece and housekeeper, 
anxious to hear by what arguments he would persuade their 
master to abandon his adventurous quest. The famous wag 
approached and embracing the knight as on his first visit raised 
his voice saying : ' O flower of knight-errantry ! O resplendent 
light of arms ! honour and mirror of the Spanish nation ! may 
God Almighty and so forth, as He is elsewhere more particularly 
set forth, grant that the person or persons that strive to let and 
hinder your third sally lose themselves in the labyrinth of their 
desires, and may that which they so wickedly design ne'er come 
to pass ! ' 

And turning to the housekeeper he said : ' The lady here no 
longer need repeat Saint ApoUonia's prayer, since I can see 'tis 
the definite resolve of the spheres that Seiior Don Quijote again 
eff'ect his novel and noble intent. Greatly should I wrong the 
dictates of my conscience did I not suggest to and urge upon 

VII A squire's pay 285 

this knight that he longer stay the power of his puissant arm, 
the virtue of his heroic mind, when by delay he neglects the 
righting of wrongs, the protection or orphans, the honour of 
maidens, the favour of widows and the support of married 
women, together with other things of the same stripe, all of 
which touch, pertain to, are dependent upon and in keeping with 
the order of knight-errantry. Gome, dear Seiior Don Quijote, 
beautiful as brave, to-day rather than to-morrow let your worship 
and highness set out. Should aught be needed for the under- 
taking, here am I with purse and person, and should it be 
requisite that I serve you as squire, I should esteem it my great 
good fortune. ' 

Here Don Quijote, turning toward Sancho, said : ' Didn't I tell 
you, boy, I should have squires to spare ? Note who offers 
himself for that post : none but the extraordinary bachelor Sam- 
son Carrasco, unfailing joy and delight of the patios of the Sala- 
mancan schools, sound of body, quick of foot, silent, endurer 
alike of heat and cold, hunger and thirst, together with all other 
qualities desirable in the henchman of an errant knight. Yet 
Heaven forbid that I, following mine inclination, shake or shatter 
the column of letters and the vase of science, or fell the lofty 
palm of the good and liberal arts. Let this modern Samson 
remain in his fatherland, and honouring it bring honour on the 
grey hairs of his ancestors, while I with some squire or other 
will be content, since Sancho does not deign to join me. ' 

' I do deign, ' pleaded Panza, deeply moved and with eyes of 
tears ; ' never shall it be said of me. When bread's all gone the 
company's withdrawn. Nay, I come of no ungrateful stock, for 
every one, especially my townsfolk, knows who the Panzas before 
me were. Moreover I have come to learn and appreciate by good 
deeds and kind words the desire your worship has to show me 
favour. If I bargained more or less about my wages, it was to 
satisfy my wife, for once she takes it into her head to press a 
point, no mallet drives the hoops of a cask the way she drives 
the doing of her pleasure. But after all man must be man and 
woman woman, and since I am a man wherever I please, I please 
just now to be one in my house, spite whom it may. So there's 


naught left but for your worship to make your will with the 
codicil in such a manner that it cannot be provoked, and begin 
our journey at once, that the soul of Senor Samson may not 
suffer, who says his conscience prictates to him to persuade your 
worship to sally forth through the world a third time, and again 
I offer to serve you faithfully and loyally, as well and better 
than all the squires that ever served adventurers in past or 
present times. ' 

The bachelor was indeed amazed at Sancho's manner of speak- 
ing, for though he had read the first history of his master, he 
didn't dream that he was as delightful as there portrayed. But 
now when he heard him speak of will and codicil that couldn't 
be provoked, he believed every word he had read, admitting 
him to be one of the most unconsciously droll figures of our 
time. Indeed he went so far as to say that the whole world 
couldn't duplicate two such crack-brains as this master and man ; 
who now embraced and were friends. With the advice and 
approval of the great Garrasco, their present oracle, they decided 
to set out in three days, during which there would be time to 
prepare for the journey and procure a complete helmet, which 
Don Quijote deemed indispensable above all else to their proper 
equipment. Samson offered him one (for he knew that a friend 
of his who owned one would not refuse it) more dingy from rust 
and mould than clear and bright for polished steel. 

The curses showered upon the bachelor by niece and house- 
keeper cannot be set down. They tore their hair, clawed their 
faces and after the manner of hired mourners of old raised a 
lamentation over their master's departure as though 'twere his 
burial. Samson's purpose in persuading our knight to issue forth 
anew was to effect what the history later sets forth, all with the 
approval of the priest and barber, in whom he confided his plan. 
In short, during those three days Don Quijote and Sancho pro- 
vided themselves with what seemed well to have along, and 
Sancho having appeased his wife and Don Quijote his niece and 
housekeeper, at nightfall, unseen of any save the bachelor, who 
desired to accompany them a half-league on their way, together 
they set out to el Toboso, Don Quijote on his good Rocinante 


and Sancho on his ancient Dapple, the saddlebags well stocked 
with things having to do with provender and a purse filled with 
money for emergencies. Samson embraced the knight in bidding 
farewell, praying he should send word of his good or evil fare, 
that he might cheer himself with the latter or grieve at the former, 
as the laws of their friendship did demand. Don Quijote prom- 
ised, Samson returned to the village and the pair followed the 
road leading to the great city of el Toboso. 


The fortunes of Don Quijote while en route to his lady-love 
Dulciuea del Toboso 

' ~V\ LGSSED be mighty Allah, ' exclaims Hamet Benengeli at the 
_I3 opening of this eighth chapter ; ' Blessed be Allah, ' he 
thrice repeats — adding that he utters these thanksgivings 
because at last he sees Don Quijote and Sancho out on the plain 
and the readers of this pleasant history can now breathe freely, 
knowing that the deeds and drolleries of master and man are 
about to begin. He urges us to forget the past chivalries of this 
imaginative gentleman and turn our eyes toward those to come, 
which here open up on the road to el Toboso, as the others on 
the plain of Montiel ; nor is it much that he prays, considering 
what he promises. And he begins by saying : 

Scarce was Samson gone when Rocinante began to neigh and 
Dapple to bray, which their owners deemed good sign and 
happy omen, though if the truth be told the sighs and brays of 
the ass were longer and louder than the neighs of the nag, where- 
from Sancho gathered that his fortunes were to surpass and 
o'ertop his companion's. Whether he founded his belief on some 
judicial astrology known to him, I cannot say, for the history 
doesn't declare. Possibly not, for he has been heard to remark, 
when he chanced to trip or stumble, that he wished he had stayed 
indoors, for naught came of tripping and stumbling but torn 



shoe and broken ribs ; and fool that he was, in this he wasn't so 
far astray. 

The errant was the first to speak : ' Friend Saacho, the night 
comes on apace and darker than we need, if we are to reach by 
dawn the city of el Toboso, whither I am resolved to go before 
engaging in further adventure. There I trust to receive the blessing 
and godspeed of the peerless Dulcinea, whereby I think and am 
certain to master and issue victorious from every perilous occa- 
sion, for naught in this life makes errants more valiant than the 
favour of their lady-loves. ' ' So I understand, ' replied Sancho, 
' but I fear 'twill be difficult to speak with her or see her alone, 
at least so as to receive her blessing, unless she chucks it over 
the wall of the yard where I saw her when I carried the news 
of the monkey-shines your worship was playing up there in the 
bowels of the Sierra Morena. ' ' Did you take them for yard- 
walls, Sancho, those over or through which you beheld that 
never-adequately-praised gentle-breeding and beauty ? They 
couldn't have been other than galleries, corridors or porticos, or 
whatever you prefer to call them, of rich and royal palaces. ' 
' Maybe so, but to me, if my memory serve me truly, they looked 
like nothing so much as mud walls. ' 

' Yet let us go thither for, so that I see her, 'tis one to me be 
it through walls or windows, chinks or garden-grating : whatever 
ray of the sun of her beauty strike mine eyes, 'twill so illumine 
mine undestanding and so fortify my heart as to leave me a 
paragon, peerless in wisdom and valour. ' ' As to that, sire, when 
I beheld this sun of a Dulcinea, 'twasn't bright enough to send 
out rays at all. It must have been, since her grace was winnowing 
wheat, that the thick dust she raised gathered like a cloud before 
her face to obscure it. ' ' What ! ' cried the other ; ' will you 
persist in saying, thinking, believing and maintaining that my 
lady was winnowing wheat — an employment and exercise so 
totally unlike what persons of quality are and should be accus- 
tomed to, born and brought up as they are for occupations and 
pastimes that declare their noble birth a bow-shot off ? 

' Clearly, O Sancho, you forget the poet's line describing the 
tasks plied by the four nymphs in their crystal mansions. They 



raise their heads above the golden Tagus and seat themselves in 
the meadow green to work the rich stuffs there unfolded by the 
gifted poet : all are of gold, silk and pearls, wrought and woven 
together. Of such sort my lady's task must have been, but the 
jealousy harboured toward my fortunes by some ill -minded 
enchanter alters and perverts all things that give me pleasure into 
shapes unlike their own. Similarly in this narrative of my deeds 
now said to be in print, if the author be magician and foe, I fear 
he has set down some things for others, mixing one truth with 
a thousand lies, rejoicing in incidents that obstruct the flow of 
true history. O envy, thou root of countless ills, thou canker 
of the virtues ! all other vices carry with them something I know 
not what of delight, but thou bringest naught but contempt, 
bitterness and rage. ' 

' I say so too and I fear that in this legend or history of us, 
which the bachelor says he has seen, my reputation goes shuff- 
ling first this way then that, sweeping the streets as they say ; 
though on the word of an honest man I never spake ill of an 
enhanter nor have I sufficient goods to be envied. To be sure I'm 
a trifle tricky and bear some marks of the rogue, but all is covered 
and concealed under the great cloak of my simplicity, always 
natural and unaffected. If for naught else than my believing, as 
I ever do, firmly and entirely in God and all that the Holy 
Roman Catholic Church holds and teaches, and for my mortal 
hatred of the Jews, the historians ought to be easy on me and 
treat me well in their writings. But let them say what they will : 
naked I was born, I am naked still, I neither win nor lose. And 
if I find me in a book bandied from hand to hand about the 
world, what fig care I ! Let them write of me as they please. ' 

' What you say, Sancho, puts me in mind of what befell a 
famous modern poet that wrote a malicious satire against all the 
court courtezans, save one of whose standing he wasn't certain. 
But she, finding herself out of it, complained to the author, 
asking what he had seen in her that he didn't list her with the 
others — let him enlarge the satire, pulling her in the supple- 
ment, or look to himself. The poet, obeying, recounted of her 
things even duennas wouldn't repeat, but the woman, now that 



she was famous-theagh through infamy, was wholly satisfied. Of 
a piece with this is the story of the shepherd that set fire to and 
destroyed the famous temple of Diana, accounted one of the 
seven wonders of the world, merely that his name might live. 
Though it was ordered that none should make mention of him 
by spoken or written word, that his aim might be thwarted, 'tis 
thought it was one^rostratus. 

' The incident of the great emperor, Charles the Fifth, and a 
certain gentleman at Rome is another case in point. The emperor 
was anxious to see the celebrated temple of the Rotonda, or 
temple of all the gods as it was called in ancient times but now, 
serving a better use, is known as the temple of all saints. And 
indeed of all pagan edifices in Rome it has come to us least 
despoiled, more than any other bearing witness to the glory and 
grandeur of its builders. 'Tis shaped like a half-orange, is very 
large and well-lighted though boasting but one window and that 
a round sky-light at the top. As the emperor was surveying the 
temple through this opening, the Roman gentleman stood near 
indicating the fine points and beauties of this spacious and 
wonderful edifice. At last turning from the sky-light he said to 
the emperor : ' Sacred Majesty, I was tempted a thousand times 
to close with your Royal Highness and hurl us headlong, that 
everlasting report of me might stalk abroad in the world. ' ' In 
not giving way to so devilish an impulse, ' responded the other, 
' you have earned my lasting gratitude, but that your loyalty may 
not again be put to test, henceforth never speak to me or appear 
in my presence. ' With this he gave the man a handsome present 
and sent him away. 

' I am trying to make clear, Sancho, how forceful a motive is 
this thirst for fame. What was it, think you, that hurled Horatius, 
armed cap-a-pie, down from the bridge into the depths of the 
Tiber ? what burned the hand and arm of Mutius ? what drove 
Gurtius to leap into the boiling gulf that suddenly burst forth in 
central Rome ? what was it that, in the face of all auguries, 
made Caesar cross the Rubicon ? And in modern times, what 
scuttled the ships and left those valiant Spaniards, led by most 
courteous Gortez, high and dry in the new world ? All these and 


Other and great deeds are, were and will be monuments to that 
fame which mortals thirst for as a reward and as part of the 
immortality which their actions deserve, though Catholic Christ- 
ians and knights-errant should look more to future glory eternal 
in the heavens than to the vanity of fame realised in this present 
transitory world, since this latter renown, though it long endure, 
must end at last like the world itself at its appointed time. 

' Therefore, O Sancho, our labours must not pass beyond the 
bounds set us by the Christian religion we profess. In slaying 
giants we are to slay pride ; envy must be laid low by generosity 
and gentle spirit, and wrath by a calm and quietness of mind ; 
gluttony and drowsiness by long vigils and fasts ; lust and 
lasciviousness by our faithfulness to those whom we have made 
mistresses of our thoughts, and sloth must we leave behind by 
travelling through all quarters of the globe, keeping an eye out 
for occasions that can and will make us not alone Christians but 
famous cavaliers. These are the means whereby is attained that 
high praise an honest fame confers. ' 

' All that your worship has said till now, ' began Sancho, 
' I've had no trouble in understanding, but just at this point 
arises in my mind a doubt from which I would that you absorb 
me. ' ' Absolve, you would say, Sancho ; but tell it cheerfully 
and I'll do the best I can. ' ' Then tell me, master, these Julys 
and Augusts and other brave gentlemen you named that are 
dead, where are they now ? ' ' The pagans in hell no doubt, and 
the Christians, were they true ones, are either in Purgatory or 
Paradise. ' ' Well and good, ' said Sancho, ' but let me know 
this : the tombs where lie the bodies of these fine fellows, have 
they silver lamps before them and are the walls of their chapels 
adorned with crutches, winding-sheets, periwigs and wax legs 
and eyes ? or how are they adorned ? ' 

' The tombs of the pagans were usually sumptuous temples. 
The ashes of Julius Caesar were placed on top a pyramid of 
surpassing size, now called Saint Peter's needle. For the Emperor 
Hadrian there served as sepulchre a castle as large as a good- 
sized village, to which they gave the name Moles Hadriani, now 
known as the Castle of San Angelo. Queen Artemisia buried her 


husband Mausolus in a tomb considered one the seven wonders 
of the world ; but none of these burial places nor any of the 
many other pagan tombs were adorned with winding-sheets or 
other offerings and tokens to show that those buried therein 
were saints. ' ' To that I am coming, ' replied Sancho, ' but first 
tell me which is the greater achievement, to bring a dead person 
to life or to kill a giant ? ' ' It goes without saying — to raise the 
dead of course. ' 

' Now I have you, ' chuckled Sancho, ' for the fame of them 
that bring the dead to life, that give sight to the blind, straighten 
the cripple and heal the sick, and before whose tombs lamps 
are burning and whose chapels are filled with devout people 
kneeling and worshipping their relics, their fame I say will be 
a better kind both for this world and the next than that which is 
or may be left by all the pagan errants and emperors that ever 
lived. ' ' I grant you that also. ' ' This fame I am speaking of, ' 
continued the squire, ' these favours, prerogatives or however 
you call them, are enjoyed by the bodies and relics of saints, and 
they with the sanction and approval of our Holy Mother Church 
have lamps, tapers, winding-sheets, crutches, paintings, periwigs, 
eyes and legs, to deepen devotion and enhance their Christian 
fame. Kings carry the bodies and relics of saints on their should- 
ers, kiss scraps of their bones and enrich and adorn their ora- 
tories and favourite altars with them. ' 

' And what would you conclude from all this ? ' ' That you and 
I ought to be saints so as the sooner to get this fame we're after. 
Why, 'twas only yesterday or the day before, and inded 'twas < 
but a short time back, they canonised or beatified a couple of 
little barefoot friars, and now 'lis held a great privilege just to 
kiss and touch the iron chains wherewith they previously had 
been bound and tortured ; they're regarded with deeper venera- 
tion so they tell me than Roland's svs^ord that stands in the 
armeria of our royal sovereign, God keep him. You can see, 
master, it pays better to be a little humble friar, no matter what 
you order, than an errant and valiant knight. In other words 
two dozen scourges weigh more with God than two thousand 
lance-strokes, though driven at giants or monsters and dragons.' 


' All you say is true, Sancho, but not all of us can be friars and 
many are the paths whereby God leads his own to Heaven. Chiv- 
alry is a religion and saintly knights are there in glory. ' ' True, ' 
replied Sancho. ' yet have I heard say there are more friars than 
errants there. ' ' Because greater their number here below. ' 
' There are many adventurers. ' ' Many, but few deserving the 
name of knight. ' 

In these and similar conversations they passed that night and 
the next day, with naught befalling them worthy of record, which 
fact lay lie a great weight on Don Quijote's heart. But at dusk the 
second day the great city of el Toboso flashed into view, consid- 
erably raising the knight's spirits and casting down those of his 
squire, so ignorant of where Dulcinea had her dwelling, having 
never in his life seen it, any more than his master. Both therefore 
were excited, one at the prospect of an interview, the other at 
not knowing what to do when his master sent him ahead. Our 
hero planned to enter the place in the dark, so the interval was 
spent amid some oaks on the outskirts. When the hour arrived, 
they entered the city, where befell them things worthy the name. 

Herein is recounted what herein vtrill be read 

TTIwAs on the stroke of midnight, a trifle more or less, when 
I . Don Quijoteand his squire Sancho left the wooded country 
and entered el Toboso. The town was all quietness, since its 
inhabitants lay with outstretched leg. The night was somewhat 
overcast but Sancho would have preferred total darkness that its 
obscurity might serve him as excuse. Nowhere was any sound 
save the barking of dogs, which stunned the ears of the knight 
and appalled the heart of his henchman. Now and again an ass 
brayed, pigs grunted, cats miaued — the various noises being 
intensified by the general stillness. The enamoured errant took all 
for happy omen, and found heart to say to Sancho : ' Lead on, 
son Sancho, to the palace of Dulcinea, for she, it may be, is still 


awake. ' ' By the light of the sun to what palace 8hall I lead ? 
when I saw her grace 'twas in a tiny house. ' ' Probably she had 
retired for the nonce to a small apartment of the palace to solace 
herself with her handmaids as is the use and custom of fine ladies 
and princesses. ' ' Master, ' demanded the squire, ' if in spite of 
me your worship still would have my lady's house a castle, is 
this an hour to find the door open ? or would it be wise to give 
loud knockings and put the whole household to confusion and 
alarm ? Is it to our mistresses' houses we are going, the way 
rough fellows do, who come and call and enter in, no matter 
how late ? ' 

' Let's first make sure of the castle, ' advised his senor, ' and 
then I'll say what next will best be done. And look, boy, either 
I see poorly or that large mass and shadow yonder is the place. ' 
' Then let your worship lead ; maybe it is, though were I to see 
it with both eyes and touch it with both hands I should believe 
it as I believe 'tis now day. ' The knight led the way but having 
advanced some two hundred paces perceived the building was 
the parish-church and not the castle, and said i ' 'Tis the church, 
Sancho. ' ' So I see, and God grant we don't come upon our 
burial ; 'lis no good business to be prowling around grave-yards 
at this time of night, the more as I told your worship if I mistake 
not, that the home of her grace was down a blind-alley. ' 

' His curses on you, fool ! where have you seen castles or royal 
palaces down alley- ways ? ' Senor, to every land its own customs : 
maybe it's one in el Toboso to build palaces and other great 
buildings down blind-alleys. So prithee let me hunt through 
these streets or alley-ways, for possibly at some corner or other 
I shall stumble on this castle, which may I see eaten by dogs for 
dragging us to the devil this way. ' ' Show respect to the pro- 
perty of my lady-love, ' counselled Don Quijote ; ' let us keep 
the feast in peace and not throw the rope after the bucket. ' 
' I'll bridle this tongue of mine, ' promised Sancho, ' but with 
what sort of patience can I bear that your worship expects me, 
who saw your lady's house but once, to recognise it always 
and find it at midnight, the more that your worship too is 
helpless that must have seen it thousands of times ? ' ' You'll 


drive me distracted, Sancho. Gome here, heretic ! haven't I told 
you a thousand times that in all the days of my life I never set 
eyes on the peerless Dulcinea nor once crossed the threshold of 
her palace ? that I am enamoured from report only, from her 
great reputation for beauty and cleverness. ' 

' I hear it now, ' replied the other, ' and I say that since your 
worship hasn't ever seen her, neither have I. ' ' Impossible ! ' 
cried Don Quijote ; ' you certainly told me you saw her winnow- 
ing wheat, what time you brought her answer to the letter I sent.' 
' Don't mind that, sir, for Fid have you know that my sight of 
her and the answer I brought were also by report. I know as well 
who the lady Dulcinea is as I know how to give a slap to the 
sky. ' ' Sancho, Sancho ! ' blazed the knight ; ' there are times for 
jesting and times when jests fall flat and loathsome. Just because 
I say I neither have seen nor spoken to my heart's mistress is no 
reason you should say the same, when you know the reverse to 
be true. ' 

The pair were in the midst of this logomachy when they ob- 
served a man approaching with two mules. From the noise made 
by the plough dragging on the ground they conjectured it must 
be some peasant risen before dawn to go to his work. So it was 
and as he trudged along, he chanted the ballad beginning : 

111 did ye fare, ye men of France, 
In that wild chace of Roncesvalles. 

' May I die, if aught good befall us to night, Sancho, ' said 
Don Quijote ; ' do you hear what this countryman is singing ? ' 
' I hear, ' said Sancho, ' but what has the chase of Roncesvalles 
to do with our afl'airs ? he could chant the ballad of Laca inos I 
and 'twould make no difference, so far as we're concerned. ' 

The peasant was now at hand and Don Quijote said to him : 
' Can you tell me, my friend, and may God give you fortune, 
where stand the palaces of the peerless princess. Dona Dulcinea 
del Toboso ? ' ' I am a stranger, sir, and have been but a few 
days here in the hire of a rich farmer whose soil I till. In this 
house opposite live the village-priest and the sacristan, either or 
both of whom could inform you, since they keep a list of inhab- 


itants. My impression is that el Toboso doesn't boast a princess, 
though there are many ladies of such importance that any of them 
may be one in her own house. ' ' Among them it must be I shall 
find her concerning whom I ask. ' ' Most likely, but God be 
with you for the day is at hand, ' returned the swain, pricking 
his mules nor waiting to be questioned further. 

Sancho, observing how his master was puzzled and ill at ease, 
seized this opportunity for saying : ' Senor, the day comes apace 
and 'twill not be prudent to let the sun find us in these streets. 
We would better leave the city and when your worship is hid 
in a neighbouring wood, I'll return in the daytime nor leave 
a stone unturned in my search for the house, castle or palace 
of my lady. I should be pretty good-for-nothing didn't I find it, 
and when found, I'll communicate with her grace, telling where 
and how you bide expecting her, and to you I'll give means 
and directions for an interview without risk to her honour and 
good name. ' ' In a few words, Sancho, you have spoken a thou- 
sand sentences. The counsel you have just given I relish and 
acccept. Gome, my son, let's look for my hiding-place, that you 
may return to seek out, find and talk with my lady-love, from 
whose discretion and courtesy I look for favours more than 
miraculous.' As Sancho was only too eager to get out of the town 
ere the lie of the letter to his master in the Sierra Morena be 
discovered, their departure was immediate. Some two miles out 
they found a forest or wood and there the knight hid himself 
during his squire's journey to the city, on which embassy there 
ijefell things demanding further attention and credulity. 



The trick devised by Saucho for the enchantment of 
Dulcinea, together with other passages whimsical as true 

COMING to relate what is told in this chapter the author says 
his wish was quietly to omit it lest he be not believed, 
since Don Quijote's madness here passes the limit and farthest 
bound of the worst imaginable cases — indeed it passes two 
bowshots beyond. Nevertheless, though with fear and misgiving, 
he transcribes it precisely as things occurred, not adding to or 
subtracting from the history an atom of its truth, nor yielding 
one jot to the charges of lying that may be made against him. 
And he did right, for truth, though finely spun, will never break, 
outtopping falsehood as oil does water. Proceeding with the 
narrative he says : 

As soon as Don Quijote was ensconced in the forest, wood or 
thicket outside great el Toboso, he bade his squire return citywards 
nor reappear till he had spoken on his behalf with his lady, 
praying that she be pleased to let herself be seen of her captive 
knight and deign to bestow her blessing, that he might thereby 
hope to attain a happy fulfilment of all his engagements and 
difficult designs. Sancho promised to obey, bringing him as 
good answer as he did the first time. ' Go, my son, ' concluded 
Don Quijote, ' taking care lest you be dazzled by the light of that 
sun of beauty wherefor you make search, happy above all the 
squires of the world ! Note down in your memory and let it not 
escape thence, how she receives you, whether she colours when 
you state your errand, whether she is quickened and nervous 
when she hears my name. 

' Note too whether she rises from her ottoman (should you 
find her seated in the sumptuous chamber proper to her author- 
ity), or, if you find her standing, see whether she doesn't rest 
first on one foot, then on the other. Tell me if she repeats her 
answer two or three times, if she changes from gentle to severe, 


from severe to loving ; if she raises her hand to smooth her hair 
though not disordered. In fine, my son, observe her every action 
and movement ; which if you faithfully report, I shall divine 
what's hid in the secret places of her heart, bearing on her 
attitude toward my passion, For you should know, Sancho, 
if you don't already, that 'twixt two lovers their actions and 
motions when the beloved is named are most faithful messengers 
of what is transpiring within. Go, friend, and may better fortune 
than mine attend you, bringing you more success than I fear 
and look for, while I abide in the cruel solitude wherein you 
leave me. ' 

' I'll go and come quickly, ' promised Sancho ; ' let your 
worship cheer up this little heart of yours, which can be no 
bigger than a hazel-nut. Consider the proverb, A stout heart 
breaks bad luck, and. No flitches are, where there are no hooks, 
and how also it is said. The hare leaps where least he is looked 
for. I mean by all this that though in the night we failed to find 
the castles or palaces of Dulcinea, now that 'tis day I think to 
find them when least I expect, and when found, leave the lady 
to me. ' ' Verily, my son, you are ever so pat with your proverbs, 
so may God grant me better fortune in my desire. ' With this 
Sancho wheeled about and pricked his Dapple, leaving his 
master mounted, braced in stirrups and leaning on his lance, at 
bay with sad and troubled fancies. There too we shall leave him 
and accompany Sancho Panza. 

No less troubled and sad was the squire setting out than the 
knight remaining : so anxious was he indeed that scarce had he 
left the wood when, turning to see that his master was out of 
view, he alighted from Dapple and seating himself at the foot 
of a tree began to commune with himself saying : ' Be kind 
enough to tell us, brother Sancho, whither your worship is 
bound ; look you perchance for some lost ass or other ? ' ' Not 
at all. ' ' Then for what ? ' ' To say the least of her I am looking 
for a princess and she the sun of beauty and the whole sky 
combined. ' ' And where think you to find this wonder of won- 
ders ? ' ' "Where ? why in the great city of el Toboso of course. ' 
' Good ; and on whose behalf do you run this errand ? ' ' On 


behalf of the famous knight Don Quijote de la Mancha, he that 
redresses wrongs, gives the thirsty to eat and the hungry to 
drink. ' ' That sounds very well but know you her house ? ' 
' My master says 'tis some royal palaces or other, or a haughty 
castle. ' 

' Possibly you've seen the lady once upon a time ? ' Neither I 
nor master have e'er set eyes on her grace. ' ' Then wouldn't you 
think it well and wisely done if the Tobosans, finding that you 
had come to pester their ladies and allure away their princesses, 
pounded your ribs with bare sticks till they left no whole bone 
in your body ? ' ' They certainly would be right unless they 
bethought them in time that I acted under orders and that : 

Friend, as a messenger you came 

And therefore shall not meet with blame. ' 

' Don't trust to that, my son, for Manchegans are as choleric 
as cunning and take jokes from none. My God, if they scent 
you, I promise you hard times. ' ' The devil, man, let the bolt fall 
yonder ; not if I know it shall I look for three feet on a cat for 
another man's pleasure, the more that looking for Dulcinea in 
el Toboso is like hunting for Maria in Ravenna or the bachelor in 
Salamanca. 'Tis the devil I say that has got me into this scrape 
and nobody else. ' 

This conference occurred between himself and Sancho and the 
upshot was that as it broke up he declared : ' Gome now, all 
things have remedy save death, beneath whose yoke, in spite of 
ourselves, all must pass when life is over and done. A thousand 
proofs have been submitted that this my master is as mad as 
they make them and that even I am not so far behind. Indeed I, 
since I follow and serve him, am more fool than he, if the proverb 
be true. Tell me the company you keep and I will tell you what 
you are ; and that other. Not with whom thou art bred but with 
whom thou art fed. Mad, then, as he is, and with a madness 
that is wont to take some things for others, calling black white 
and white black, as appeared when he said the windmills were 
giants, the friars' mules dromederies and the flocks of sheep 
hostile armies and much more to the same tune, it won't be so 


difficult to make him believe that a peasant woman, the first I 
come across, is the lady Dulcinea. And if he don't, I can swear 
she is, and if he swear back, I'll take a second oath, and if he 
keep it up, so will I and mine eye will not leave the mark, come 
as it will. Perhaps by mine obstinacy I shall end this sending 
me on embassies, when he sees the bad news I bring. Or maybe 
he'll think, and this is more likely, that some naughty enchanter, 
of those he says wish him ill, has changed her looks to make 
him mischief and trouble. ' 

With this last thought Sancho became more at ease, feeling the 
job good as done. He waited till afternoon that sufficient time 
should seem to have elapsed for his trip to and fro. And so well 
did things fall out that when he rose to mount Dapple, he saw 
approaching from the city three peasant-women riding three 
he-asses or she-asses — the author doesn't state which, though 
the latter is more probable, being the usual mount of country- 
women, but, as 'tis of small concern, there's no reason we should 
stop to enquire. To be brief, as soon as Sancho saw the peasants, 
he galloped back to his master, whom he found sighing and 
uttering a thousand love-laments. When the knight saw him he 
exclaimed : ' What news, Sancho friend ? shall I mark this day 
with white stone or black ? ' ' Better mark it with red chalk, sir, 
as they do the college lists, to be more plainly seen. ' 

' 'Tis good news, then, you bring me ? ' ' So good that your 
worship has only to spur Rocinante and ride into the open to 
behold the lady Dulcinea with two of her maidens coming to 
wait upon you. ' ' Blessed be God what do you say ? remember 
and don't deceive me nor with false cheer try to ease my veritable 
sorrow. ' ' Why should I try to deceive, especially when you 
are so near to learning the truth ? Spur on, sire ; come, and you 
will see the princess our mistress on the way, all dressed up and 
adorned — in short just like the lady she is. Her damsels and she 
are a blaze of gold, they look like corn-cobs of pearls and 
besides are covered with diamonds, rubies and brocades more 
than ten-folds thick. Their hair hangs loose upon their shoulders 
like so many sunbeams that go playing with the wind, and 
above all they come mounted on three piebald whacknees, the 


finest sight conceivable. ' • Hackneys you should say, Sancho. ' 
' There's small difference 'Iwixt whacknees and hackneys. But 
let their mount be what it may, coming they are, the showiest 
ladies you could ask for, especially my lady the princess Dulcinea, 
who makes one faint. ' ' Gome then, Sancho son, and as reward 
for this unexpected as 'tis good news I grant you the best spoil 
won in the next adventure. If this be not enough, yours are the 
three fillies my three mares give me this year ; they're in foal on 
our town-meadow as you know. ' ' I choose the fillies, for the 
spoils of our next adventure aren't very certain. ' 

By this time they found themselves out of the wood and near 
the three peasant-girls. Don Quijote's eyes followed the road to 
el Toboso and seeing only the three grew nervous, asking Sancho 
if 'twere outside the city he left them. ' How outside ? ' cried the 
other ; ' have you your eyes in the back of your head perchance 
that you fail to recognise her among these at hand, resplendent 
as the sun at noon ? ' ' Naught can I see, squire, save three 
peasant-women on three asses. ' ' Now God deliver me from the 
devil ! ' quoth the other ; ' and is it possible that three hackneys 
or however you call them, as white as the snow, should look to 
you like asses ? As the Lord liveth, may they pluck out my 
beard if such be the truth. ' ' Friend Sancho, it's as true that they 
are he or she-asees as that I am Don Quijote and you Sancho 
Panza ; at least so they appear to me. ' 

' Peace, senor, speak it not ; snuff those eyes of yours and 
come and make obeisance to the lady of your thoughts that 
already draws nigh ; ' and saying this he advanced to meet the 
three women. Dropping from his Dapple he seized one of the 
three asses by the halter and kneeling said. ' O queen, princess 
and duchess of beauty, may your haughtiness and majesty be 
pleased to receive in your grace and good-will your captive 
cavalier that stands there like marble, utterly puzzled and pulse- 
less at finding himself before your magnificent presence. I am 
his squire Sancho Panza and he the wayworn knight Don Qui- 
jote de La Mancha, otherwise known as the Knight of Sorry 
Aspect. ' Don Quijote was now on his knees beside Sancho, 
staring with bulging eyes and bewildered look at her his squire 


called queen and lady. As he could see only a peasant:girl and 
not a very good-looking one at that (a flat nose on a round face), 
ill his confusion he dared not open his lips. 

The peasants were equally dumfounded at seing two such 
unlike men kneeling before and holding back their companion. 
But she, annoyed to the point of anger, broke the silence by 
saying : ' Bad luck to you, get out of the way and let us pass on 
for we're in a hurry. ' And Sancho replied : ' O princess and 
universal lady of el Toboso, how does your magnaminous heart 
not soften at seeing the prop and pillar of errantry kneeling 
before your sublimated presence ? ' To which one of the others 
retorted : ' Whoa there, my father-in-law's ass, till I curry- 
comb you. Look how these dandiprats come to poke fun at us 
poor country-girls, as though we knew not how to crack jokes 
as well as they. Go your way and let us go ours ; 'twill be better 
for you. ' 

' Rise, Sancho, ' sighed Don Qaijote, ' for I see that fortune, 
not yet sated with my sorrows, has blocked all roads whereby 
comfort might come to this wretched soul I bear in my flesh. But 
O thou crown of all imaginable excellence, thou limit of all 
human grace, sole consolation of the afllicted heart that adores 
thee, now that an evil enchanter persecutes me, placing clouds 
and cataracts in mine eyes and perverting thy peerless beauty 
and features into those of a poor peasant, unless he have at the 
same time changed mine into those of a wild beast to appear 
hateful in thy sight, fail not to look softly and lovingly upon me, 
detecting in this knee-bending and submission which I make to 
thy hidden beauty the humility wherewith my soul adores thee.' 

' Tell that to my grandfather ! ' retorted the wench ; ' I'm no 
woman to listen to love-jabber. Clear the road and we'll thank 
you. ' Sancho stood aside to let her pass, overjoyed at being well 
out of his entanglement. She that had done duty for Dulcinea 
no sooner found herself free than she pricked her whacknee 
with her pointed slick, making her dash over the meadow, till 
the jenny, feeling the extraordinary sting, began to cavort, at 
length landing her ladyship on the ground. When this was seen 
of Don Quijote, he hastened to assist her and Sancho to adjust 


the girth and panne], which had slipped beneath the beast's belly. 
When this was secured and the knight was about to lift his 
enchanted lady-love back onto her seat, she took a quick run and 
clapping both hands on the jenny's haunches, more lightly than 
a falcon landed astride. 

' By Roque ! ' exclaimed Sancho ; ' if the lady our mistress 
isn't nimbler than a hawk ! I swear she can teach the most dex- 
terous Cordovan or Mexican to mount jennet-wise. With one 
leap she sailed over the crupper and without spurs now makes 
her hackney run like a zebra. Nor do her damsels stay behind : 
all are travelling like the wind. ' Such was the case, for seeing 
Dulcinea mounted again the others pricked after and all shot 
off like a flash, not turning their heads for more than half a 
a league. Don Quijote followed them with his eyes, and when 
they had passed beyond sight, he turned to his squire and said : 
' How does it look to you, Sancho, that I am so little loved by 
enchanters? Observe how far their hatred and malice extend in 
that they have chosen to rob me of the comfort of seeing my 
lady fair in her proper form. Verily was I born an ensample of 
the unfortunate : to be the butt and mark whereat the arrows 
of adversity might take aim and shoot. You must also remark, 
friend, that they weren't content, the traitors, to alter the appear- 
ance of my Dulcinea, but they must change and transform her 
into a figure so low and ugly as that peasant, and in addition 
robbed her of one of the special charms of ladies of rank — the 
lovely fragrance that comes from their always being amid sweet 
amber and flowers. For I must confess to you, that when I came 
to lift Dulcinea onto her hackney, as you call what seemed to me 
a she-ass, I got such a whiff of raw garlic as to smother and 
poison my very soul. ' 

' Dogs that ye are ! ' quoth the squire ; ' O dismal and ill- 
minded enchanters, may I see you strung up by the gills like 
pilchards on a rush ! Much is it that ye know and much is in 
your power, but much much more do ye do. It should have 
sufficed to turn the pearls of my lady's eyes into cork-tree gall- 
nuts, her tresses of purest gold into bristles of a red bullock's 
tail ; in short to turn all her features from fair to foul were 


enough without meddling with her odour, since by it at least we 
might have guessed what lay beneath that ugly rind. Though to 
speak by the card, I noticed no ugliness but only beauty, which 
culminated in a mole on her right lip like a moustache, with 
seven or eight red hairs growing out like golden filaments and 
longer than a span. ' 

' In that case, ' said Don Quijote, ' according to the relation- 
ship among moles, those of the face and those of the body, the 
girl must have another on the broad of her thigh on the same 
side as the one on her face. But hairs of the length you describe 
are rather long for moles. ' ' All I can say is there they were as 
if born with her. ' ' I'll believe it, friend, since nature gave noth- 
ing to Dulcinea that was not perfect and complete. Indeed had 
you discovered a hundred moles like that you speak of, on her 
they were not moles (lunares) but moons (lunas) and brightly 
shining stars. But tell me, Sancho, that which seemed to me a 
pack-saddle, which you adjusted, was it a flat or a side-saddle ?' 
' Neither, but one with high pommels and cantle with a field- 
covering worth half a kingdom it was so rich.' ' Alas that I should 
have missed it all ! ' sighed the knight ; ' again I say and I'll say it 
a thousand times that I am the most unfortunate of men. ' The 
rogue of a Sancho had difficulty in concealing his laughter when 
he heard these misconceptions of his master whom he had so 
artfully deceived, At length, after further talk, they mounted and 
took the road to Saragossa which they hoped to reach in time 
for the religious festival annualy held in that illustrious city. 
Ere they arrived however, there befell them many fresh and 
important adventures worthy of record and reading, as in due 
course will be seen. 



The surprising adventure that overtook Don Quijote in 
connection with the cart or car of the Cortes or Death 

As he rode along our knight sate very sad, musing on the vile 
turn the enchanters had done him in turning his lady 
Dulcinea into a mean country-wench — the viler in that he saw 
no way of changing her back. These thoughts carried him so far 
that unwittingly he let the reins slip from his hands, and Roci- 
nante, appreciating his liberty, at every step delayed to crop 
the green grass wherewith those fields abounded. Sancho at 
length aroused him from his revery by saying : ' Griefs, master, 
were made not for beasts to be sure but for men, but if men 
overgrieve, they become beasts. Control and be yourself again, 
senor, and take Rocinante's reins. Cheer and rouse yourself, 
showing the gallantry all adventurers should possess. What devil 
is this ? what fit is upon you ? are we here or in France ? May 
Satan fetch all the Dulcineas in the world, since the well-being 
of a single knight-errant imports more than all the enchantments 
and transformations on the earth. ' 

' Tut, tut, ' said the other in a voice not too faint, ' peace I say 
and blaspheme not the charmed woman for whose misfortune 
and calamity I alone am to blame — from the envy the wicked 
bear me has been born her loss. ' ' I say so too, ' sighed the 
other ; ' who saw her then and sees her now, 'tis any heart would 
weep I trow. ' ' You of all men can say this, friend, since you 
beheld the entire perfection of her loveliness — the enchantment 
neither confused your sight nor hid her beauty. Against me and 
mine eyes only did its poison set. Yet yon too had a false idea 
of her, telling me, if I remember rightly, she had eyes like pearls. 
Such eyes belong rather to a fish than a fair one. Mine own 
feeling is that Dnlcinea's must have been green emeralds, large 
and full, with two celestial arcs as brows. Take these pearls from 



her eyes and give them her for teeth ; doubtless you were excited 
and misnamed them. ' 

' Very likely ; her beauty dazzled me as her ugliness dazed 
your worship. But let us commend ourselves to God that knoweth 
all that must come to pass in this vale of tears, this naughty 
world of ours, where aught can scarce be that's not mixed with 
corruption or fraud and guile. The thing that most distresses 
me, however, is wondering what steps must be taken when you 
down some giant or other cavalier, commanding him to present 
himself before the beauty of the lady Dulcinea. Where's he to 
find her, this poor giant or this poor and miserable defeated 
cavalier. I seem to see them like staring dummies wandering 
through the town, looking for my lady whom, should they meet 
her on the street, they wouldn't recognise any more than they 
would my father. ' 

' Yet it may be, ' suggested the other, ' that the enchantment 
won't reach to her obscuration to the eyes of vanquished and 
presented giants and cavaliers. From one or two of the first I 
conquer and send we shall get evidence on this point by ordering 
them to r«turn and give account of all that befell. ' ' Allow me 
to say, master, that what you propose appears to me capital, for 
methihks by this artifice we shall come to know what we wish. 
And if it turn out that she's hid from your worship only, the 
misfortune is more yours than hers ; and knowing she has health 
and peace we, going our way and making the best of it, will 
soon become reconciled, looking for our adventures and letting 
Time deal with hers, for he's the best physician both for these 
and for other and more serious complaints. ' 

The knight was prevented from replying by the appearance 
of a long open cart without tilt or covering that suddenly came 
out onto the road, freighted with the most diverse and extraordi- 
nary personages and figures imaginable. He that guided the mules 
and served as charioteer was an ugly demon, while the next 
creation that presented itself was very Death though with a 
human countenance. Near him stood an angel with painted 
wings ; at his side, an emperor with a crown that feigned gold, 
while at Death's feet rested the god Cupid, lacking the customary 


bandage over his eyes but with bow and arrow-filled quiver. A 
knight there was in full armour, save that for morrion and 
helmet he wore a hat stuck with plumes of divers colours. 
Besides these were others of differing garbs and faces, and the 
whole, coming so suddenly, a little startled Don Quijote and 
wholly petrified the heart of his squire. But soon the former was 
all happiness again, bethinking him that a fresh and perilous 
adventure was here offered, and in this mind and with a heart 
resolved to meet whatever risk, he took his stand before the car 
and in loud and threatening terms cried out : 

' Charioteer, driver, devil or whoever it is I address, be quick 
to tell me who you are, whither bound and what the crew in 
your coach, which more nearly resembles Charon's bark than any 
common conveyance. ' Stopping his car the devil calmly replied : 
' Sire, we are players in the company of Angulo the Artful. This 
morning, being the Octave of Corpus Christi, in a village behind 
yon hill we acted the auto of the Cortes of Death, which we are 
to repeat this afternoon in a village just visible ahead. As the 
distance is short, we are travelling in costume, saving ourselves 
the trouble of undressing and dressing again. That youth there 
takes the part of Death ; the other, of an angel ; that woman, 
who is the wife of the manager, is the queen; then come the 
soldier and the emperor, while I, who usually take the leading 
roles in our company's performances, in this one play the devil. 
Being he, I am equal to everything, and so, would your worship 
know aught else of us, out with it and I shall be able to answer 
without delay. ' ' On the word of a knight-errant, ' declared Don 
Quijote, ' when first I beheld this car, I imagined that some 
great adventure presented itself, but now I can only say that 
if one would be disillusioned, 'tis necessary to touch appearances 
with the hand. Go your way with God, good people, and hold 
your festival, resting assured that should you seek aught wherein 
I may be of service, it shall be done with pleasure and good- 
will by one that from boyhood was devoted to masques and in his 
youth was spellbound by the drama. ' 

While they were thus engaged, chance willed that a certain 
member of the company, clad as a fool and hung about with 


many bells, approaching Don Quijote began to flourish a stick, 
beating the ground with three ox-bladders fastened to the end 
thereof ; at the same time this merry-andrew kept leaping in the 
air, sounding the bells. The wicked vision so startled Rocinante 
that in his master's spite he took the bit 'twixt his teeth and 
started for a cross-country run at a greater speed than the bones 
of his anatomy ever promised. Sancho, fearing lest his master be 
thrown, dropped from Dapple and in all haste went to his 
rescue. But by the time he reached the spot, the errant was lying 
on the ground with Rocinante by his side : the usual outcome of 
the nag's high spirits and the knight's imprudence. 

Scarce had the squire in his hurry left his mount when the 
demoniacal dancer of the bladders leapt on Dapple, and striking 
him therewith, more by fear and noise than by pain of blows 
made him fly o'er the plain toward the village where the festival 
was to be held. Sancho looked first at Dapple's flight and then 
at his master's downfall, not knowing to which of the two needs 
to address himself, but in the end, as in a good squire and faith- 
ful servant, the love he bore his master outweighed his affection 
for the ass, though every time he saw the bladders rise and fall 
on Dapple's haunches he felt the toils and terrors of death, 
preferring that those blows fall on the apples of his own eyes 
than touch the smallest hair of the tail of his ass. With this 
double anxiety he came to where Don Quijote lay, decidedly 
worse off than he wished. Helping him back onto Rocinante he 
cried : ' Senor, the devil has made away with the ass. ' 

' What devil ? ' asked Don Quijote. ' He of the bladders, ' was 
the answer. ' Then I'll recover it though it and the thief be hid in 
the deepest and darkest dungeons of hell. Follow me, boy, for the 
car travels slowly and with its mules I mean to make good the 
loss of your mount.' ' There's no need, master; let your worship 
cool down, for it looks as if the devil had quit the little beast who 
is returning to its crib ; ' which was true, for the devil, taking a 
fall with Dapple, in imitation of the knight and Rocinante, was 
footing it to the village, while the ass was returning to its owner. 
' Nevertheless, ' said Don Quijote, ' 'twill be well to visit the 
demon's rudeness on some member of the car, though it be the 


emperor himself. ' ' Drop that from your head, sir, taking my 
advice, which is never to meddle with players : they're a priv- 
ileged lot. I've seen an actor tried for two murders and go 
scot-free. Your worship must know that as they're a merry crew 
and give pleasure, every one is on their side, protects, helps, and 
cherishes them, especially companies having royal charters, 
of whom all or most in dress and make-up look like princes. ' 

' Say what you will, ' replied the other, ' that play-devil shan't 
go off boasting, though the entire human race take his side. ' 
Saying which he set off for the car, now mear the village, crying 
as he went : ' Hold there, rest yourselves, merry and festive ones, 
for I hope to show you how are to be treated the asses and 
animals that serve as mounts to errants ' squires. ' So loud were 
his cries that the car-folk heard and understood, and surmising 
his object from his oratory Death at once leapt to the ground, 
followed by the emperor, the devil-charioteer and the angel, nor 
did the queen and the god Cupid remain behind. All supplied 
themselves with stones and waited in a row to receive our knight 
at the points of Iheir pebbles. Seeing their brave squadron, their 
arms raised and ready to let fly, Don Quijote drew rein, endeav- 
ouring to think how he might attack them with less danger 
of person. 

Sancho had now arrived and finding his master about to 
advance against the well-formed battalion cried : ' 'Twould be 
nothing short of madness to attempt such a thing. Consider, sire, 
that against that brook-soup, and there's plenty of it, there's not 
a defensive armour in the world, unless one were to crouch and 
hide inside a bronze bell. It should also be noted that 'tis more 
foolhardiness than valour for one lone man to meet an army led 
by Death, where emperors fight in person and to which both good 
and bad angels lend aid. Should this not move you, be moved 
by knowing for certain that among them all, though there appear 
to be kings, princes and emperors, not one of them is truly a 
knight-errant. ' ' There, Sancho, you have hit on what can and 
should alter my intent. It is neither permissible nor possible for 
me to draw sword against undubbed nnights, as I have often told 
you, but do you avenge Dapple's wrong if you wish, while I aid 


from afar with cries of caution or encouragement. ' 

' There's no cause for wreaking vengeance on anyone, seiior, 
since 'tis not the part of good Christians. What's more, I'll 
arrange with mine ass to place his injury in the hands of my will, 
which is peacefully to live such days as Heaven alloteth. ' ' If 
that be your resolve, Sancho the good, Sancho the wise, Sancho 
the Christian and Sancho the sincere, let's quit these phantasms, 
and seek again for lovelier and better-qualified adventures, for 
methinks this country is of a character not to fail in many and 
most marvellous. ' He then turned about, Sancho went to meet 
his Dapple, Death and his flying squadron mounted their car, 
and thus happily ended the adventure of the car of Death, thanks 
to the wholesome counsel given by Sancho Panza to his master ; 
to whom next day with an errant and enamoured knight befell 
another no less breathless than the preceeding. 


The rare adventure that befell the gallant Don Quijote with 
the brave Knight of the Mirrors 

THE night that followed the day of the encounter with Death 
was spent by Don Quijote and his squire under some tall 
and star-proof trees, after the former, at Sancho's persuasion, 
had eaten of the contents of Dapple's store. During the meal 
the servant said to his lord : ' What a fool I had been, sire, had I 
chosen as a present the spoils of the first adventure your worship 
achieved rather than the fillies of the three mares. Verily, verily, 
a sparrow in hand is worth more than a vulture flying. ' ' But 
consider, Sancho, that had you let me make an assault as I 
wished to, to you would at least have fallen the empress's crown 
of gold and Cupid's painted wings, for I should have stripped 
them off" willy-nilly and placed them in your hands. ' ' The scep- 
tres and crowns of play-emperors, ' declared the squire, ' are 
never pure gold but brass-foil merely or tinsel. ' 

' True, ' confessed the knight, ' and rightly are the trappings 


of the stage never real but always feigned and simulated like 
comedy itself, toward wich I would that you be well-disposed, 
Sancho, and toward those likewise that perform and thoste that 
compose dramas, since all are instruments of great good Dp the 
republic. At every^tep the^hoid^a mirrorjwherein is seen tp the 
life the goings-on of our human existence : there's no repri isenT" 
tation that portrays so vividly both what we are and what 
we should be as actors and the stage. Or tell me, have you never 
seen a comedy where are introduced kings, emperors and popes, 
knights, ladies and many others ? One plays the bully, another 
the villain, this one the merchant, that the soldier, one the witty 
fool and and one the foolish lover, yet when the performance is 
over and their costumes cast, all are equal. ' ' Yes, such a play 
have I seen, ' said Sancho. 

' The same thing, ' continued the other, ' occurs in the comedy 
and commerce of this world, where are emperors and popes, all 
the characters in fact that could be produced on the stage, yet 
when the play ends, which is when life is over, Death strips 
them of their distinguishing garbs and they lie down equal in 
the grave. ' ' Brave comparison ! ' exclaimed Sancho ; ' though 
not so new but that I have heard it many, many times ; as in the 
game of chess where, while the game lasts, each piece has its 
particular office, but finished, all are jumbled together and put 
in the bag, which is like stowing life away in the grave. ' ' Every 
day,._Sancho^_you grow less simple and more wise. ' •'That^ 
because I have to some extent "Become tfffeEte^' By the wisdom 
of your woriBifr,"~foF'loir that^of itself is sterile and dry, by 
manuring and cultivation bears good fruit. In other words inter- 
course with your worship has been manure fallen on the sterile 
soil of my dry wit, and cultivation is the time I serve and com- 
mune with you. With these two I hope to give such lawful fruits 
of myself as may not slip or tumble from the paths of the good- 
breeding whereon you have been guiding this parched wit o1 
mine. ' The knight smiled at his squire's showy speech, though 
what he said of his improvement seemed to him true, for occa- 
sionally Sancho spoke in a manner to amaze ; albeit when ne 
attempted argument or fine phrasing, he always or usually fell 


headlong from the ^eight of absurdity down to the depths of 
ignorance. Where he showed himself most retentive and skilful 
was in intoducing proverbs, fit as they might, as will have been 
seen and noted in the course of our chronicle. 

In this and other discourse they passed a great part of that 
night, till there came to Sancho the desir^-tbe drop the curtains 
of his eyes, as he expressed it, and stripping Dapple he let him 
gaze his fill. He refrained from doing the same for Rocinante, 
following his master's express command that while they wandered 
in the country and slept in the open, the steed should never be 
stripped — it being an ancient usage established and observed 
by errants, to remove the bridle and hang it from the saddlebow, 
but to part saddle and horse ? never. Sancho acted accordingly, 
but otherwise gave Rocinante equal liberty with Dapple, for the 
friendship 'twixt the pair was so unique and strong that tradition 
handed down from father to son says that the author of this true 
history devoted special chapters thereto but that regarding the 
decency and decorum essential to so heroic a narrative he omitted 
them. Occasionally forgetting himself however, he tells us that 
no sooner were the animals by themselves than they began to 
scratch each other till, wearied or sated, Rocinante would reach 
his neck over the other's, nay, more than half a yard beyond 
and both gazing stedfastly on the earth would continue in that 
attitude three days at a stretch, or at least such time as they were 
undisturbed by man or hunger. 

They tell me that the author went so far as to compare their 
relationship to that of Nisus and Euryalus and to that of Pylades 
and Orestes. If this be true of these two pacific brutes, the secur- 
ity of such regard may easily provoke the universal wonder 
and confusion of men, who so little know how to keep friends, 
one with another. Wherefore it is written : 

Friend and friend no more appears, 
Tourney reeds are turned to spears ; 

and so also it is sung : 

Now friend looks black upon his friend. 

And let it not seem that the author in contrasting the friendship 


of these animals with that of men, went out of his way, for many 
a lesson have we learned from dumb beasts and received many 
things of value at their hands — the clyster, for example, from 
the stork, vomit and gratitude from dogs, vigilance from cranes, 
from ants providence, continence from elephants and loyalty 
from the horse. 

In, short, then, Sancho went fast asleep at the foot of a cork- 
tree and his master dropped into a doze near a stout evergreen- 
oak ; but only a short time had elapsed when a sound at his back 
awoke the latter. Leaping to his feet with a start he stood trying 
to discover whence it proceeded and at length made out two men 
on horseback, one of whom, throwing himself from the saddle, 
said to the other : ' Dismount, friend, and unbridle the steeds, 
since this place seemingly abounds both in pasturage and in the 
silence and solitude required of mine amorous thoughts. ' To say 
this and to stretch himself on the ground was the work of a 
moment, his armour resounding as he threw himself down. 

Don Quijote knew from the fact that he was mailed that he 
must be a knight-errant and approaching the sleeping squire he 
pulled him by the arm, and when with no little trouble he had 
awakened him, he whispered : ' Sancho brother, we have an 
adventure. ' ' God make her a good one, ' yawned Sancho ; ' and 
where is her grace, this adventuress ? ' ' Where, my son ! turn 
your eyes and look, for you'll see oustretched there a knight- 
errant who, I opine, isn't overhappy, since I saw him drop from 
his steed and fling himself on the ground like one in despair, his 
armour crackling as he fell. ' ' And what leads you to think this 
an adventure ? ' ' I don't mean that it's already one but rather a 
beginning, for they all open thus. But hark ! methinks I hear him 
tuning a lute or viol, and since he is spitting and clearing his 
throat, he must be about to sing. ' ' True enough ; no doubt he's 
in love. ' ' Every errant is, ' said Don Quijote ; ' but let us 
listen, for by this thread we shall arrive at the secret of his 
thoughts — out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.' 

Sancho was on the point of reply but the voice of the Knight 
of the Wood, neither very good nor very bad, prevented him. 
The pair listened to his song which the knight soon ended with 


an Ah ! that seemed wrung from the depths of his heart, but 
after a short pause in plaintive voice of languishment he said : 
' O most beautiful and ungrateful woman, most serene Gasildea 
ofVandalia ! how can it be that thou sufferest this thy captive 
knight to be consumed and to perist in endless wanderings and 
harsh and bitter labours. Is it not enough that I made all the 
knights of Navarre, Leon, Tartesia, Castile and finally all the 
knights of La Mancha, confess thee fairest on earth ? ' ' That is 
not true, Sancho, ' whispered Don Quijote ; ' for I am of La 
Mancha yet never have confessed nor could nor should confess a 
thing so disparaging mine own love's beauty. He raves as you 
see, but listen, if perchance he declare himself further. ' ' No 
doubt he will, ' said Sancho, ' for he looks as if he might com- 
plain a whole month through. ' But this was not to be, for the 
Knight of the Wood, overhearing them, dropped his lament and 
rising said in clear but courteous tone : 

' Who goes there ? who are you ? of the happy or the afflicted ?' 
' The afflicted, ' answered Don Quijote. ' Then come hither with 
the assurance that you come to sorrow and affliction itself. ' Don 
Quijote, seeing he was answered so amiably and courteously, 
drew near, followed by Sancho. The knightly lamenter took our 
errant by the arm saying : ' Sit you down, sir knight, for that 
you are one that profess adventures is sufficiently proved by 
your being in this place, where solitude and evening dew, fit 
cover and couch for wayfaring knights, keep you company. ' To 
this Don Quijote made reply : ' A knight I am and of the order 
you name, and though in my heart sorrows, humiliations and 
troubles find their own and native dwelling-place, they have not 
banished thence my compassion for the misfortunes of others. 
Yours, I gather from your song, are of love, the love I take it 
you bear that fair ingrate named therein. ' 

Already they were seated on the hard ground side by side in 
good peace and fellowship and not at all as if at break of day 
they were to break each other's head. ' Perchance, sir knight, ' 
asked he of the Wood, ' you also love? ' ' Per-mischance,' replied 
the other, ' though loss born of misplaced affection should be 
deemed favour, not misfortune. ' ' True, provided her frowns 


don't unsettle the reason and understanding. When disdain 
becomes excessive, it looks like vengeance. ' ' Never have I been 
frowned on by my lady ; ' declared Don Quijote. ' Never, echoed 
Sancho, who stood hard by ; ' she's meek as a yearling lamb, 
softer than a chunk of lard. ' 

' Is this your squire?' asked the stranger. ' It is, ' replied Don 
Quijote. ' I've never before met with a shieldbearer that made 
bold to interrupt his master. At least here's mine, big as his 
father, yet it cannot be proved that he ever oped his lips while 
I was speaking.' ' But I,' spoke up Sancho, ' have oped mine and 
am ready to ope them before another as good as or even — but 
let it rest, for 'twill only prove worse for the stirring. ' The 
squire of the Wood now took Sancho by the arm saying : ' Let 
us two go where we can have as long a squire-talk as suits us, 
leaving these gentlemen to relate at swords' points the histories 
of their loves, for 'tis certain the day will catch them and even 
then they won't have done. ' ' Good, ' agreed Sancho, ' and I'll 
tell your worship who I am, that you may judge whether or no 
I am to be named with the most talkative squires going.' They 
thereupon withdrew and 'twixt these servants there passed a 
conversation as droll as that 'twixt their lords was serious and 


The adventure of the Knight of the Wood continued, 
together with the novel, witty and delicious colloquy of the 

two squires 

BY themselves sat knights and squires, these telling of their 
lives, those of their loves. The history first records the chat 
of the servants and then takes up that betwixt their lords. And 
thus it states that, withdrawing a little from the others, the 
squire of the Wood said to Sancho : ' A hard life we lead and 
live, sir, we squires to errant knights. Verily we eat our bread 
in the sweat of our brow, which is one of the curses God laid 


upon our first parents. ' ' As well might it be said, ' added 
Sancho, ' that we eat it in the chill of our bodies : for who 
endures more heat and cold than the miserable shieldbearers of 
errant chivalry ? Less ill would it be however if we truly did 
eat, since with bread all sorrows are less. As it is, sometimes a 
day or two goes by without our breaking fast save on the blowing 
wind. ' ' All that can be borne or forborne, ' said the other, ' in 
hope of reward, for if the errant be not particularly unlucky, 
'twon't be very long before his squire finds himself favoured 
with a lovely government, of an island at least or with a decent 
countship. ' 

' I've told my master, ' replied Sancho, ' that Fid put up with 
an isle and he is so noble and generous that he has promised it 
many, many times. ' ' I, ' said the other, ' will consider myself 
paid with a canonry, and master has already bespoken one. ' 
' How is that ? your master must be in the church line, if he can 
do such favours for his faithful squires. Mine is merely a layman, 
though I mind me how certain shrewd though methought ill- 
intentioned persons urged him to try for an archbishopric. He, 
however, would be emperor or nothing, though I trembled all 
all the while lest his fancy turn toward the church, since I did 
not consider myself capable of holding benefices therein. Though 
I appear a man, I would have your worship know me for a 
beast when it comes to joining the clergy. ' 

' Your worship is surely mistaken in this matter, ' declared 
the other, ' for insular governments are not all they should be. 
Some are twisted, some poverty-stricken, some melancholy, and 
indeed the proudest and healthiest carry a load of discomforts 
and cares, which the unlucky dog to whose lot it falls must 
shoulder. 'Twould fie far better if we that profess this accursed 
servitude returned home, employing ourselves in occupatious 
more delightful, hunting or fishing let us say, for what squire in 
the world is so poor as not to own a nag, a couple of hounds 
and a fish-pole, wherewith to enjoy himself in the country round 
about ? ' ' I possess all these, ' said Sancho ; ' true I boast no 
nag, but I own an ass worth double my master's Rocinante. 
Your worship will scoff at the value I set on Dapple (dapple 


being the little one's colour), but God send me a bad Easier and 
let it be the first that comes if I swapped him for the other 
though they gave me to boot four bushels of barley. Nor shall I 
want greyhounds, for there are enough and to spare in my town, 
and better sport in hunting lies when someone else the fare 
supplies. ' 

' But to be open with you, ' returned the squire of the "Wood, 
' I plan and purpose to quit the orgies of these knights and take 
me home to raise the little ones, of whom I have three like 
orient pearls. ' ' And I two that could be presented to the pope 
to his face, ' declared Sancho ; ' especially my girl whom, please 
God, I am bringing up, though against her mother's wish, to 
be a countess. ' ' And how old is she ? ' ' Fifteen, a couple 
more or less, ' replied the other, ' but she's tall as a lance and 
fresh as an April morning, and has the strength of a porter 
besides. ' ' These are qualities not only for a countess but for a 
nymph of the greenwood, ' replied the other ; ' ah, the whoreson 
quean, what pith the rogue must have. ' To this outburst Sancho 
somewhat testily replied : ' Neither she nor her mother is a 
quean, nor shall they be such, please God, while 1 live. Speak 
with more respect, sir : such words ill sort methinks with one 
raised among knights-errant, who are courtesy itself. ' ' How 
little you understand the business of compliments, mister squire. 
Can you be unaware that when a horseman in the ring gives the 
bull a good thrust or when anyone does anything well, the 
crowd calls out. Well done, whoreson dog, well done ? So 
though this phrase of mine seemed abusive, 'twas really excep- 
tional praise. Disown the sons and daughters, sir, that don't do 
works bringing their parents into similar recognition. ' 

' I do disown them, ' replied Sancho, • and with this under- 
standing of the phrase you can hurl a whole brothel at me, my 
children and my wife, for all they do and say more than merits 
this attention. And that I may see them again, I pray God to 
deliver me from mortal sin, and 'twill be the same should He 
draw me from this dangerous post of squire, whereinto I've run 
this second time, cozened and enticed by a purse containing a 
hundred crowns, found by me in the heart of the Sierra Morena, 



for the devil is ever putting a bagful of doubloons before mine 
eyes, here, there, and where not but over yonder. At every step 
I seem about to pick it up and taking it home in mine arms, 
invest it and collect the interest and live like a prince. With this 
in mind I am eased and lightened of the toils I suffer w^ith this 
fool of a master, who has more of the idiot than the knight 
out him, I know. ' 

' As to that, ' replied the squire of the Wood, ' covetousness 
bursts the sack they say ; but if it be of madmen you speak, 
there's none greater than my master, for he's the kind of whom 
they say, Others' cares kill the ass. He turns fool that another 
knight may recover his wits and looks about for what, when 
^found, may rise and hit him in the snout. ' ' Is he in love then?' 
' He is and with a certain Gasildea of Vandalia, the rudest and 
best roasted young lady to be met with in the world. But 'tis 
not upon the leg of my lady's rudeness that he limps : other 
greater designs are rumbling in his belly and he'll out with them 
before many hours. ' ' There's no road so level but has its dip or 
rise, ' observed Sancho ; ' in other houses they cook beans to be 
sure, but in mine whole cauldronfuls. Folly will have more 
messmates and hangers-on than wisdom ; but if it be true as is 
commonly said that friends in trouble our welfare double, I can 
get consolation from your worship, that serves a master as foolish 
as mine. ' 

I • Foolish but a fighter, ' replied the squire of the Wood, ' and 
nore roguish than either. ' ' Not so with the one I serve, ' said 
Sancho ; ' there's naught of the rogue about him. He has a soul 
clean as a pitcher : he knows not how to do ill to any, but good to 
ill and bears no malice. A child could make him believe it night 
at noonday, for which simplicity I love him like the skin of my 
eart and cannot think of quittingJiis^ service^, -iitrinatterhow 
any his freaks. ' ' For all that, brother and senor, if the blind 
|ead the blind, both risk falling into the pit. Better for us if we 
eat a quick retreat back to camp, for they that seek adventures 
don't always find good ones. ' 

Sancho was spitting a curious kind of dry sticky saliva and 
when this was observed and considered by the woody and com- 


passionate squire, he said : ' 'Twould appear that from our much 
talking our tongues cleave to the roofs of our mouths ; but I have 
a loosener, and a fairly good one, hanging from my saddlebow ; ' 
and rising he soon returned with a large bottle of wine and a 
meat-pie half a yard long, no exaggeration, for its basis was a 
tame rabbit so large than in lifting it Sancho took it for a goat, 
no little one either, and at the sight thereof he exclaimed : ' And 
do you carry this with you, sir ? ' ' And why not ? am I one of 
your wool-and-water squires ? I carry better store on my horse's 
crupper than a general on the march. ' Sancho fell to without 
waiting to be asked and all in the dark swallowed mouthfuls as 
big as knots in a tether, saying : 

'Your worship is indeed a true and loyal squire, hale and 
sound, grand and lavish, as witness this banquet which, if it 
hasn't come here by enchantment, looks so. You are not as I 
am, mean and miserable, carrying naught in my saddlebags but 
a bit of cheese crusty enough to brain a giant. Four dozen carob- 
beans keep it company, together with as many filberts and other 
nuts, thanks to master's poverty and the opinion he holds and 
the rule he keeps that knights should nourish themselves on 
dried fruits and herbs of the field. ' ' On my faith, brother, 
my stomach wasn't made for choke-pears or thistles or the roots 
of the forest. Let our masters dine on that fare with their opin- 
ions and chivalric rules and eat what these enjoin. For myself I 
carry panniers and this bottle that hangs from my saddlebow 
whether they say yes or no. Such a mistress is she and I love her 
so, that few minutes pass without my giving her a thousand hugs 
and kisses. ' Saying this he handed the bottle to Sancho who, 
raising it to his mouth, a quarter-hour sat gazing at the stars. 
When he had done, he let his head fall to one side and sighing 
deeply said : ' O the whoreson rogue and how catholic she is ! ' 
' There, see how you called the wine whoreson to its praise ? ' 
' I acknowledge that I confess I realise 'tis no dishonour to call 
anyone whoreson with the understanning 'tis by way of compli- 
ment. But tell me, seiior, by the life you love best, is this wine of 
Giudad Real ? ' ' O rare ganger ! ' answered he of the Wood ; ' verily 
'tis none other and has several years to its credit besides. ' 


• Let me alone for that, ' said Panza ; ' don't put it beyond me 
to track its country down. Is it no good gift, sir squire, my 
possessing such a strong and native instinct in the matter of 
wines that have I but one smell of any whatsoever I can tell 
you its country, kind, flavour and age, the changes it has yet to 
pass through and all other circumstances pertaining to it ? But 
that's nothing wonderful seeing I've had in my family on my 
father's side the best two wine-tasters La Mancha has known in 
years. As proof thereof listen to what I shall tell. They gave the 
pair some wine from a cask, asking their opinion as to its quality 
and condition, whether good or bad. One of them tasted it with 
the tip of his tongue, the other merely smelt of it. The first said 
it tasted of iron ; the second that it was even stronger in leather. 
The owner said the cask was clean and no ingredient had been 
added that would make it taste either of leather or of iron. None 
the less the celebrated tasters persisted they were right. Time 
went on, the wine was sold and when they came to clean the 
cask, in it they found a small key fastened to a leathern thong. 
By that your worship may judge if one descended of this breed 
can give opinion in such cases. ' 

' For that very reason, ' said he of the Wood, ' let us quit 
this search for adventures and while we have cakes let us not 
look for cookies, returning to our huts where God can find us 
if He will. ' ' Until my master arrive at Saragossa, ' declared 
Sancho, ' I shall continue in his service. After that he and I can 
come to some understanding. ' In the end the two squires talked 
and drank so much that sleep found it necessary to tie their 
tongues and temper their thirst — for them to moderate of their 
own accord was out of the question. And so, both seated beside 
the nearly empty bottle, with half-eaten cuds in their mouths, 
they fell asleep, where we shall leave them, in order to relate 
what passed 'twixt the Knight of the Wood and him of the Sorry 



A further continuation of the adventure of the Knight 

of the Wood 

AMONG the many declarations that passed between Don Qui- 
Jote and the Knight of the Forest, the history tells us that 
he of the Wood §aid to the other : ' In short, sir knight, I would 
have you know that my destiny, or better say my choice, forced 
me to be enamoured of the peerless Gasildea of Vandalia : I call 
her without peer for none she has in size, rank or beauty. This 
Gasildea rewarded my chaste thoughts and moderate desires by 
compelling me to spend my time, as his step-mother did Hercules, 
in many and all kinds of dangers, promising me at the end of 
each that at the end of the next I should attain my hope. These 
labours have gone on linking themselves to such an extent that 
now they're past count, nor can I tell which will be the last that 
will mark the beginning of the end of my worthy wishes. One 
time she ordered me to challenge that famous Seville giantess, 
the Giralda, who is as mighty as if made of bronze and without 
stirring from one spot is the most changeable and volatile woman 
in the world. I came, I saw, I conquered her, made her quiet 
down and know her place (since only north winds blew for over 
a week). 

' Time was when my love bade me weigh those ancient stones, 
-the valiant bulls of Guisando — a task more fittingly to be 
commended to porters than to knights. On another occasion she 
bade me fling myself into the pit of Gabra, a frightful and 
unheard-of peril, adding that I should bring up a minute descrip- 
tion of all that lies hid in that dark abyss. I checked the 
Giralda's motion, I weighed the bulls of Guisando, I threw 
myself headlong into the cavern and revealed the secret of its 
depths, and my hopes are still as dead as can be, and my love's 
command and disdain are as alive as ever. 



' To conclude, her last bidding was that I scour all the prov- 
inces of Spain and cause all knights -errant wandering therein 
to confess that she alone bears the palm of beauty before all 
living, and that I am the most puissant and enamoured knight 
in the world. In pursuance of her charge I have vanquished 
many knights that made bold to contradict me, but that which 
is most proud and precious to my memory is having defeated 
in single combat that most famous knight Don Quijote de La 
Mancha, bringing him to acknowledge that fairer my Casildea 
than his Dulcinea. I consider that by that victory alone I have 
worsted all knights living, since this Quijote has defeated 
every one, and to me, having worsted him, his glory, fame and 
honour are transferred, and 

The more the vanquished boast of fame, 
So mVich the more the victors claim. 

Already his innumerable achievements have fallen to my account 
and are mine. ' 

Don Quijote was dumfounded by these words. A thousand 
times was he ready to give him the lie, had it on the tip of his 
tongue in fact, but restrained himself as he could that he might 
make the other confess the falsehood with his own mouth. So he 
calmly made reply : ' As regards your having conquered most 
of the errant knights of Spain or even of the whole world I have 
naught to say, but that you overcame Don Quijote de La Mancha 
I very much doubt. Possibly another looked like him, though to 
be sure very few do. ' ' What do you say ? by the sky that 
covers us, I maintain that I fought, overcame and utterly reduced 
that Don Quijote — a man tall of stature, of withered counten- 
ance, lank and tawny limbs, hair 'twixt black and grey, nose 
aquiline and a trifle hooked, and the moustaches heavy, black 
and drooping. He takes the field under the name of the Knight of 
Sorry Aspect and has for squire a peasant named Sancho Panza. 
He presses the flank and curbs the rein of a famous steed Roci- 
nante, and finally the lady of his will is a certain Dulcinea del 
Toboso, once known as Aldonza Lorenzo, even as I call mine 
Casildea of Vandalia from her name Casilda and her being of 


Andalusia. If all these signs suffice not to establish the truth 
of my boast, here is my sword, which will make incredulity 
itself believe. ' 

' Quiet, quiet, sir cavalier, ' said Don Quijote, ' and listen to 
what I am about to tell you. You must know that this Don 
Quijote is the best friend I have in the world — such a friend 
that I may say I hold him in the place of mine own person — 
yet by the very exact and certain signs you give, I cannot doubt 
'twas he you overcame. I could see with mine eyes and touch 
with these very hands that he couldn't have been the same were 
it not for one thing — that he has many enchanter-enemies : one 
in particular persecutes him beyond bearing. Some one of these 
undoubtedly assumed his appearance and let himself be van- 
puished so as to defraud the real Quijote of the renown gained 
for him by his high chivalries through the known quarters of the 
globe. In confirmation thereof you may as well know that not 
two days past these very magicians altered the figure and person 
of the fair Dulcinea del Toboso to those of a vile country- wench. 
Similarly must they have transformed her lover. If this be not 
enough to let you enter into the truth of what I say, here stands 
that very Don Quijote, that will sustain it with arms, on foot, 
horse or any way you please. ' 

So saying, rising to his feet, our champion grasped his sword 
and awaited the choice of the Knight of the Wood, who with a 
voice equally unruffled replied : ' Pledges never worry the good 
paymaster. He that once, Senor Don Quijote, vanquished you 
transformed, may well hope to lay you low in your proper 
person. But inasmuch as it ill fits that knights enact their feats of 
arms in the dark like footpads and ruffians, let us wait till day 
that the sun may shine upon our works. And this be the condition 
of the combat, that the vanquished be at the will of the victor, 
said victor to use him as he pleases, provided that what he 
commands be proper for a knight to obey. ' ' I am more than 
satisfied with these terms and conditions, ' replied Don Qui- 
jote. With this they went in search of their squires, whom they 
found snoring, in the same postures as when sleep overtook 
them. Their masters awakened them, bidding them find their 


Steeds at once, for at sunrise they were to engage against great 
odds in unique and bloody battle. Sancho was troubled and 
frightened, fearful of his master's safety by reason of the prowess 
possessed by the Knight of the Wood as set forth by his squire. 
But without saying a word the two servants went in search of 
their flock, for ere this the three horses and Dapple had smelt 
one another out and stood close together. 

On the way the squire of the Wood said to Sancho : ' You 
must know, brother, that in Andalusia 'tis the custom among 
fighting men, when they're godfathers to a fray, not to stand with 
folded hands while their godsons are engaged. I speak of this as 
notice to us that while our masters fight, we as well may fall to 
and knock each other to splinters. ' ' This custom, mister squire,' 
replied Sancho, ' may run and pass over there with bullies and 
fighters such as you speak of, but with squires of errants, never ! 
At least I've not heard my master speak of such a custom and he 
knows all the knightly rules by heart. Moreover, though I grant- 
ed that such a stipulation was expressed, yet should I refuse to 
comply therewith. Rather am I ready to pay the penalty that 
would be placed on pacific squires like myself, for it wouldn't 
exceed a couple of pounds of wax, I'm certain. That quantity am 
I glad to donate, for 'twill cost me less than the lint necessary 
for restoring my head, which I think of as already split in two. 
What's more, the fact that I have no sword and never in my life 
used one makes fighting impossible. ' 

' I know a good way out of that difficulty. I have here two 
linen bags of the same size : do you take one and I the other and 
we'll have a bag-fight with equal arms.' ' So let it be and welcome,' 
said Sancho, ' for such a combat will serve to dust rather than 
wound us. ' ' Not exactly that, for inside the bags, that the wind 
may not take them, we must put half a dozen nice round pebbles, 
of the same weight, and then we can bag each other without 
harm or hurt. ' ' Body of my father ! ' quoth Sancho ; ' look what 
sable-skins or balls of carded cotton he chooses that we may not 
crack our nuts and pulverise our bones ! But though they were 
filled with silk-cocoons, depend upon it, dear friend, there's no 
fighting for me. Let them fight and have their fill but let us drink 


and live on still, for time will take care to make an end on us 
without our looking for sauces to finish off our lives before their 
appointed day, when they will fall like ripe fruit. ' 

' For all that, fight we must if but half an hour. ' ' Fight we 
will not, ' quoth Sancho ; ' I at least won't be so ungrateful or 
discourteous as to pick a quarrel however small with whom I 
have eaten and drunk ; the more, being without choler or anger, 
how the devil in cold blood can I ? ' ' For that too I have a 
remedy, for ere we begin I'll gently come up to your worship 
with three or four buGTets, sufficient to lay you at my feet. With 
these your wrath will be wakened though it slept sounder than 
a dormouse.' ' Against that short-cut .1 know another quite as 
good. I'll hold a big stick and ere your worship wakens my 
wrath I with cudgellings will put yours so soundly to sleep 
'twon't waken this side the other world, where I am known for 
a man that won't let his face be handled by anyone. Let every 
mau-a mtoh hio oa m shaf t ; thoughjt for us all 'twould be wiser to 
let angers sleep, for none knows the soul of another and he that 
goes for wool comes home shorn and God blessed peace and 
cursed dissension. If a baited cat, run down and hard pressed, 
turns lion, I that am a man, God knows what I'ld turn into. 
And from this time forth, mister squire, I warn you that all the 
hurt and harm resulting from a quarrel I shall charge to your 
account. ' ' Well and good, ' replied he of the Wood ; ' God send 
us daylight and we shall thrive. ' 

Already a thousand varieties of little painted birds had begun 
their chirping in the trees and by their diverse and happy songs 
appeared to greet and welcome the new-born Aurora, that came 
through the doors and balconies of the east, unveiling the beauty 
of her face and shaking from her hair an infinite number of 
liquid pearls. Bathing in this gentle moisture the flowers like her 
seemed to bud and shower these fine white jewels. The willows 
shed sweet manna, the fountains laughed, the water-brooks 
murmured, the woods rejoiced and the meadows gloried in her 
coming. But no sooner did her light make it passible to distin- 
guish objects than the first one that met the eyes of Sancho Panza 
was the nose of the squire of the Wood, so large that its shadow 


well-nigh covered his body. In fact it is said to have been a 
monstrosity, hooked in the middle, rough with warts and corpse- 
hued like an egg-plant. It hung two fingers below his mouth, 
and its size, colour, warts and curvature made his face so hideous 
that Sancho began to quake in all his limbs like a child with 
epilepsy. Then and there he resolved in his heart to take two 
hundred buffets rather than that his wrath should be waked to 
fight with this fiend. 

On his part Don Quijote lookisd at his antagonist and found 
him with helmet on and visor down so that he couldn't see his 
face, but he observed him to be thick-set and not very tall. Over 
his armour he wore a surcoat or cassock that shone like finest 
gold, and sprinkled over were many broken bits of sparkling 
glass that made him sightly and showy to a degree. From his 
helmet-crest nodded a bunch of green, yellow and white plumes. 
His lance, that stood against a tree, was long and thick and 
tipped with an iron over a span long. Each of these details was 
observed and noted of Don Quijote, who made of it all that this 
knight must be one of great prowess. Not for this, however, was 
he afraid like Sancho Panza ; instead with calm courage he thus 
addressed the Knight of the Mirrors : 

' If your great keenness for fighting, sir cavalier, have not 
spent your sense of honour, to it I appeal that you raise your 
visor a little that I may see if the bravery of your face correspond 
with that of your mind. ' ' Whether you come off victor or van- 
quished from this fray, ' replied he of the Mirrors, ' you'll have 
time and opportunity more than enough to see me. If now I do 
not meet your wish, 'tis because I should do the fair Gasildea 
grave wrong, methinks, in wasting the time I delayed to raise 
my visor before I brought you to confess what you know to be 
my claim. ' ' But surely you'll have time while we are mounting 
to tell me if I am that Quijote you said you worsted. ' ' To that 
we make reply that you look as like him as one egg another, but 
if as you say he is the victim of enchanters, I dare not affirm the 
same. ' ' This is enough, ' replied the other, ' to make me sure 
of your mistake, but to deliver you wholly from it, let our steeds 
be brought, for in less time than you would waste in raising your 


visor, if God, my lady and my arm avail, I shall see your face 
and you will see that I am not the vanquished knight you think 
me. ' 

With this they cut short their speeches and mounted. Don 
Quijote turned Rocinante to measure the course before riding to 
meet his adversary, who did the same, but the former hadn't 
gone twenty paces before he heard the latter calling to him, and 
each returning half-way, the Knight of the Mirrors said : ' Re- 
member, sir knight, the condition of this contest in that the van- 
quished is at the disposal of the victor. ' ' Of that I am aware, ' 
replied the other, ' provided that what is asked do not pass the 
bounds of chivalry. ' ' 'Tis so understood. ' At this moment the 
amazing nose of the other's squire was observed of Don Quijote, 
who was no less overcome by the sight than Sancho — in fact, 
he took him for some monster or one of a new breed of men in 
the world. 

Sancho, seeing his master go off to measure the course, didn't 
care to remain behind with nosey, fearing lest with but a single 
passage at arms 'twixt that nose and his own his fighting powers 
fail him and he by force or fright be stretched on the ground. 
So he followed his master, holding one of Rocinante's stirrup- 
leathers. Rut when it came time to turn about, he said : ' Prithee, 
master dear, before you turn to meet your man, help me climb 
this cork-tree, whence better than from the plain I can view this 
gallant combat. ' ' Rather, methinks, you would climb the staging 
that the bulls may be seen in safety. ' ' To tell the truth, ' replied 
Sancho, ' that squire's outrageous nose scares me from abiding 
below. ' ' Indeed it is such an one, ' confessed the knight, ' that 
were I not what I am, I too should be afraid. So come and I'll 
help you climb where you say. ' 

While Don Quijote stayed to boost his squire up the cork-tree, 
the Knight of the Mirrors measured as much of the course as he 
deemed suitable, and thinking his opponent had done the same, 
without waiting for sound of trumpet or other signal he turned 
his steed (which by the bye was no nimbler or handsomer than 
Rocinante), and in full career, amounting to a half-trot, came to 
meet his enemy. Finding, however, that he was engaged with 


Sancho, he drew rein, coming to a halt in mid-course, whereat 
the animal, having reached his limit, was duly grateful. Don 
Quijote, thinking his foe descending, dug deep his spurs into 
Rocinante's lean flanks, so stimulating him that for this once, 
according to the history, he is known to have galloped a bit — 
on all other occasions 'twas pure trotting. With this never-before^ 
seen fury he arrived at the spot where the Knight of the Mirrors 
was digging his horse up to the buttons, though failing to stir 
him a finger from where he stood becalmed. 

At this opportune time and juncture he of the Sorry Aspect 
came down upon his adversary, embarrassed with his steed and 
busy with his lance, which he either could not or had no time 
to place in its rest. Our own knight, overlooking such trifles, 
with free hand and free from danger struck the other with such 
force that he bowled him, much against his will, over his horse's 
crupper, and with such a fall that moving neither hand nor foot 
he seemed dead. The moment Sancho saw him drop he slipped 
from the cork-tree and came at double-quick to his master, who, 
having dismounted, stood over the Knight of the Mirrors, and 
unlacing his helmet to see whether he were really dead and to 
give him air were he alive, he saw — who shall say what he saw 
without striking astonishment and wonder in his hearers ? — he 
saw, says the history, the very face, figure, features, physiog- 
nomy, effigy and visage of the bachelor Samson Carrasco ; and 
seeing it he exclaimed : 

' Hurry, Sancho, and see what you will see and not believe. 
Quick my son, and behold what magic, what wizards and en- 
chanters, can do. ' Sancho drew near and beholding the face of 
Samson Carrasco commenced to cross himself a thousand times 
and bless himself as many more. All this period the unhorsed 
knight gave no sign of life and at length Sancho said : ' Senor, 
I am of the opinion that, be he alive or be he dead, 'twere better 
to point and put your sword down the gullet of this that appears 
the bachelor Carrasco, for thereby you may in him slay one of 
the enchanters your enemies. ' ' No bad advice, ' said his master, 
• for of enemies, the fewer the better. ' Drawing sword he was 
about to carry out Sancho's suggestion when the squire of the 


Mirrors, having removed the nose that made him so unsightly, 
came running and shouting : 

' Mind what you do, Seiior Don Quijote, for he that lies at 
your feet is the bachelor Samson Garrasco your friend and I am 
his squire.' ' And the nose ? ' said Sancho. ' Here in my pocket ; ' 
and putting his hand into his right one the other produced a 
nose made like a mask of cardboard and varnish and of the for- 
mation already described ; and when Sancho came to study the 
man more closely, he cried in loud and amazed voice : ' Holy 
Mary and blessings on me, if this isn't Tome Gecial my neighbour 
and friend ! ' ' And what of it ? ' replied the unnosed squire ; 
' yes, he I am, friend and fellow Sancho Panza, and shortly I'll 
tell you the channels and cheatings whereby I came hither. But 
for the present I pray and beseech your master not to touch, 
harm, wound or slay the Knight of the Mirrors whom he holds at 
his feet, since he is none other than the reckless and ill-advised 
bachelor, Samson Garrasco our fellow-townsman. ' 

At this the knight of the Mirrors came to, whereupon Don 
Quijote pointed his naked sword at his face and commanded : 
'You are a corpse, knight, if you don't confess that the peerless 
Dulcinea del Toboso has the adventage in beauty over Gasildea 
of Vandalia. Moreover you must vow, if from this fray and fall 
you issue with your life, to go to the city of el Toboso and present 
yourself before her presence on my behalf that she may do her 
greasiest pleasure with you. If she leave you to your own, you 
must seek me out again — the trail of my deeds will guide you — 
and relate to me your faring : conditions which, in conformity 
with those we agreed to before our battle, are within the limits 
of knight-errantry.' ' I grant you,' sighed the fallen knight, 
' that the ripped and dirty clog of the lady Dulcinea is better 
than the ill-combed but clean beard of Gasildea, and I promise 
to return from her presence to yours with a complete and de- 
tailed account of all you ask. ' 

' As well must you confess and believe, ' added the other, 
' that the knight whom you vanquished was not and couldn't 
be Don Quijote de La Mancha, but another like him, even as I 
confess and believe that you, though looking like the bachelor 


Samson Carrasco, are not he but another, and that mine enemies 
have given you his features to stay and soften the fury of my 
wrath and that I may make fair use of the glory of this victory. ' 
' I acknow^ledge, agree and think as you think, judge and feel,' 
replied the crippled cavalier ; ' let me rise, I pray, if the shock 
of my fall permit such a thing, for I am badly off. ' 

Our champion helped him rise as did also Tome Gecial his 
squire, from whom Sancho not once took his eyes or ceased to 
ask him things the replies to which gave certain token that he was 
Tome Gecial as he said. But the deep impress his master's words 
hid made on Sancho, that the enchanters had changed the Knight 
cf the Mirrors into Carrasco, would not let him credit the truth 
to which his eyes attested. So master and man abode in the 
deception to the end, when he of the Mirrors and his shield- 
bearer, crossed and cross, took leave, hoping to find some place 
to plaster and bind the former's ribs. Don Quijote and Sancho 
set off on their road to Saragossa, where the history leaves them, 
stopping to inform us concerning the Knight of the Mirrors and 
his overnosed squire. 

The identity of the Knight of the Mirrors and his squire 

EXULTANT beyond measure was Don Quijote, glorying in the 
victory he had wrested from so valorous a knight as he 
deemed him of the Mirrors, from whose chivalrous word he 
expected to hear whether or no the enchantment of his lady fair 
persisted, since such a knight vanquished was bound to return, 
under penalty of not being one, and relate all that had befallen 
at her hands. But our adventurer thought one thing and he of 
the Mirrors another, though just then he had no thought save 
where to get plastered. 

The history informs us that when the bachelor Samson Carrasco 
counselled Don Quijote to return to his broken-off chivalries, he 
did so only after consulting with the priest and barber as to 


what means should be taken to bring the poor gentleman to 
abide quietly at home and not disturb himself in his questionable 
quests. And it was deliberated and resolved upon by the common 
vote of all and the particular persuasion of Carrasco, that they 
let him sally forth, since it appeared impossible to check him, 
but that Samson in knightly accoutrements sally after and 
picking a quarrel with Quijote vanquish him, which would be 
easy enough, and that the terms and agreement of the combat 
be that the vanquished remain at the mercy of the victor. The 
idea was that when the other had been whipped the bachelor 
ha6 only to command him to retire to his village and home and 
not issue forth inside of two years or until ordered. It was cer- 
tain that Don Quijote, once vanquished, would implicitly obey 
under penalty of forfeiting his knighthood. They hoped that in 
this period of enforced rest either his vainer thoughts would be 
set aside or some fitting remedy be found to cure him wholly. 

Carrasco accepted the charge and merry hair-brained Tome 
Gecial offered himself as squire. Samson donned the armour 
already described and Tome fitted to his natural nose the false 
one of cardboard that he might not be recognised. They followed 
in the wake of Don Quijote, almost had a hand in the adventure 
ot the car of Death and finally overtook the pair in the wood 
where befell all that the heedful reader has witnessed. And had 
it not been for his extraordinary aberration, which forced Don 
Quijote to believe the bachelor not the bachelor, the latter would 
have been estopped from graduating as licentiate for ever, not 
finding even nests where he hoped to find birds. 

Tome Gecial, seeing how ill they had compassed their desire 
and what a sorry ending this was to their journey, said to the 
bachelor : ' Surely, Senor Samson Carrasco, we have met with 
our deserts. Easy is it to plan and launch a thing but hard enough 
to see it through. Don Quijote is mad, we sane, yet he goes off 
sound and laughing and your worship remains behind sad and 
broken. Let us consider then, which is the madder, he that is so 
because he cannot help it or he that turns fool of his own free 
will. ' To this Samson replied : ' The difference is that he that is 
mad of necessity must remain so, while he that is fool from 


choice can turn back again when he pleases. ' ' In that case, ' 
said the other, ' I that turned fool from choice when I elected to 
become your squire, now would quit that post and return 
home. ' ' To this I assent, ' replied Samson, ' but to think that I 
shall go to mine before I have pounded that Quijote to bits is to 
think topsy-turyy-r'^d henceforth my motive won't be my wish 
/for his recovery but for my revenge. The great pain in my ribs 
won't admit of deeper charity. ' Thus the pair talked on till they 
came to a village with a bone-setter, by whom the unhappy 
bachelor was attended. Tome Gecial left him brooding on his 
vengence, of which the history will speak in due time ; for the 
present it must make merry with Don Quijote. 

Don Quijote and a discreet gentleman of La Mancha 

WITH all the joy and pride above referred to Don Quijote 
pursued his journey, imagining that by reason of this last 
victory he was now the most valiant errant of his time. He 
considered as happily achieved all the adventures that were to 
befall him in the future, looked down upon enchantments and 
enchanters and quite forgot the countless drubbings experienced 
in the course of his chivalries : to wit, among others, the stoning 
that whisked off half his teeth, the ingratitude of the galley- 
slaves and even the brazen Yanguesans with their shower of 
stakes. In fact if he could find method, manner or means of 
disenchanting Dulcinea, he promised himself not to envy the 
finest fortune actually experienced by or possible to the most 
adventurous errant of old. 

The knight was high in these ecstasies when Sancho said to 
him : ' Isn't it strange, seiior, that I keep before mine eyes that 
immeasurable outlandish nose of my friend Tome Gecial ? ' ' And 
do you think, Sancho, that the Knight of the Mirrors was by any 
chance the bachelor Garrasco and his squire Tome Gecial your 
friend ? ' ' I don't know what to think. I only know that no 


Other than himself could have given the tokens he did of my 
wife and chidren, and that face, when the nose was off, was the 
face of Tome Cecial, as I have seen it in our village many times, 
for there was but a wall 'twixt his house and mine ; the tone of 
the voice too was all one. ' ' Let us reason of this, Sancho : tell 
me now, what consideration would induce the bachelor Samson 
Garrasco to come as knight-errant, armed with arms offensive/ 
and defensive, and fight with me ? Am I his enemy perchance/ 
or have I given him cause for ill-will ? Am I his rival or does We 
adopt the profession of arms out of envy of the glory I gam 
thereby ? ' ' What shall we say then, sir, of the appearauce 
of this knight, whoever he was, tallying so exactly with the 
bachelor Garrasco, and that of his squire with my old friend 
Tome Gecial ? If 'twas enchantment-work, as your worship says, 
weren't there in the world two others they could look like ? ' 

' All is the craft and design of the ill-minded magicians my 
persecutors, ' declared Don Quijote ; ' anticipating I should be 
victor, they took care that the vanquished knight should show 
the face of my friend the bachelor, that the friendship I bear him 
might come 'twixt the edge of my sword and the rigour of mine 
arm, assuaging the righteous anger of my heart, so that he that 
tried through deceit and fraud to quit me of my life should be 
left with his. As proof whereof you know by experience that 
won't deceive you or let you lie, how easy it is for enchanters 
to swap faces, making the ugly fair and the fair ugly. Not two 
days have passed since through your own eyes you saw the 
beauty and fine bearing of the peerless Dulcinea in their entire 
and native likeness, while I beheld them in the plainness and 
vulgarity of a coarse country-wench with cataracts in eyes and 
a strong odour to the breath. When there exists a perverse 
enchanter unfeeling enough to cause so dire a transformation as 
was that, what wonder that he produaed this of Samson Garrasco 
and your friend, that he migh snatch the glory of victory from 
my hands. Yet am I content, for whatever shape mine enemy 
took, his victor am I still. ' ' God knows the truth of all things, ' 
replied Sancho who, knowing that Dulcinea's transformation 
was of his own crafty contrivance, didn't incline to these his 


master's brave theories, yet dared not oppose them lest he out 
with his secret. 

The pair were in the midst of their dilemma when a man 
mounted on a handsome flea-bitlen mare rode up from behind. 
He wore a loose travelling-cloak of fine green cloth slashed with 
tawny velvet with a cap of velvet as well. His mare's trappings, 
also of velvet and green, were for country riding, with high 
pommel and cantle. His buskins were of green and gold and 
from a broad baldrick of the same hung a Moorish scimeter. His 
spurs were not gilt but green-lacquered, so bright and burnished 
that, matching his caparison, they looked more beautiful than if 
of purest gold. Reaching our friends the traveller saluted court- 
eously and spurring his mare was about to pass on, when Don 
Quijote called to him : ' Worthy sir, if so it fall that your 
worship goes our road and is in no hurry, I should esteem it a 
favour did you lend us your company. ' ' Indeed, ' the other 
replied, ' I shouldn't have forged ahead had I not feared your 
horse might be excited by the presence of my mare. ' ' You may 
safely draw rein, ' volunteered Sancho, ' for Rocinante is the 
chastest and best mannered beast in the world. Never on similar 
occasions has he done aught out of the way, and the only time he 
did transgress, my master and I paid sevenfold. So again I say 
your worship may stop if it please you, for though they presented 
your mare 'twixt two plates, I warrant you our steed would look 
the other way. ' 

The traveller drew rein, gazing with astonishment at the 
features and fashionings of our knight, who was riding without 
his helmet, which Sancho carried on the pommel of Dapple's 
saddle like a valise. But if he in green studied Don Quijote, 
much more did Don Quijote study him, taking him for a man 
of parts. One would have set his age at fifty or thereabouts ; his 
grey hairs were few ; his features aquiline ; his expression 'twixt 
cheerful and grave ; in a word his dress and bearing showed 
him a man of real substance. What the Green Knight thought 
of ours was that he'd ne'er beheld his like before. He marvelled 
at the steed's tenuity, the rider's tallness, his lean sallow face, 
his arms, bearing and composure — a spectacle unseen in that 


land for long ages. Don Quijote promptly noticed the attention 
wherewith the traveller eyed him and reading his wish in his 
wonder and being most courteous and thoughtful towand all, 
before he could be asked the question, he met it halftway, 
saying : / 

' This my figure beheld of your worship, being as it k most 
original and out of the running, 'twouldn't amaze ma did it 
amaze you. But it will no longer, when I say I am one )f those 
knights that folk say go aventuring. I pledged my estate and left 
my peace and native land, throwing myself into the arm i of for- 
tune to take me where most she might be served. My hope was 
to revive the already dead knight-errantry, and at last after many 
days, tripping here, stumbling there, falling headlong yonder 
and picking me up again in still another place, I have a ;hieved 
a great portion of my desire, succouring widows, pre tecting 
virgins, favouring wives, orphans and minors : the pecul ar and 
natural office of knights-errant. Thus by reason of my mi ny and 
courageous and Christian deeds it has been my deseit to be 
published abroad in all or most of the nations of the earth. ' 
Thirty, tousand copies of my history have been issued and 'tis in 
the way of being printed thirty thousand thousand times if 
Heaven prevent not. To sum up in few words or even in one, 
I am Don Quijote de La Mancha, known also as the Knight 
of Sorry Aspect. Though self-praise doth make vile, I am 
forced to indulge therein at times, namely when no otier is 
around to take my place. And so, gentle sir, neither horae nor 
rider nor shield nor squire nor job-lot of arms nor sallow face 
nor slender figure henceforth need surprise you, now tharyou 
know who I am and the profession I follow. ' 

Our knight on saying this fell to silence and the one in green 
was so slow as to seem unable to reply. But at length and at last 
he said : ' You suceeded in reading my wish in my wonder, sir 
knight, but you failed to rid me of surprise at your appearance. 
Though you said the knowledge of your identity would produce 
that result, such is not the case : rather I marvel the more. 
What ! can errant knights be abroad in the world to-day and 
can there be histories of veritable chivalries in print ? I cannot 


persuade myself that the man lives that favours widows, cham>- 
pions virgins, befriends wives and succours orphans, nor would 
I dream of it had I not with mine own eyes seen your worship. 
Thank Heaven, by means of this history of your true and noble 
chivalries, will be cast into oblivion the counties ones of feigned 
adventurers, wherein the world abounded, though they corrupted 
good manners and were greatly to the prejudice and disparage- 
ment of legitimate historical narrative. ' 

' Much might be said,' replied Don Quijote, ' as to whether the 
histories of knights -errant were feigned or no.' 'Why, who 
doubts it?' ' I do, ' returned the other; ' but let it rest for the 
present ; if our journey hold, I hope by God's grace to convince 
you of your mistake in going with the stream of those cock-sure 
these stories are false. ' From this last remark the traveller sus- 
pected our knight to be some crazy fellow and waited for more 
words from him to confirm this idea. But Don Quijote prayed 
him to tell his story, now that his own condition and manner of 
life had ben revealed ; whereupon he of the green cloak began ; 

' I, Sir Knight of Sorry Aspect, am a gentleman, native of a 
certain village where, God willing, we shall dine to-day. I am 
more than moderately well off and my name is Don Diego de 
Miranda. I live my life with my wife, my children and my friends. 
My pastimes are hunting and fishing, but I keep neither hawk 
nor hound, merely tame partiges for decoy and a saucy ferret or 
two. In my library I have about six dozen books, some in our 
mother-tongue, others in Latin and a few historical works and 
books of devotion. Those dealing with chivalries have never 
crossed my threshold. I read the profane books, provided they 
be decent, more than the religious, for their style pleases and 
their invention holds the interest, though in Spain there are few 
enough. I dine frequently with my neighbours but more often 
they are my guests. My table is neat and well provided. I take 
no pleasure in scandal and allow none in my presence. Neither 
peer I into others' lives nor meddle with their affairs. I hear 
mass once a day, share my goods with the poor, but make no 
display of good works, hoping to shut my heart against hypocrisy 
and pride : foes that artfully insinuate themselves into the most 


watchful understanding. I try to conciliate those whom I know 
at variance, am devoted to Our Lady and trust always in the 
infinite mercy of the Lord our God. ' 

Sancho listened attentively to this recital of the man's mode 
of living, and since it seemed to him a good and holy one and 
that he that led it must be able to work miracles, he threw him- 
self off Dapple and quickly seizing the traveller's right stirrup, 
devoutly and almost with tears kissed his feet again and ag&in. 
When the gentleman observed this action, he said: ' What We 
you doing, brother ? what kisses are these.' • Let me kiss, I pra 
for your worship is the first saint on a side-saddle I have se^ 
in all the days of my life. ' ' I am no saint — a great sinne 
indeed ; your simple-heartedness shows 'tis you that must h\ 
good. ' Sancho returned to his mount, having drawn a smil^ 
from his master's deep melancholy and struck new wondement 
in Don Diego. Don Quijote asked the gentleman how many 
children he had, adding that the ancient philosophers, though 
deprived of the true knowledge of the deity, were right in fixing 
the summum bonum in the gifts of nature for one thing, in those 
of fortune for another, in possessing many friends and in being 
the father of many and good children. ' 

' I, Senor Don Quijote,' was the reply, ' have but one son, and 
if I had him not, perhaps should consider myself the happier : 
not that he's a bad boy but because he's not so good as I could 
wish. He is eighteen now and for six years has been at Salaman- 
ca, learning Greek and Latin, and when I thought it time, for 
him to turn to other sciences, I found him so drunk with that of 
poetry (if that may be termed a science) that it was impossible 
to get him to take up the law, which was my preference, or the- 
ology, the queen of all sciences. I should like him to ne an 
ornament to his line, for we live in an age when our kings richly 
reward letters, provided they be virtuous and worthy — leiters 
without virtue are pearls on a dunghill. He spends his whole 
time in satisfying himself whether Homer in such a verse of the 
Iliad wrote well or ill, if Martial was indecent or not in an epi- 
gram or just how certain lines of Virgil are to be construed. In 
brief his whole life is given either to these poets or to Horace, 


Persius, Juvenal and Tibulus. Of the modern Spanish writers 
lie makes little account, yet for all this apparent coldness his 
thoughts just now are occupied in making a gloss upon four 
lines sent him from Salamanca, relating, I believe, to some 
literary joust. ' 

And Don Quijote replied : ' Children are part and parcel of 
their parents' bowels, and hence, good or bad, we must love 
them as we love our own life-giving souls. 'Tis our duty to lead 
them from infancy along the paths of virtue, good-breeding and 
gooA and Christian manners, that when they become older they 
may be a comfort to our declining years and a glory to their 
descendants. As to forcing them to study this or that science, 
I hold it unwise, though there's no harm in trying to direct 
th|em. Especially when the student doesn't have to study to earn 
his bread, being fortunate enough to have parents given him by 
E eaven that make provision therefor, I feel that they should let 
him pursue the science that he most affects. Even poetry, though 
less useful than pleasure-giving, does not, like certain other inter- 
r;sts, harm its devotee. 

' Poetry, gentle sir, may be likened to a young and tender 
n laiden, one beyond all measure fair, whom many other maidens 
h Eive it as their charge to enrich and beautify. These are the other 
S( iences and she is served of them and all draw light from her. 
But this beautiful mistress doesn't care to be handled or dragged 
through the streets or be published abroad at corners of squares 
orlin the purlieus of palaces. She is formed of an alchemy of such 
vintue that he that knows how to touch her will turn her to 
purest gold of inestimable price. But he that possesses her must 
keep her within bounds, not letting her run into lampoons and 
disgraceful sonnets. Nor is she to be vended about, save in the 
garb of heroic poems, mournful tragedies and light artificial 
comedies. She mustn't let herself fall into the hands of charlatans 
andlthe ignorant vulgar, incapable of knowing or appreciating 
the ireasures which in her are enshrined. But don't think, sir, 
that by vulgar I mean simply lowly plebeians, for every ignorant 
perso^n, even a lord or prince, can and should be so styled. The 
poet that with the qualities I have oulined holds fast to his art, 


shall be famous and his name honoured by the civilised nations 
of the world. 

' With regard to that other remark of yours, that your son sets 
little store by the poetry of his mother tongue, I am inclined to 
think him at fault, and for this reason : the great Homer wrote 
not in Latin but in Greek because he was a Greek, nor did Virgil 
write in other than his native tongue. In fine all the cfncient 
poets wrote the language they sucked in with their mbther's 
milk and didn't seek out foreign ones to express the worth of 
their conceits. This custom, therefore, should rightly be fcilowed 
by all nations, and the German poet shouldn't be thought less 
of for using his own medium, nor the Castilian nor the Bilcayan. 
I imagine that your son is put out not so much with the poetry 
of the vulgar tongue as with the poets that are Spanish and 
nothing else, many of whom are ignorant of other literatures and 
sciences wherewith to embellish, quicken and fortffy their 
original inspiration. Even in this he may be wrong, far true it 
is as they say, that the poet is born : in other words he comes 
forth a poet from his mother's womb and with this hearen-given 
faculty without further study or discipline composes things that 
justify him that said, God is in us. I maintain moreovep that the 
poet by nature that avails himself of art will be a bfctter poet 
than he that strives to be one through art alone. The 'reason is 
clear, for art doesn't better but perfects nature, and when the 
two wed, a poet of poets is born. 

' Let this then be the conclusion of my discourse, that you 
allow your son to go whither his star leads him, for being the 
good student he must be and having happily already mounted the 
first rung in the ladder of the sciences, that of the languages, by 
them of himself shall he reach the top of humane letters, which 
greatly become a gentleman of leisure and are as much an orna- 
ment and honour as are mitres to bishops or robes to learned 
jurists. Chide your son should he write lampoons on the charac- 
ters of others : punish him and destroy them. But if he write 
satires after the manner of Horace, satirising vices in general 
and with all the Horatian refinement, lend him your praise, for 
the poet is permitted to write against envy and to speak ill of the 


envious in his verses (likewise with the other sins of men) so 
long as he remain impersonal. There are poets that for the sake 
of uttering one spiteful saying would risk being banished to the 
isles of Pontus. 

' Finally, if the poet be chaste in his living, no less will he be 
in his lines : the pen is the tongue of the soul : as are the thoughts 
engendered there, so will the writer's poems appear. And when 
kings and princes find this miraculous faculty in the minds of 
wise, earnest and good men their subjects, they esteem, honour 
and enrich them, and even crown them with the leaves of the 
i tree lightning strikes not, in token that they so honoured and 
\cr owned are to be held inviolable. ' 

The gentleman of the green cloak was deeply moved by this 
iscourse, so deeply that he soon had lost conciousness of the 
omer's dementia. In the midst of the conservation, finding it little 
to ais liking, Sancho left them to get a drop of milk from some 
shepherds that, not far away, were milking their ewes. But Just 
as the traveller, delighted with Don Quijote's perception and 
sound sense, was about to resume the argument, the latter, 
raising his head, saw a wagon flying the king's colours approach- 
ing, and believing it some new adventure, shouted to his squire 
to fetch the helmet. Sancho, heeding the call, left the shepherds 
and spurring Dapple hurried to his lord, whom a crackbrained 
and frightful incident now befell. 


The extreme limit reached by or possible to the unparalleled 

valour of Don Quijote, together with the happily achieved 

adventure of the lions 

THE history relates that when Don Quijote shouted to Sancho 
to fetch his helmet, the latter was in the act of buying curds 
and being a little excited by his master's hurried call, not know- 
ing what to do or wherein to carry them, not to lose what was 
paid for, he poured them into the knight's headpiece, returning 


with his welcome present. As he drew near, his master called : 
' Gome, friend, hand over the helmet, for either I know little 
of adventures or the one I see ahead should and does demand 
that I take arms. ' He of the green cloak turned his eyes every 
way but saw naught save a wagon with two or three small flags, 
indicating that it carried royal treasure, and this he suggested to 
Don Quijote. But the latter wouldn't hear of it, thinking and 
believing as he did that all that befell him must be more adven- 
tures and still more, So in reply he said : ' Forewarned, fore- 
armed : naught is lost by being on guard. Experience has taught 
me I have enemies seen and unseen and I know not when, 
where, at what moment or in what shape they'll attack me. ' 

Turning now to Sancho he asked him to hand up the head- 
piece, and the servant, failing a chance to pour out the curds, 
was forced to deliver the helmet as it was. The knight received 
the same and oblivious of contents hastily clapped it on his 
head. As the curds were pressed and squeezed, the whey trickled 
down his face and beard, whereat in panic he cried : ' What is 
this, squire ? one would think my brain was softening, my wits 
melting, indeed that my whole body was in a great sweat. If this 
last be the case, I swear 'tis not from fear, though certain that 
the pending adventure will prove terrifying. Quick with some- 
thing wherewith to wipe me, for this copious ooze blinds mine 
eyes. ' Sancho not speaking gave a cloth and with it thanks to 
God that his master hadn't discovered the truth. 

The errant wiped his face and removing the helmet to see what 
kept his head so cool, discovered those little white balls, and 
lifting them to his nose exclaimed : * By the life of my Dulcinea 
del Toboso, these are curds, placed here by you, traitor, ras- 
cal, ill-bred squire. ' But with great calmness and dissimulation 
Sancho replied : ' If curds they be, hand them over and I'll eat 
them. Nay, let the devil eat them, since he must have put them 
there. Am I so bold as to soil you worship's headpiece ? a fine 
guess, indeed. In faith, sire, by the light God gives me, methinks 
I too have enchanters that persecute me as your worship's limb 
and creature. They must have put that filth there in order to turn 
your patience to wrath and make you pound my ribs once again. 


But ah ! those fellows jumped for nothing this trip, since I trust 
my master's good sense : he will reflect that I have neither 
cheese nor milk nor aught like them about me, and that had I, 
'tis mine own stomach and not his helmet I should place it in. ' 
' All may be as you say, ' acquiesced the other. 

The gentleman saw and wondered, the more when Don Qui- 
jote, having wiped his head, face, beard and last of all the helmet, 
donned it again, and bracing himself in stirrup, reaching for his 
sword and grasping his lance, said : ' Let come what come may, 
for here am I with heart enough to close with Satan ! ' The 
wagon of the colours was now at close range, without escort 
save the carter on one of the mules and a man seated behind. 
Our knight stationed himself in front saying : ' Whither go ye, 
brothers ? what wagon is this ? what carry ye and why these 
flags ? ' To which the carter replied : ' The wagon is mine, it 
carries two high-mettled lions in a cage, sent by the governor of 
Oran as a present to His Majesty, in token whereof these royal 
flags are flying. ' ' And are the lions large ! ' ' So large,' returned 
the guard at the cage-door, ' that their ecjual have never before 
passed over from Africa to Spain. I am a lion-tamer and in my 
time have brought over many of the savages but ne'er one like 
these. They are male and female : the male's in the front division 
of the cage and the female here behind. Not having eaten to-day 
they're hungry, so please your worship get out of the way. 'Tis 
necessary quickly to reach the place where we shall give them 
dinner. ' 

Don Quijote smiled a little at this and said : ' Lion- whelps to 
me ? to me lion-whelps and at this hour of the day ? then by God 
the gentlemen that send them shall see whether I am one to be 
scared by lions. Gome down, good fellow ; open me the cage, 
since you're the keeper, and set free these beasts, for in the 
middle of the plain I'll let them know who Don Quijote de La 
Mancha is, despite and in defiance of the enchanters that send 
them against me. ' ' Ah, ha ! ' murmured the traveller ; ' at last 
our good knight has discovered himself : the curds methinks 
have mellowed his skull and ripened his wits. ' Sancho now 
came up saying : ' For God's sake, sir, see that my master doesn't 


close with these beasts or the rest of us will be torn to patches. ' 
' Is your master that crazy ? ' ' Not crazy but headstrong. ' ' I'll 
turn him, ' the traveller replied ; and approaching Don Quijote, 
who was pressing the keeper to open llie cage, he said : ' Sir 
knight, errants should deal in adventures promising a favourable 
outcome, not in those that flatly deny it, since valour that tres- 
passes on the region of temerity is foolhardy rather than brave. 
More by token these lions are not attacking you nor dreaming of 
it, but are merely going as a present to His Majesty and 'twill not 
be well to let or hinder their journey. ' ' Begone, sir, ' exclaimed 
our Don Quijote, ' and amuse yourself with your tame partridge 
and saucy ferret, and leave each to his own affairs. This is mine ; 
I know whether they come against me, the goodmen lions ; ' and 
turning again to the keeper he called : ' I swear, don rascal, if 
this very instant you open not that cage, this lance will pin you 
to your wagon. ' 

The carter, seeing the resolve of that armed phantom, said to 
him : ' Good sir, be pleased for charity to let me unyoke the 
mules and place myself and them in safety, before the lions are 
loosed, for were they to kill them I should be bankrupt the rest 
of my life : they and this wagon comprise my estate. ' ' O man 

of l ijtle faith ! descend and unyoke or what you will, for soon 
shall you see your labour vain — that you could have dispensed 
with all your care. ' The carter alighted and quickly unyoked, 
and now the keeper cried out : ' Be ye my witnesses, as many as 
are here, that against my will and under compulsion do I open 
the cage and set free the lions, and that I protest to this gen- 
tleman that all the harm and hurt done by these beasts shall be 
set down against him, with my wages and dues besides. Your 
worships, sirs, had best take to cover before I open ; I know 
I am myself secure. ' 

Again Don Diego urged our knight not to think of this mad act, 
nothing more nor less than tempting Providence, but again Don 
Quijote made answer that he knew what he did. The gentleman 
still prayed him to look well, since he was surely misled. ' If 
then, ' said our knight, ' your worship cares not to witness this 
tragedy, at it seems to you, spur your grey mare and get out 


of harm's way. ' On hearing this Sancho in tears begged him to 
quit this exploit, in comparison wherewith the windmills and the 
terrific one of the fulling-mills, in short all his other attempted 
deeds, were but cakes and cookies. ' Consider, sire, that here's 
no enchantment business nor aught like it for, looking through 
the cracks of the cage, I saw the paw of a real lion and should 
say that such a lion to have such a paw must be bigger than a 
mountain. '' Your fear would make it seem bigger than half the 
earth. Retire, Sancho, leave me, and if I die, you know our 
ancient compact : hasten to Dulcinea ; I say no more. ' 

To these the knight added other things, killing all hopes of his 
forsaking this imbecile intent. He of the green cloak would have 
opposed him, but, seeing how unequal his arms, he deemed it 
poor judgment to tackle a crazy man, no less than which Don 
Quijote now appeared. The latter again urged the keeper to 
make haste, and renewing his threats forced the traveller to spur 
his mare, Sancho his Dapple and the carter his mules, all endeav- 
ouring to get as far away as possible ere the lions broke loose. 
Sancho wept his master's end, which he deemed now at hand in 
the lions' claws. He cursed his luck and called the hour names 
wherein the thought of returning to his service first occured to 
to him, but neither for weeping nor lamenting did he cease to 
whip Dapple, putting more and more space 'twixt the wagon 
and himself. 

Now that the others were out of the way, the keeper for the 
last time suggested and requested what he had previously urged 
and asked of Don Quijote, who replied that he heard him and 
that that he needn't trouble with further suggestions and requests 
for all would bear little fruit, and suggested in turn that he make 
haste. The minutes spent by the keeper in opening the first cage 
were spent by the knight in considering whether 'twere better to 
enter the fray afoot or mounted, deciding in the end on the 
former lest Rocinante take fright. Dismounting he threw away 
his lance and having embraced his shield and bared his sword, 
with measured step and marvellous heroism moved to his post 
at the fore, commending himself in the meantime first with his 
whole heart to God and then to his lady Dulcinea. 


It should be said that cgmiBg-te this-passage in hjs true history 
the authoFlets^TiiiSelf- go, saying : ' O strong and courageous 
beyond all exaggeration Don Quijote de La Mancha ! O mirror 
wherein may be seen all the heroes of the world ! O second and 
new-born Don Manuel de Leon, glory and honour of all Spanish 
knights ! With what words shall I describe this most breathless 
achievement or by what art shall I make it credible to future 
generations ? What praises will not sort and square with thee, 
hyperbole though they be beyond all hyperbole? Afoot, alone, 
fearless, heroic, with single sword and that none of your cutting 
dog-blades, with buckler of no very clean and shining steel, thou 
art watching and lying in wait for the two most savage lions 
e'er born in Afric jungle ! Let thy deeds speak thy praise, doughty 
Manchegan, for here I leave them at their height,; lacking words 
to glorify them. ' 

Here the outburst ends and the author, resuming the thread 
of his narrative passes on, saying that the keeper, observing our 
knight in position and that there was no escape from freeing the 
male lion, opened wide the door of the first cage, where the 
beast now appeared of amazing size and hideous terrific aspect. 
His first move was to rise and turn round, extend his paws and 
give himself a good stretch. Next he opened his mouth for a 
leisurely yawn and with two hands'-breadth of tongue licked the 
dust from his eyes, laving his whole face. This done he poked 
out his head, looking all about with blazing eyes : an act and 
attitude sufficient to frighten temerity itself. But Don Quijote 
gazed at him fixedly, desiring that he leap from the wagon and 
attack, in which scrimmage the knight expected to crumble him 
to bits : to such a height did his new-under-the-sun idiocy carry 
him. But the generous lion, more courteous than proud, indif- 
ferent to all this blustering and nonsense, having looked first one 
way then another as has been said, turning his hind-quarters to 
his foe, with great phlegm and sluggishness again lay down in 
the cage. 

Upon this our hero bade the keeper pester and drive him Out. 
' That I absolutely refuse to do, ' replied the keeper, ' for if I 
provoke him, the first he'll claw to pieces will be myself. Let 


your worship be content with the achievement as it stands, 
since it wants nothing in point of valour : don't tempt fortune a 
second time. The lion's door is open : 'tis in his power to issue 
forth, but since so far he hasn't availed himself of this freedom, 
he won't all day. There can be no further question as to your 
worship's stout-heartedness, and according to my way of think- 
ing no brave champion is bound to do more than challange his 
foe and await him in the open field. If his opponent delay, on 
him the stigma rests, and he that held himself in readiness 
attains the wreath of victory. ' ' True, friend ; close the door, 
and be my witness in the best manner known to you of what 
you have seen me perform here. 'Twere well to make clear how 
you set the lion free, that I was ready for him, that he didn't 
come forth, that I kept my stand, that he still delayed within 
and at length lay down ; 1 owe no more. Enchantments avaunt ! 
and God prosper j ustice, truth and true chivalry. Lock him up as 
I said, while I signal to the fugitives to return and hear from 
your lips of this achievement. ' 

The keeper did as bidden and the knight, placing on his lance- 
point the cloth wherewith he had wiped the curd-drippings, 
shouted to the others who, looking back at every step, kept up 
their flight, all in a body with the traveller bringing up the rear. 
Sancho was the first to notice the signal and exclaimed : ' May 
I die if my master hasn't vanquished the savage roarers ; look 
how he signals. ' They stopped, and assuring themselves that 
'twas no other than the knight, little by little, as they grew less 
fearful, came to where they could distinctly hear his voice 
calling. In the end they arrived at the wagon, and as they came 
up the champion said to the carter : ' Brother, you may yoke your 
mules and continue your journey, and do you, Sancho, give him 
two gold crowns for the keeper and himself as recompense for 
their delay. ' ' Cheerfully, ' replied Sancho ; ' but what of the 
lions ? are they dead or alive ? ' 

The keeper thereupon reviewed in detail the progress of the 
combat, exaggerating to the best of his ability the puissance of 
Don Quijote, at sight of whom he said the cowed lion neither 
cared to nor dared leave the cage, though the door was open 


some time, and that by reason of his telling the knight 'twould 
be tempting Providence to provoke the beast to come out, which 
was what he wished, very reluctantly and in the face of his real 
desire he consented that the door be closed. ' What think you of 
this, Sancho ? can enchantments avail against true valour ? 
Wizards may rob me of fortune but of resolve and courage — 
never. ' Sancho counted out the crowns, the carter yoked his 
mules, and the keeper, kissing Quijote's hands, promised lo tell 
of that brave deed to the king in person. ' And in case His 
Majesty enquired who achieved it, ' suggested our adventurer, 
' you shall say the Knight oftheLjflasr-simye henceforth I desire 
that the title I have borne until now, namely he of the Sorry 
Aspect, be changed, altered, transformed and made over into 
this other, following in this the ancient custom of errant knights, 
who renewed their names as often as they wished or occasion 
suggested. ' 

The wagon went its way and Don Quijote, Sancho and the 
traveller of the green cloak followed theirs. All this time the 
latter had not spoken, so absorbed was he in marking and noting 
the deeds and words of this gentleman, whom he took for either 
a sane man gone mad or a madman turned sane. The first part 
of this history had not come to his notice — otherwise his aston- 
ishment had vanished, since he'ld have known his particular 
species of aberration. As it was, at times he believed him sane 
and again thought him mad, for what the man said was rational, 
dignified and well-spoken, but what he did was reckless, fatuous 
and wild. What could be madder than to put a helmet full of 
cheese-curds on one's head and then make one's self think that , 
enchanters were softening the skull ? or what more reckless than/ 
to invite a hand-to-hand combat with live lions ? 

From these reflections and this soliloquy the subject of tl em 
roused him by saying : ' Who doubts, Senor Don Diego de 
Miranda, that you set me down for fool and lunatic ? Nor : s it 
strange, since my labours point to naught else. At the same t me 
I would that your worship understood that I am not so Ic ose 
and lacking as I must appear. A gallant knight that in the mid die 
of a great square gives a lucky lance-stroke to a brave bull, looks 




well in the eyes of his king. He, also, appears to advantage that, 
resplendently caparisoned, in merry tourney paces the lists in 
view of tjhe ladies. And well seem all those knights that in 
military maneuvres or the like entertain, cheer and if one may so 
say honoiir their princes' courts. But better than all appears the 
errant, tltat over wastes and solitudes, at cross-roads, through 
woods through mountains, goes looking for perilous adventures 
in the hope of leading them to successful and happy issue, merely 
for the sake of glorious and lasting fame. A fairer sight, I main- 
tain, is in errant knight succouring a widow in some God- 
forsaken waste than a court-cavalier making love to some damsel 
of the ci y. 

' All ( f us have peculiar offices. Let the courtier serve the 
ladies, add lustre to the palace with his liveries, support poor 

take par 

at the splendid plate of his table, arrange for jousts, 
in tourneys : in a word show himself noble, generous. 

magnificent and above all a good Christian. He will thus fulfil 
his very definite obligation. But let the errant on the other hand 
scour th ! corners of the world, penetrate the most intricate laby- 
rinths, at every step attempt the impossible. In midsummer out 
on the b irren desert let him resist the scorching rays of the sun 
and in winter the cruel bitterness of winds and snows. Let lions 
daunt him not, nor beast nor dragons make afraid, for to track 
these dov«n, to close with and utterly vanquish them, is his chief 
and proper exercise. 

' L therefore, since I have fortuned to be numbered with the 
latter, may not cease to array myself against all that appears to 
come within the province of my duties. For example, the encoun- 
ter with these lions directly touched me, though I knew it kn 
act of the wildest folly. I am well aware wherein valour con- 
sisteth : 'tis a virtue midway between the two vices of cowardice 
and temerity. But 'tis less sinful for the brave man to mount and 
touch the heights of recklessness than to sink to and sound the 
depths of abject fear. As 'tis easier for the prodigal than the 
miser to be wisely liberal, so is it easier for the reckless than the 
cowardly to be truly brave. In the matter of meeting adventures 
believe me 'tis better to lose the game by a card too many than 


by one too few, and better it sounds to hear that such a knight 
is rash and overbold than that he's craven and a coward. ' 

' Allow me to state my opinion, Seiior Don Quijote,\ answered 
the other, ' that everything your worship has said vtnd done 
balances in the scale with reason itself, and I dare assert that 
should the laws and ordinances of errant -arms be last, they 
could be found in your worship's breast as in their veny coffer 
and archives. But since it is getting late, lend us mend our pace 
a bit, that we may reach my village and home, where you may 
rest from your past labours which, though perhaps noH of the 
body, certainly were of the spirit, which now and again are wont 
to redound to the weariness of the flesh. ' ' I accept this great 
favour and kindness, Senor Don Diego, ' said he of the Eions, 
and spurring a little faster about two that afternoon they arrived 
at the village and home of Don Diego, to whom our advenjturer 
gave the name of the Knight of the Green Cloak. 


Don Quijote in the castle or house of the Knight of the 
Green Cloak, together with other things out of the common 

OUR knight found the abode of Don Diego spacious, in this 
resembling the usual country-house. The family -arms in 
rough stone were over the street-door, the store-room was in the 
patio and in the rear porch was the entrance to the wine-cellar 
with many jars standing about which, being of el Toboso, re- 
newed in our knight memories of his enchanted and transformed 
Dulcinea. Heaving a deep sigh, not thinking of what he said or 
in whose presence he was, he murmured : 

' O pledges sweet, discovered to mine ill, 
Sweet and delightful, when 'twas Heaven will. 

O ye Tobosan wine-jars, that have brought to mind the sweet- 
pledge of my most bitter sorrow ! ' This soliloquy was over- 
heard by the student-poet, who with his mother had come out 


to welcome Don Diego. Both stood spell-bound on seeing the 
extraordinary figure of Don Quijote but he, dismounting from 
Rocinante, with great courtesy approached to take and kiss the 
lady's hands, and Don Diego said : 

' With your accustomed grace, senora, receive Don Quijote 
de La Mancha, a knight-errant, the most daring and discreet the 
world contains. ' Dona Christina thereupon welcomed him with 
marked good-will and attention and our knight offered his ser- 

vi^es with abundance of polite and appropriate phrases. At this 
pi lint the author describes the house in detail, enumerating all 
tl at pertains to the typical mansion of a rich country-gentleman, 
b it the translator thought best to pass these and similar details, 
ft iling they had naught to do with the main drift of the story, 
wnich concerns itself more with truth than with dull digressions. 

They ushered their guest into a chamber and there his squire 
disarmed him, leaving him in his loose Walloon breeches and 
chamois-leather doublet, which was badly stained with the grime 
of his coat-of-mail. His Flemish collar was of the student cut 
without starch or lace ; his buskins were date-colour, his shoes 
tallowed. His trusty sword hung from a bauldrick made of sea- 
wolf skin down from his shoulder, not at his waist, for 'tis report- 
ed that for many years he had had a disease of the kidneys. A 
cloak of good grey cloth he wore over all. First, with five or six 
buckets of water (the number is disputed) he washed head and 
face, and even the last bucketful turned the colour of whey, 
thanks to Sancho's gluttony and the purchase of the benighted 
curds that left his master so fair. In his present finery and with 
gentle gallant carriage he sailed forth into a hall, where the son 
awaited to engage him while the table was prepared, for Dona 
Christina wished to show herself apt and able in regaling a guest. 

While Don Quijote was being disarmed, Don Lorenzo, the son, 
found time to enquire of his father : ' What shall we say of the 
knight you have brought home, sire ? His name, appearance and 
your saying he's a knight-errant, have puzzled my mother and 
me ? ' 'I don't know what to say, son. I only know that I have 
seen him act like the worst madman in the world, yet speak 
, wisely enough to overshadow and efface his deeds. Do you have 


a talk with him and take the pulse of his understanding ; yoVi 
are sufficiently observing, judge for yourself of his discretion or 
folly, which seems the more reasonable. For myself I judge him ' 
more mad than sane. ' 

So Don Lorenzo now undertook the entertainment of th^r 
guest and among other matters exchanged by the two, Dchi 
Quijote said to him : ' Don Diego de Miranda, your father, hds 
informed me of the rare gifts and subtle genius possessed by yoiA- 
worship, stating in particular that you're a great poet. ' ' A poet 
possibly, but great, not for a moment. 'Tis true I am fond ojf 
poetry and of reading the belter poets but in no way do I deserve 
the epithet my father attached to me. ' ' This humility mislikefe 
me not, for there's no versifier that isn't proud and doesn't thinlf 
himself the finest. ' ' There's no rule without its exception, * 
suggested the other, ' and some may be the finest land yet not 
think so. ' ' Few, ' declared Don Quijote ; ' but tell me, friend, 
what verses have you there ? your father was saying they make 
you rather restless and dispirited. If it be some gloss, I under- 
stand a little of the art myself and should like to hear it. If it be 
for a literary joust, try to win the second prize, for the first goes 
by favour or to a person of rank, the second by merit. The third 
is really second therefore and the first third, like degrees at a 
university ; though of course to be first means a great deal. ' ' So 
far, ' said Don Lorenzo to himself, ' I shouldn't set you down 
for a fool ; but let us see further. ' So be said aloud : ' Your 
worship has frequented the schools apparently ; what science did 
you pursue ? ' ' Knight-errantry, which is as good as 1,hat of 
poetry, nay, two finger s'-breadlh beyond. ' ' As yet I've not 
heard of this science. ' 

' Knight-errantry, ' explained Don Quijote, ' is a science that 
embraces all or most of the sciences of the world, by reason that 
its candidate must be a jurist deep in the laws of justice, disitrib- 
utive and commutative, so as to give every man his due and 
desert ; a theologian, that he may state clearly and precisely the 
grounds of his Christian faith wherever called npon ; a physician, 
in particular an herbalist, that he may recognise in wastei and 
wildernesses herbs with the property of healing wounds, smce a 


knight-errant can't go looking at every stumble for someone to 
touch him up ; an astrologer, to tell the time of night and the part 
and clime of the world. Mathematics too must be a part of his 
quipment, for at any step he may have need thereof. Not 
entioning that he must be adorned with all the virtues theolog- 
cal and cardinal, I descend to the details of his profession and 
Isay he must know how to swim like Fish Nicholas, and how 
to shoe a horse and mend saddle and bridle. Rising again to 
higher matters, he must keep faith with God and his lady, be 
chaste in thought, pure in word, generous in good works, brave 
in deed, patient in labours, a friend to the needy; in fine a 
maintainer of the truth, though it cost him his life. All these 
qualities, small and great, go to the making of a worthy knight- 
jrrant. So you can judge, Senor Don Lorenzo, whether it is a 
inivelling science, this the knight learns that studies and professes 
t, and whether to be equalled by the most strenuous taught in 
schools and colleges. ' 

' ' I should say that this science bore the palm before all, ' replied 
his listener, ' if only what you say be true. ' ' And what do you 
mean by that ? ' ' That I doubt whether there have been or are now 
^rrajix knights, especially any adorned with so many virtues. ' 
nwany times have I said what I am to say now, ' began Don 
'Quijote, ' since most persons think with you that adventurers 
never existed. But nay, I shall not attempt to draw you from 
Vour error, since I cannot but feel that, unless Heaven in some 
ihiraculous way show you that knights-errant have been and are, 
wljatever trouble I might take to demonstrate that truth, would 
bCi vain, as experience has oft-times revealed. I shall merely pray 
Heaven may act for me, helping you to appreciate how advanta- 
gepus and necessary to the world errants were in former times 
ami how useful they would prove nowadays, if only the fashion. 
Alas, in their stead, for the sins of the people, sloth, idleness, 
feasting, luxury are in the ascendant. ' ' Our guest has broken 
lo }se and no mistake, ' soliloquised Don Lorenzo ; ' for all that 
he's a gallant fool, and I a poor one did I not find him so. ' 

Here their discourse ended as they were summoned to dinner. 
Don Diego asked his son what he had made out anent their 


guest's intelligence and received the reply : ' All the physicians 
and scribes in the world couldn't draw him off clean from thsj 
rough copy of his infirmity : he's a madman interlarded, full of 
lucid intervals. ' They now went out, and Don Quijote found the 
table such an one as Don Diego had described: orderly, plentiful 
and delicious. But what most delighted him was the marvellous 
stillness that reigned throughout the house, giving it the air of a 
Carthusian monastery. When the cloth had been removed, the 
blessing asked and their hands dipped in water, Don Quijote 
earnestly prayed Don Lorenzo to repeat the verses for the literary 
joust ; to which the other replied : 

' That I may not be numbered among those poets that when 
asked refuse to recite their verses, yet vomit them forth .without 
request at other times, I'll give you my gloss, composed with 
no thought of a prize but merely to discipline my faculties. ' 
' A friend of mine and a discreet one, ' remarked Don Quijote, 
' was of the opinion that none should trouble to gloss verses, 
reasoning that a gloss could never approach the text and fre- 
quently, nay usually, was beside its aim and scope. Moreover he 
held that the rules of glossing were altogether too stringent, 
forbidding questions, the introduction of ' said he ' and ' I shall 
say, ' the use of verbs as substantives, allowing no freedom of 
construction, together with other bonds and fetters whereby 
glossers are handicapped, as your worship must know.' ' Of a 
truth, Senor Don Quijote, I have been trying to catch your 
worship in some consistent error, but you slip through my 
hands like an eel. ' ' I don't understand this slipping, ' said Don 
Quijote. ' I shall tell you later, sir ; for the present attend to the 
gloss and theme. ' 

When Don Lorenzo had finished, our knight rose to his feet 
and seizing the other's right hand with his own raised his voice 
almost to a shout, crying : ' By the life of the heavens wherever 
they are highest, but you, generous swain, are the best poet alive 
and deserve to be laurel-crowned, not by Cyprus or Gaeta as a 
certain versifier said (whom may God forgive) but by the acad- 
emies of Athens were they in existence and by those that are, 
Paris, Bologna and Salamanca. Would to Heaven that the judges 


that refuse you the first prize be transfixed by tlie darts of Phoe- 
bus and may the muses never cross the thresholds of their 
homes ! Be kind enough, sir, to let me hear some of your long- 
measure verse. I would take the pulse of your admirable genius 
at every point. ' Is it necessary to add that Don Lorenzo was 
delighted to hear himself praised by Don Qnijote, though he 
knew him a madam ? O power of flattery ! how far-reaching art 
i.thou and how wide asunder are the boundaries of thy pleasant 
sway ! To this truth Don Lorenzo bore witness, complying with 
his guest's desire and demand by repeating to him a sonnet on 
the fable or story of Pyramus and Thisbe, at the finishing of 
which Don Quijote cried : ' Blessed be God, that among the 
infinite number of consumed poets there's one consummate one, 
as the art of this sonnet assures me, sir. ' 

For four whole days our knight was royally entertained at the 
house of Don Diego, but at the end asked leave to go his way, 
saying that while delighted with his reception and the kindness 
shown him, inasmuch as it didn't look well for knights-errant to 
spend much of their time in leisure and pleasure, he would do 
his duty and seek out adventures, wherein he was informed the 
neighbourhood abounded. In these he expected to be engaged 
till the day of the jousts at Saragossa, his final goal. The first 
adventure would be his descent into the cave of Montesinos, 
whereof so many marvellous things were reported throughout 
that district ; hoping also to discover the true source and origin 
of the seven lakes of Ruidera. Don Diego and his son applauded 
so honourable an enterprise, saying he might take with him from 
their house and farm anything he pleased and that they would 
assist him with the best will in the world, whereto they were 
bound by his valour and most worthy profession. 

At last arrived the day of departure, as pleasant to Don Quijote 
as deplored by Panza, who found exceeding content in the 
abundance there and whose paunch revolted at a return to the 
hunger that reigns in woods and wilds, and at the thought of 
the customary leanness of his ill-provided saddlebags. These last 
however he filled to the neck with what he deemed most likely 
to come into play. As they came to bid farewell, Quijote, turning 


to Don Lorenzo, said : ' I am not sure that I've told your worship, 
but if I have, I'll repeat, that should you ever wish to cut short 
the works and ways leading to the inaccessible height of the 
temple of fame, all you need is to quit the fairly narrow path 
of poetry and take the well-nigh invisible one of knightly arms, 
would you make yourself an emperor like a flash. ' By these 
words Don Quijote sealed the question of his madness ; still 
more when he added : 

' God knows how pleased I should be to have Senor Don 
Lorenzo accompany me that I might teach you how to pardon 
subjects and subdue and trample under foot the proud : accom- 
plishments native to my profession. But since neither your tender 
age nor your commendable employment will permit, I content 
myself with declaring that even as a poet you will achieve fame 
if guided more by others' opinions than your own, for no parent 
believes his children homely, and one is even more blinded 
toward the children of the soul. ' Again did father and son wonder' 
at the knight's blended discourse, now sound now senseless, 
together with his unfaltering determination to go forth upon his 
questionable quests, the be-all and the end-all of his existence. 
There was a repetition of services and civilities, and with the 
gracious allowance of the lady of the castle Don Quijote and 
Sancho on Rocinante and Dapple took leave. 


The adventure of the enamoured shepherd and other 
delightful passages 

DON Quijote had travelled but a short distance from Don 
Diego's house when be encountered two that seemed either 
priests or students together with two peasants, all riding asses. 
One of the students carried, tied in a piece of green buckram by 
way of portmanteau, what looked like a piece of scarlet-and- 
white cloth together with two pairs of ribbed stockings. The 
other carried naught but a pair of new fencing-foils with their 


buttons, while the peasants were laden with things that tokened 
they were on their way home from some large town where they 
had made purchases. Both they and the students fell into the 
same astonishment all fell on first beholding Don Quijote, and 
were dying to know who this man could be, so unlike his kind. 

The knight saluted these strangers and having learned the road 
they travelled, since it proved his own, offered his company, 
asking that they slacken pace a triffle as their ass-fillies moved 
faster than his steed. To oblige them he briefly sketched himself, 
his office and profession of knight-errantry, in other words the 
quest of adventures in all parts of the world. He informed them 
too that though his real name was Don Quijote de La Mancha 
he was also known as the Knight of the Lions ; all of which was 
Greek and gibberish to the peasants. The students at once sur- 
mised he was out of his head, yet regarded him with admiration 
and respect, one of them saying : ' If your worship have no 
determined road, sir knight, pray come with us and you'll see 
one of the finest and richest weddings ever celebrated in La 
Mancha or in the country many leagues about. ' 

Don Qaijote asked if 'twere a prince's wedding thus extolled. 
' Nay, a farmer's and a peasant-girl's, he the richest man in all 
these parts and she the most beautiful woman ever men set eyes 
on. The display attending it promises to be most unique, for the 
ceremony is to take place in a meadow near the village of the 
bride, who by way of distinction is called Quiteria the fair. The 
groom's name is Gamacho the rich ; her age eighteen, his twenty- 
two. They are of equal rank, though some overnice persons that 
know the world's families by heart, would have it that the fair 
Quiteria's has the advantage ; but what care we about such things 
nowadays, when riches solder so many flaws. Moreover this 
Gamacho is lavish with his wealth and has taken it upon himself 
to branch over all that meadow, so that the sun will be put to it 
if he try to enter and shine on the green grass that covers the 
ground. He has provided dancers as well, both of swords and 
little bells, for in his village are those that can shake and jingle 
to perfection. Of the shoe-clatterers I say nothing — of them he 
has engaged a host. 


' But none of these things or many others unmenlioned by me 
will make the nuptials as memorable as those the desperate 
Basilio will methinks do there. This Basilio is a native of 
Quiteria's village and her neighbour, whence Cupid took occasion 
to revive for the world the long-forgotten loves of Pyramus and 
Thisbe. Basilio has been enamoured of Quiteria from his first 
and tender years and she responded to his feeling with a thou- 
sand innocent favours; so much so that the devotion of the 
children became the talk and diversion of the entire village. As 
the girl grew, her father decided to forbid Basilio his accustomed 
access to their home, and further to allay his fears and apprehen- 
sions he arranged for his daughter to marry with the rich Cama- 
cho, disapproving of Basilio, who is less endowed by fortune 
than by nature. To tell the truth without envy he's the most 
agile youth we know, a great pitcher of the bar, a first-class 
wrestler and a capital ball-player. He runs like a buck, leaps 
more nimbly than a goat and bowls down the nine-pins as by 
enchantment. He sings like a lark, strums the guitar till it speaks 
and above all handles the sword with the finest. ' 

' For that alone,' interposed Don Quijote, ' this youth deserves 
to marry not Quiteria alone but Guinevere herself were she 
living, maugre Lancelot and all that would circumvent him. ' 
' Tell that to my wife, ' exclaimed Sancho, who till now had 
been a passive listener; ' she wants every man to marry his 
equal, abiding by the proverb that says, Every ewe to its mate. 
My own idea is that worthy Basilio, for whom already I have 
strong liking, should get the girl, and salvation and a long rest 
(I was about to say the opposite) to all that interfere with the 
marriage of lovers. ' 

' If all that love well were to marry, ' said Don Quijote, ' par- 
ents would be deprived of the choice and right of marrying their 
children with whom and when they should, and if daughters 
were allowed to select their husbands, one would be choosing 
her father's servant and another some passer-by that seemed to 
her proiid and imperial, though really a rake and a bully. Love 
and devotion easily blind the eyes of the understanding, which 
are so necessary in determining one's estate. That of matrimony 



in particular stands in grave danger of being wrongly entered 
upon : both clear insight and Heaven's special favour are needed 
to determine it aright. If a vsrise man be going a journey, he first 
seeks some true and pleasant companion : why then should not 
he that is to travel all his days even to the inn of death do like- 
wise, especially when the other is to be his associate in bed, at 
board and everywhere. The more that the comradeship of one's 
wife is no merchandise that can, once bought, be returned, 
bartered with or exchanged ; 'tis an irrevocable condition that 
ceases only with life. 'Tis a noose that, once on the neck, becomes 
a Gordian knot ; unless cut by the scythe of death, there's no 
untying. Much more might I say were I not prevented by my 
desire to know whether senor licentiate has aught further to tell 
with regard to Basilio. ' To this the student-bachelor, or licentiate 
as Don Quijote called him, replied : 

' Nothing remains to be told save that from the time Basilio 
learned that fair Quiteria was to marry Camacho the rich, none 
has seen him smile or speak rationally, since he ever walks 
downcast and mutters to himself : clear and certain proof that 
his brain is affected. He eats and sleeps little : his diet consists 
of fruit alone and he sleeps, if at all, like a brute in the open 
fields on the hard ground. At times he gazes vacantly at heaven, 
at others firms his eyes fixedly on the earth like a draped statue 
whose garments are tossed by the wind. In fine he seems so 
overcome with grief that all his acquaintance fear that fair Qui- 
teria's yes to-morrow will prove his death-sentence. ' ' God will 
bring it about better than that, ' said Sancho, ' for He that gives 
the hurt gives the healing. No one knows what is to come : 
'twixt this and morn lie many hours and in one of them, nay in 
a moment, the house may fall. I've seen it rain and shine together; 
one may lie down well at night and at sun-up not be able to stir. 
Tell me, do any flatter themselves they've put a spoke in for- 
tune's wheel ? never. 'Twixt a woman's yea and nay I'ld be 
loth to put a pin-point — for there wouldn't be roojn. Give me 
proof that the lass loves Basilio with all her heart, and I'll give 
him a sack of good-luck. For they say love looks through specta- 
cles that make copper gold, poverty riches and blear-eyes pearls.' 


' When will you have done, curse you, ' quoth his master ; 
' once you get started with your proverbs and old tales, none 
can follow short of Judas, may he take youj! Tell me, animal, 
what do you know about spokes or wheels orianything? ' ' If you 
don't follow me, no wonder my opinions are called nonsense. 
But what does it matter? I follow myself and know I'm not such 
a fool in what I say, even though you, master, set up to be 
cricket of my speech and of my deeds too. ' ' Critic, thou tongue- 
traitor, whom may God confound ! ' ' Don't be vexed with me, 
seiior, for you know I wasn't bred at court and that I never 
studied at Salamanca so as to tell when my words have a letter 
too many or few. Bless me, you mustn't ask the Sayagan to talk 
like a Toledan, and maybe there are Toledans that don't hit it 
off so briskly when it comes to gaudy words. ' 

' You are right, ' said the licentiate, ' for those of them fcred 
in the tanneries or in the Plaza de Zocodover don't speaM as 
fluently as those that spend their day inHhe cathedral-cloisters — 
yet all are Toledans. The pure, proper apd discriminating use 
of words is only to be found among enlightened persons at 
court, though they were born in Majalahonda. I say enlighi 
ened, since many are not — intelligence plus practice is th^ 
grammar of goodjjge^ch. I, for my sins, was a student in canon 
law at Salamanca and pique myself somewhat on my clear and 
vigorous language. ' 

' Had you not piqued yourself more on the management of 
your foils, ' interposed the other student, ' you might have been 
head of your degrees instead of tail. ' ' Tut, tut, ' replied the 
licentiate : ' you hold the most erroneous opinion in the world 
as to the dexterous use of the sword, if you consider it of no 
benefit. ' ' 'Tis not merely an opinion but a well-established 
truth, ' retorted the other, ' which would you that I demonstrate, 
you have the blades, equipment is not lacking, and mine are 
steadiness and muscle which, joined to my pluck (and that is 
not slight), will make you confess me not far wrong. Dismount 
and let us see you measure time, your circles, angles and science, 
for I hope to make you see stars at noonday with my rough and 
ready art, wherein I believe after God the man is yet unborn 


that can make me turn back, for he lives not whom I won't force 
to give ground. ' ' As to this turning back or not, ' replied the 
fencer, ' I leave all that to you, for perchance in the spot where 
you first plant foot, will open your grave : in other words, there 
you may be left for dead by the art you despise. ' ' That will now 
appear, ' cried the other, Gorchuelo by name, and leaping from 
his ass he furiously snatched one of the swords the licentiate 
carried. ' Not so, ' exclaimed Don Quijote, ' for I mean to um- 
pire this bout and judge of this so frequently drawn battle. ' 

Dismounting and seizing his lance the knight stationed himself 
in the road just as the licentiate with calm air and measured step 
advanced to meet Gorchuelo, who came on darting fire from his 
eyes as they say. The two peasants, sitting on their ass-fillies, 
remained spectators of this mortal tragedy. The slashes, lunges, 
down-strokes, side-cuts and double-handers dealt by Gorchuelo 
were past counting, thicker than guts or hail. He rushed at the 
other like a nettled lion but met on his way a mouth-touch from 
the button of the licentiate's sword, which checked him in full 
course, making him kiss it as though a relic, though not with 
such deep devotion as relics should and are wont to be kissed. 
The licentiate ended by numbering with his passes all the buttons 
of the other's short cassock, tearing his shirt into strips like the 
arms of a cuttle-fish, twice swishing off his hat and finally so 
wearying him that from disgust, irritation and rage Gorchuelo, 
seizing his sword by the hilt, hurled it with such force that one 
of the seconds, a scrivener, later deposed that he found it about 
three-quarters of a league distant — which testimony has served 
and still serves to show and prove beyond question that strength 
yields to skill. 

Gorchuelo sat down exhausted and Sancho came up to him 
saying : ' My faith, sir, if you take my advice, hereafter you'll 
challenge persons not to fence but to wrestle or pitch the bar : 
you have the years and strength for that. But of these they call 
fencing -masters I've heard say they can put a sword-point 
through a needle's eye.' ' I am satisfied to have fallen from my 
high horse, ' replied Gorchuelo ; ' the experience has shown me 
mine ignorance ; ' and rising he embraced the licentiate and the 


pair were better friends tlian ever. Tiiey decided not to delay 
for the scrivener but to push on and reach in season Quiteria's 
village, to which all belonged. During the rest of the journey 
the licentiate enlarged on the excellences of the sword, with so 
many and conclusive arguments and with so many figures and 
mathematical demonstrations, that all became convinced of the 
goodness of the science and Gorchuelo was quite cured of his 

It was now nightfall and from a distance they could see on 
their side the village what appeared a canopy of brilliant and 
innumerable stars. They could hear too the mingled sweet accents 
of divers instruments, flutes, tambourines, psalteries, cymbals, 
tabors and timbrels. Drawing near they beheld a bower of trees, 
raised at the village-entrance, hung with lights unharmed by a 
wind blowing so softly that not even the leaves of the trees were 
stirred. The musicians were the wedding merry-makers and 
moved amid that pleasant scene in troops, dancing or singing 
and marking time with the various instruments. Indeed it seemed 
as if throughout that meadow mirth and revelry leapt in frolic 
and joy. Many others were busy raising platforms whence might 
be viewed the plays and dances to be given on the morrow in the 
spot delicated to the wedding of the rich Gamacho and the 
obsequies of the poor Basilio. 

Don Quijote refused to enter the town though besought by 
both peasant and bachelor. He gave as excuse one most sufficient 
to himself, that it was more customary for errants to sleep in 
field and forest than in settlements, though beneath roofs of gold. 
With this he turned a little from the highway, much against the 
wish of Sancho, who bethought him how well had he lodged at 
Don Diego's castle. 



The wedding of Camacho the rich and the faring of Basilio 

the poor 

SCARCE had fair Aurora given time to shining Phoebus to dry 
up with the heat of his scorching rays the liquid pearls of 
her golden hair when Don Quijote, shaking sloth from his limbs> 
rose to his feet and called his squire, still snoring ; which when 
his master observed, he said : ' O blest beyond all that live upon 
the face of the earth, since without envy or being envied you sleep 
with quiet spirit ; nor enchanters persecute you nor enchant- 
ments assail. Sleep on, I say again and a hundred times, since no 
suspicions of your lady keep you in ceaseless vigil, nor thoughts 
of debts keep awake, nor how on the morrow to provide for your 
small and straitened family. Ambition disquiets you not, nor 
the vain pomp of the world wear you to the bone, since the 
limits of your desires extend only to the care of your ass. That 
of your person you have laid on my shoulders : the burden and 
counterpoise imposed by nature and custom on all masters. 
The servant sleeps and the lord watches, thinking how he may 
support and advance him, doing him favours. Anguish at seeing 
the sky turn copper, withholding from the earth its timely showers, 
afflicts not the servant as the lord, bound through failure and 
famine to maintain those that served him in times of fruitfulness 
and plenty. ' 

To none of this did Sancho make reply, for he slept, nor would 
have awakened had not his master used the butt of his lance. 
Dull and languid he looked in every direction and said at last : 
' From yon bower, if I mistake not, issue the steam and smell 
that betoken broiled rashers more than rushes and thyme. Nup- 
tials that start off with odours like these are sure to be lavish 
and liberal, by my halidome. ' ' Peace, glutton : come, let us 
witness this espousal and see what the rejected Basilio will do. ' 
' Let him do what he will : nay, would he be poor and marry 


Quiteria? marry in the clouds with never a groat, is that all he 
wants ? In faith, sir, I am of opinion the poor fellow should 
content himself with what he finds and not go looking for tidbits 
in the sea. I'll wager an arm that Gamacho can fairly cover him 
with reals, and if that be so, as it must be, what a fool Quiteria 
would show herself to throw away the jewels and trinkets 
Gamacho must have given and still can give, choosing the bar- 
pitching and foil-play of Basilio. At what tavern will a good 
throw of the bar or a clever sword-trick fetch you a beaker of 
wine ? Graces and accomplishments that aren't marketable, 
better let Gount Dirlos have them. But when such graces fall to 
one that has money besides, let my life be like his. Upon good 
bottom can be raised a good house, and the best foundation in the 
world is a heavy purse. ' 

' In God's name, Sancho, bring your speech to an end, for I 
believe that if they let you continue in those you begin you'ld 
have no time to eat or sleep, for all would be spent in wagging 
your tongue, ' ' Had your worship a good memory, you would 
recall the agreement drawn up before we last left home; One of 
the articles was that I should be free to talk all I pleased, provided 
'twere not against my neighbour or your authority. So far 
methinks I haven't overstepped this provision. ' ' I recall no such 
article, ' responded the other, ' and though it may be as you say, 
I desire for the present that you hold your tongue and come 
along, for already the instruments heard last evening are making 
the valleys rejoice and doubtless the nuptials will take place in 
the cool of the morn. ' 

The squire yielded to the master's will and placing the saddle 
on Rocinante and the pannel on Dapple he and the knight mount- 
ed, and slowly advancing passed under the bower. The first sight 
that offered to Sancho's eyes was a steer spitted on an elm-tree. 
In the blaze wherein it was to be roasted burned half a mountain 
of wood, while the six earthen pots closely surrounding the fire 
were not like ordinary pots, but were six fair-sized wine-jars, 
each a veritable shambles, for in them whole sheep as if pigeons 
were swallowed up unseen. The hares already skinned and chick- 
ens already plucked, hanging from the arbour previous to burial 


in the pots, were without number, as were the birds and game 
of all varieties, hung about that the air might cool them. Sancho 
counted more than sixty wineskins, each holding, as later 
appeared, more than eight gallons of vigorous wine. Like piles 
of wheat on a threshing-floor loaves of the whitest bread were 
heaped in rows, while cheeses set like bricks formed a wail. Two 
cauldrons of oil, larger than dyer's vats, served to fry the pastry, 
which by means of two whopping shovels was lifted out when 
fried and plunged into another cauldron of prepared honey. The 
cooks and kitchen-maids numbered more than fifty, all neat, all 
busy and all good-humoured. In the distended belly of the steer 
rested twelve soft suckling pigs, which, sewed within, served to 
make him tender and toothsome. Spices of various kinds, bought 
not by the pound apparently but by the quarter, were on view 
in a great chest. In fine, the preparations of this wedding, though 
rustic, were on a scale to feed an army. 

Sancho saw all, examined all and by all was moved to love. 
The first things to besiege and captivate his taste were the 
fleshpots, wherefrom he'ld willingly have accepted a good-sized 
helping. Then the wineskins took his fancy, and lastly the 
fruitage of the frying-pans, if those bulging cauldrons can be so 
termed. At last, finding it beyond his power to do aught else, he 
approached one of the busy cooks and in courteous and empty 
phrase asked leave to dip a crust into one of those jars. ' Brother, 
thanks to the rich Camacho, this day is not one over which 
hunger bears sway. Dismount and see if you can find a ladle 
wherewith to skim a hen or two, and may you be the better for 
them. ' ' I see no ladle, ' murmured Sancho. ' Wait, ' quoth the 
other ; ' body of me, but you're a dainty delicate one ! ' and 
with this he seized a kettle and plunging it in one of the jars 
drew out three hens and a couple of geese, saying to Sancho : 
' Eat, friend, and break your fast on this froth till the dinner- 
hour. ' ' I have no plate to put it on, ' replied Sancho. ' Then 
take it, kettle and all,' said the cook, ' for the wealth and kind- 
ness of Camacho supply everything. ' 

While the squire was thus employed, the knight in another 
part of the bower was watching the entrance of twelve peasants. 


mounted on twelve most beautiful mares, richly and showily 
decked out with little bells jingling from their breast-leathers. 
These folk were festively clad and ran rejoicing all in a troop 
not one but many courses over the meadow, shouting with loud 
ecstatic huzzas ; ' Long live Gamacho, long live Quiteria, he as 
rich as she is beautiful, and she most beautiful of living maidens. ' 
' 'Tis easy to see they've never beheld my Dulcinea, ' murmured 
Don Quijote, ' else they'ld be less free with their praises.' Soon 
afterward entered from different parts many and various dancers, 
among them a troop of sword-dancers, some four and twenty 
youths of gallant look and air, attired in finest and whitest linen 
with varicoloured head-dresses worked in choicest, silk. One of 
the horsemen asked the leader of this troop, a nimble swain, 
had any of the dancers received hurt. ' Not as yet, thanks be to 
God ! so far all is well, ' he answered and with his companions 
straight began to twirl about with so many and skilful turns of 
blades that though Don Quijote had before seen this manner of 
dancing, none ever seemed so marvellous. Equally was his fancy 
taken by another band, of twelve most lovely girls, apparently 
between fourteen and eighteen years, clad in green, with locks 
partly plaited and partly loose and all so golden as to rival the 
sun's ; and on their heads were garlands of jasmine, roses, 
amaranth and honeysuckle, all inwoven. They were led by a 
venerable gaffer and ancient matron, both more active and 
nimble than their years promised. These sylphs moved to the 
music of a Zamoran bagpipe, and with modesty in face and eyes 
and nimbleness of feet proved themselves the finest dancers in 
the world. 

Next came a dancing or speaking masque, made up. of eight 
nymphs arranged in two rows, the first led by the god Gupid, 
the other by Interest : that adorned with wings, bow, quiver and 
arrows, and this clad in various rich colours of gold and silk. 
The nymphs in the train of Love bore on their shoulders their 
names in large lettering on white parchment. Poetry, Wisdom, 
Family and Valour, and likewise those that followed Interest 
were designated Liberality, Largess, Treasure and Peaceful 
Possession. In their front a wooden castle was borne by four 


savages, clad in ivy and hemp dyed green, so true to life that 
Sancho at first was frightened. On its forehead and on each side 
of the castle were the words. The Castle of Good Heed. When 
four skilful tambourine and flute-players had struck up, Cupid 
commenced to dance and after executing two figures, raising his 
eyes and aiming an arrow at a maiden among the battlements, 
said : 

Of earth and air the god am I, 

The waters at my bidding swell ; 

So loo obey my sovereignty 

Lost souls and angels damned in hell. 

I never knew the breath of fear, 

I never dream but what I do. 

With ' hasten ' there and ' hopeless ' here 

I help this man and hinder you. 

He then let fly the arrow over the castle and retired to his 

Then came forth Interest and executed two other figures ; the 
tambourines were silent while he said : 

Greater than Love thou dost behold. 
Though Love's my guardian, my guide. 
My stock's the hardiest, most bold, 
That ever Heaven deified. 

For I am Interest, though few 
Of mortal beings find I pay, 
Nor know without me what to do. 
Wilt have me ? I am thine for ay. 

Interest retired, giving place to Poetry, who making figures 
like the others lifted his eyes to the maiden of the castle saying : 

And now comes lovely Poesy, 
Engarlanded with verses gay 
And clad in sonnets prettily 
With all the welcome of the May. 

If thou art vexed not when I praise, 
Art pleased when I importune. 
Thine envied fortune shall I raise 
Above the circle of the moon. 


Poetry made an end and from the train of Interest issued 
Liberality, who, after the customary prelude, began : 

They call me liberality 
Because I fly the two extremes 
Of wasteful prodigality 
And what a stingy man beseems. 

Yet more than doth the prodigal 
I'll heap all riches for my love ; 
For though it others sinning call, 
Devotion shall its pardon prove. 

In this manner appeared and withdrew all the nymphs of the 
two squadrons : each executed his figure and said his verses, 
some serious, some silly, but the above were all Don Quijote's 
memory, though a good one, retained. Presently these dancers 
mingled, weaving and unweaving their figures with pliant grace ; 
and Love, passing before the castle, shot his arrows on high, 
while Interest broke against it golden balls. 

Finally, after a good deal of dancing, Interest produced a large 
purse, made from a brindled cat's skin and apparently full of 
coin. He threw this at the castle and as it struck, the boards 
loosened and fell, leaving the maiden without defence. Interest 
and his followers then ran up and throwing a long gold chain 
about her neck, made as though to take and lead her away cap- 
tive, but Love and his faction tried to rescue her, all fitting their 
movements to the sound of the tambourines and dancing and 
moving in harmony. They were at length brought to terms by 
the savages, who quickly replaced the fallen walls and shut the 
maiden within as at first. With this and amid great applause the 
play came to its end. 

Don Quijote asked one of the nymphs who it was that had 
composed and ordered the piece. She named a certain priest 
of that village, who possessed a rare gift for such compositions. 
' I'll wager, ' said the knight, ' he's more the friend of Camacho 
than of Basilio, and is more a hand at satire than church-services, 
this bachelor or priest, for cleverly has he opposed the accom- 
plishments of the one and the riches of the other. ' Sancho Panza, 
who stood listening, exclaimed : ' The king is my cock : I stand 


by Gamacho. ' ' Indeed, Sancho, you prove yourself a varlet and 
of those that cry, Whoever conquers, long live he. ' ' I know not 
to what class I belong, but I'm certain I should never skim such 
excellent froth from Basilio's pots ' ; and showing his kettleful 
of geese and fowl he seized one and began to devour it with 
spirit and relish, saying : 

' A fig for the cleverness of Basilio, for you're worth no more 
than you have, and so much as you have, that you are worth. 
There are after all but two classes in the world, the haves and 
the have-nots, as said one my grandmother, who always stuck 
to the haves. And nowadays too, master, they take the pulse 
of owning rather than of knowing. A gold-covered ass looks 
better than a horse with pack saddle. Therefore, I repeat, I stand 
by Gamacho, in whose pots the generous skimmings are geese, 
hens, hares and conies, whilst those of Basilio's pots, if they 
came to hand, or even to boot, would be naught but dregs. ' 
' Have you finished, devil ? ' ' Soon, for I see it wearies you 
though if that hadn't checked me in the middle, there had been 
work cut out for three days. ' ' Please God, man, may I see you 
dumb before I die. ' ' At our present pace, verily before your 
worship goes I shall be chewing the clay, and then perchance be 
so dumb that I shan't speak a syllable till the end of time, or at 
least till Judgment Day. ' ' Though that occur, O Sancho, never 
would your silence equal what you have spoken, speak and are 
to speak in your life. Moreover, the day of my death naturally 
should come first, and I therefore expect to see you dumb never, 
not even when you drink or sleep, which is the most I can say. ' 

' Of a truth, sir, no trust can be put in my Lady Dry-Bones, in 
Death I mean, who devours the lamb with the sheep and as I've 
heard our priest tell, treads with equal foot on the high towers 
of kings and the lowly huts of the poor. The lady is more mighty 
than nice : she's nothing particular : she eats of all and does for 
all, swelling her saddlebags with every kind and age and rank. 
She's no reaper that sleeps through siestas, for she reaps at all 
hours, cutting the green with the dry. Nor does she chew her 
food at all but bolts whatever is placed before her, since hers is 
a dog's hunger, never satisfied. And though without a belly yet 


is she dropsical, and great thirst drives her to drinlf the lives of 
all that live, like a jug of cold water. ' 

' Not a word more, my son : don't risk a fall ; for verily what 
in your rustic terms you have spoken concerning death, might 
have come from the best of preachers. Had you discretion as 
you have good natural wit, you could take a pulpit in hand 
and range the world over, preaching fine sayings.' 'He preaches/ 
well that lives well, ' replied Sancho ; ' I know no theologiea 
but that. ' ' Nor have you need, ' said his master ; ' but I wonder 
how, since the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, you can 
be so wise, who fear a lizard more than Him. ' ' Let yet worship 
judge of his chivalries, nor mind other peoples' fears or braveries, 
for I am as properly afraid of God as any neighbour's son. Leave 
me to snuff up this froth here, since all the rest is empty words 
which we shall have to account for in the other life. ' And saying 
this he renewed his assault on the kettle with courage sufficient 
to arouse that of Don Quijote, who doubtless would have come 
to his assistance had he not been let by something to be told 
further on. 


The story of Canacho's vfredding continued, together with 
other delightful passages 

WHILE Don Quijote and his squire were in the midst of the 
colloquy reported in the previous chapter, loud clamour 
and cries were heard, coming from the horsemen, who with rush 
and shout went to welcome the bridal pair. These, surrounded 
by a thousand kinds of instruments and devices, came in the 
company of the priest, their kinsfolk and the people of note in 
the neigbouring villages, all in gala attire. When Sancho beheld 
the bride, he exclaimed : ' As the Lord liveth, not as a farmer's 
daughter comes she clad but like a palace-girl. Egad, as I make 
out, her necklace is of rich corals and her green Guenca stuff is 
thirty-pile velvet, and lo, the white linen border I I vow 'tis of 


satin. Then look at her hands, covered with hoops of jet do you 
call them ? may I never grow rich if they're not rings of gold 
and pure gold at that, set with pearls white as a curd ; each 
must be worth an eye of the head. O the whoreson jade, what 
hair ! which, if it be not false, I've never seen longer or more 
golden in my life. Ay, but note her carriage and figure : is it not 
to be compared to a palm-tree swaying in the wind with its 
bunches of dates, which are the trinkets hanging froni her hair 
and throat ! I swear in my soul she's a lass to be reckoned with 
and could cross the shoals of Flanders. ' 

Don Quijote smiled at his squire's country praises, though it 
seemed to him also that, sparing Dulcinea del Toboso, never had 
he seen a woman more beautiful. She looked a trifle pale, the 
result no doubt of the bad night brides pass in preparation for 
the pending marriage-day. They all moved toward a theatre at 
one side the meadow, decked with carpets and branches, where 
the nuptials were to take place and whence could be seen the 
dances and pantomimes. But just as they arrived, loud shouts 
were heard from behind and a voice that cried : ' Stay a little, ye 
hasty and heartless ones ! ' All turned and beheld a man in black 
frock striped with flame-like crimson ; on his head a crown of 
funereal cypress and in his hands a large staff. As he drew near, 
they recognised the gallant Basilio and anxiously waited to see 
what his cries and words portended, fearing trouble from his 
arrival at this juncture. Exhausted and breathless he came before 
the bridal pair and drove his staff, tipped with steel pike, well 
into the soil. Then with pallid face and eyes fixed on Quiteria 
in hoarse and trembling voice he began : 

' Thou art well aware, ungrateful Quiteria, that by the holy 
law that we profess thou canst not marry while I live. Thou 
knowest too that while waiting till time and and- mine industry 
bettered my fortune, I have not failed to observe the respect due 
thine honour. Yet thou, casting behind all rights due my true 
regard, would'st make another lord of that which is mine. His 
riches not only serve him as his fortune but serve to make 
him fortunate, and that his horn may be filled (not that I think 
he deserves it, but because Heaven so wills) mine own hand will 


remove the obstacle that stands in his way, and myself no longer 
divide you two. Long live rich Gamachowith ungrateful Qui teria, 
long and happy years, and die, die poor Basilio, whose poverty 
clipped the wings of his happiness and laid him in the grave. ' 
Saying this he seized the staff driven in the ground and leaving 
half there showed that the other was a sheath concealing a fairly 
long rapier, and when he had planted what may be called its hilt 
beside the other, with quick resolution he threw himself against 
it. Instantly the bloody point and half the steel appeared at his 
back and the poor fellow lay bathed in blood, transfixed by his 
own weapon. 

His friends rushed to the rescue, overcome by this piteous 
catastrophe. Don Quijote, dropping from Rocinante, also hurried 
to the spot and raising him found him not yet expired. They 
were about to withdraw the rapier but the priest present thought 
they should first confess him lest he might not survive. He now 
showed slight consciousness and in painful dying accents said : 
' Gruel Quiteria, wouldst thou in my last and fatal agony give thy 
hand as my wife, I might hope that my folly would be pardoned, 
as thereby I should have attained the bliss of being thine. ' The 
priest said he should attend to the safety of his soul rather than 
the pleasure of his body and with his whole heart crave God's 
pardon for his sins and this act of desperation. To this Basilio 
replied that he would never confess himself till Quiteria gave 
her hand — that joy would double his will and give him strength 
meet for repentance. 

On hearing the wounded man's plea Don Quijote cried that 
Basilio sought a most reasonable and righteous thing, a thing 
easily accomplished moreover, for Senor Gamacho would be as 
honoured in receiving the lady Quiteria as the widow of worthy 
Basilio as from the hand of her father. ' It means no more than 
a yea, which entails the mere pronouncing, since the marriage- 
bed of this wedding will be the grave. ' Gamacho heard this 
but it left him doubting, perplexed as to what to do or say. But 
the outcries of Basilio's friends were so persistent, demanding 
his assent lest the other's soul be lost, parting so wickedly from 
this life, that they moved, nay forced him to say that if Quiteria 


gave assent, he would give sanction, since at most 'twas to delay 
only for a moment the fulfilment of their desires. 

Thereupon all besieged Quiteria, and some with tears, some 
with persuasions, pressed her to give her hand to the poor 
Basilio. Harder than marble and stiller than a statue she appar- 
ently could not nor would have answered, had not the priest told 
her to make up her mind instantly, as Basilio's soul was already 
in his teeth. Then the fair bride, still silent and to all appear- 
ances confused, repentant and sad, drew near Basilio, lying there 
with eyes turned within, breathing short and with difficulty, 
muttering 'twixt his teeth the name of Quiteria, dying more like 
pagan than Christian. The girl stood over him and kneeling down 
rather by sign than word sought his hand. Basilio loosed his eyes 
and looking at her fixedly said : ' O Quiteria, why thus late 
hast thou relented when thy pity will serve but as a knife to 
give the last stroke, since no longer have I strength to suffer 
the glory thou givest nor to check the pain so soon darkening 
mine eyes with the dreadful shadow. Mine only prayer, O my 
fatal star, is that thou ask not my hand nor give thine by way 
of consolation, deceiving me a second time, but that, with no 
pressure on thy will, thou deliver thyself freely as to thy lawful 
husband. 'Tis not well in a crisis like this thou shouldst deceive 
or feign with one that has dealt openly with thee. ' As the youth 
spake, he swooned, till the bystanders feared that each paroxysm 
would take his soul. 

Quiteria, timid and utterly abashed, taking Basilio's hand in 
hers, said : ' No pressure would be great enough to turn my 
will, and with the freest possible I give my hand as thy lawful 
wife, receiving thine in turn, if thou give it as a reponsible being, 
unclouded and unconfused by the calamity whereinto thy fell 
purpose has plunged thee.' ' Thus do I give it, ' said the other, 
' not clouded or confused but with the clear understanding 
wherewith Heaven saw fit to endow me, and so engage myself 
as thy husband. ' ' And I likewise as thy wife, whether thou 
live many years or whether this moment they take thee from 
mine arms to thy grave. ' ' For a chap as wounded as all that, ' 
murmured Sancho, ' he talks considerably. Let them bid him 


drop his sighs and look to his soul, which methinks he has 
more on his tongue than 'twixt his teeth. ' 

Now that they had joined hands, the priest tenderly and in 
tears pronounced his blessing, praying Heaven to grant sweet 
repose to the spirit of the late-espoused. But he, as soon as he had 
received this benediction, leapt to his feet and with unheard-of 
rashness drew the rapier from its body-sheath. The crowd at first 
was dumfounded, till some of them, more credulous than curious, 
cried : ' Miracle, a miracle ; ' but Basilio answered : ' No miracle, 
miracle, but strategy, strategy.' The priest in amazement hastened 
to examine the wound and discovered that the blade had passed, 
not through the ribs and flesh of Basilio, but through a hollow 
iron tube, which had been fitted in place and filled, as later 
appeared, with blood that wouldn't congeal. The priest, Gama- 
cho and the crowd saw that they had been tricked and made 
fools of. The bride however showed no signs of distress, but 
rather, when she heard them say that the marriage, being fraud- 
ulent, wouldn't hold, declared she would confirm it anew ; from 
which all gathered that this affair had been arranged with her 
knowledge and connivance. 

So incensed were Camacho and his supporters at this turn that 
taking -vengeance in hand and unsheathing many swords they 
made at Basilio. But for his protection almost as many others 
were drawn, and Don Quijote, taking the lead on horseback 
with couched lance and well covered by his shield, forced the 
assailants to give way. (Sancho, who never found solace or 
pleasure in such demonstrations, hurried back to the jars from 
which he had skimmed the delicious froth ; it seemed to him that 
that spot, as a kind of holy place, would be held inviolable). 
Our champion cried with loud voice : 

' Hold, sirs, hold ! 'tis not just to avenge the ills of love. 
Consider how it and war are one and the same thing, and that 
even as in war 'tis lawful and customary to use snares and 
strategems to overcome the enemy, so in the rivalries of love we 
countenance the plots and deceptions that serve to bring about 
the desired end, provided they don't disparage or dishonour the 
thing beloved. Quiteria was meant for Basilio and he for her by 


a just and propitious ordering of the skies. Gamacho is rich and 
can purchase his pleasure when, where and how he pleases. 
Basilio has but this ewe-lamb and none, howe\^er powerful, can 
deprive him thereof, for those whom God has joined, shall no man 
put asunder. He that attempts it must first pass through the 
point of this lance ; ' which now he brandished so dexterously 
and decisively that all to whom he was unknown took fright. 
And so deeply did Quiteria's disdain become rooted in Gamacho's 
thought that he expunged her from memory instantly. The priest's 
persuasions had weight with him therefore, and he and his 
followers became pacific and reconciled. As a sign thereof they 
sheathed their swords, blaming Quiteria's docility rather than 
her lover's strategy, Gamacho reasoning that if the girl as maiden 
loved the other, no less would she as a wife, and that he ought 
to thank his stars he was rid of what would have proved a 

Now that he and his group were wholly conciliated, Basilio 
and his troop also quieted down. And the rich Gamacho, to show 
he bore no resentment, desired that the merry-making proceed 
exactly as planned. However, neither the couple nor their 
friends cared to participate and withdrew to their village (for the 
poor, such as are virtuous and discreet, have followers to honour 
and aid them even as have the rich those that flatter and fawn 
upon them). They made Don Quijote of their company, consid- 
ering him a man of worth and a stout one. The soul of Sancho 
was the only one darkened, for he saw he couldn't attend Gama- 
cho's splendid feasting and festival, which continued through that 
day. Beaten and sorrowful he followed his master in the train of 
Basilio, leaving behind the flesh-pots of Egypt, thoughjt carrying 
the memory thereof in his heart. The skimmings of the kettle, 
now almost done and gone, stood for the glory and abundance he 
was losing, and with aching heart, though full stomach, mounting 
his Dapple he followed on the heels of the nag. 



The great adventure of the cave of Montesiuos, in the heart 
of La Mancha, to which our Avorthy Don Quijote gave a 

happy issue 

GREAT and many were the tokens of regard showered by the 
newly married pair on Don Quijote in return for his 
courageous defence of their cause — and on a par with his valour 
they set his wisdom, esteeming him a Cid in arms, a Cicero in 
eloquence. And three days did good Sancho enjoy himself at 
their cost. From them it was learned that the fictitious wounding 
hadn't been prearranged with Quiteria : Basilio had trusted that 
things would result as they did. He confessed, however, that he 
had made some of his friends party to the scheme that they might 
further his purpose at the critical moment, supporting his 

' Deceptions they cannot and should not be termed that look 
to honourable ends, ' said Don Quijote, ' and the marriage of 
lovers is most honourable. But yourself be warned that love's 
greatest foe is hunger and continuous need, for love, especially 
after the lover possesses the thing beloved, is all happiness, love 
is all pleasure and joy, against which need and poverty are open 
and determined enemies. All this I say in the hope that Seiior 
Basilio may cease to practise his various accomplishments, which, 
while they afford reputation, yield no profit, and that he may 
look to the increase of his estate by lawful means of industry, 
never lacking to the prudent and diligent. The poor and hon* 
ourable man, if a poor man may so be termed, has in a beautiful 
wife a treasure, and if this be taken from him, his honour is slain. 
The beautiful and virtuous woman whose husband is poor 
deserves to be crowned with laurels and palms of victory and 
triumph. Beauty itself awakens desire in all beholders, who like 
royal eagles and high-soaring birds swoop down upon it as on 
an enticing decoy, and if to this beauty need and distress be 


joined, even crows, kites and other birds of prey attack it, till 
she that remains firm against so many assaults deserves to be 
called the crown of her husband. 

' Look ye, wise Basilio, ' continued the knight ; ' 'twas the 
opinion of a certain philosopher, I know not whom, that in all 
the world there was but one good woman, and he advised every 
man to think and believe this woman his wife and so live content. 
I am neither married nor thus far have thought of it, yet I would 
be so bold as to counsel him that asked me how to find the 
woman he should wed. First of all I should warn him to look 
more to reputation than to wealth, for a good woman profits not 
only by being good but by seeming so, and her honour suffers 
more from public scandal than secret corruption. If you bring a 
virtuous woman to your house, 'tis easy to preserve and even 
increase that virtue, but should you bring a bad, she'll make it 
hard to reform her. To pass from one extreme to another is not 
the lightest thing in the world — I don't say 'tis impossible but 
'tis certainly next to it. ' 

Sancho overheard all and said to himself : ' This my master, 
when I speak things of pith and substance, is wont to say I could 
take a pulpit in hand and wander through this world preaching 
fine sayings, but now can I tell of him that when once he begins 
to thread ideas or give advice, he can take, not one in hand, but 
two pulpits on each finger and cry out through the market- 
places, What do ye lack ? To the devil with you for a knight- 
errant ! you know too much. I thought in my heart he could talk 
of naught but what touched his chivalries, but no, he pecks at 
and puts his spoon into everything. ' Sancho muttered this half- 
aloud and his master, catching some of it, turned and said : 
' What do you murmur and say, Sancho ? ' ' I say nothing nor 
do I murmur, ' replied he ; I was just noticing to myself I would 
I had heard before I married what now you tell us, for then 
perhaps I could say. The untethered ox licks himself well. ' ' Is 
your Teresa as bad as all that, my son ? ' ' Teresa is not so 
very bad, but then again she's not so very good, at least not so 
good as I might wish.' ' You do wrong, Sancho, to speak ill 
of your wife, the very mother of your children. ' ' We shall be 


even then, for she speaks ill of me sometimes, when she feels 
like it, especially when she's jealous : let Satan himself put up 
with her then. ' 

Three days were spent with the newly married couple, by 
whom they were served and entertained like kings. Don Quijote 
besought the fencer-licentiate to lend him a guide to the cave of 
Montesinos, which he longed to explore, seeing with his own 
eyes if the wonders reported of it throughout that district were 
true. The licentiate promised to lend him his first-cousin, a great 
student and devoted to books of chivalry, who would be glad to 
lead him to the mouth of the cave and on the way show him the 
lakes of Ruidera, famous not only in La Mancha but throughout 
Spain. He added that Don Quijote would find him entertaining, 
for the lad knew how to write books and dedicate them to 

In due time the cousin appeared, mounted on an ass in foal, 
whose pannel was covered with a piece of carpet or sackcloth of 
many colours. Sancho saddled Rocinante, got ready Dapple, 
furnished his saddlebags with which those of the cousin, also 
well-stocked, kept company, and commending themselves to 
God and taking leave of all they set out. As they rode along 
Don Quijote enquired of the student as to the kind and character 
of his pleasures, profession and studies, and the other answered 
that he was by profession a humanist, and that his pleasures and 
studies lay in writing books, all of great benefit and interest to 
the republic. One was entitled The Rook of Liveries, wherein is 
described seven hundred and three liveries, with their colours, 
mottos and ciphers, wherefrom gentlemen of the court, at times 
of festivals and celebrations, might pick and choose, without 
pestering others or racking their own brains to get ones suited 
to their tastes and intentions. ' I offer to the jealous, the disdain- 
ed, the forgotten and the absent, garbs appropriate to their 
condition and which shall fit them properly. 

' Another book of mine,' he continued, ' I mean to call Metamor- 
phoses or The Spanish Ovid, of new and rare invention, for 
therein, parodying Ovid, I identify the Giralda of Seville and 
the Angel of the Magdalen. I tell what was the Gutter of Cordova ; 


what the bulls of Guisando ; the Sierra Morena, the fouataias of 
Leganitos and Lavapies in Madrid, not forgetting that of the 
Diojo, of the Golden Gutter and of the Priora — all with their 
allegories, metaphors and transformations, in a manner that will 
at once amuse, amaze and edify. Still another book have I which 
I call Supplement to Polydore Virgil, which concerns itself with 
the invention of things and is graced with much erudition and 
learning, for I bring to light and set forth in an elegant fashion 
all the more important things omitted by Polydore. For example, 
he omitted to tell who first brought catarrh into the world, who 
first tried salivation as a cure for French pox. I set these matters 
right and cite more than twenty-five authorities. So your worship 
may see I have not laboured in vain and that such a book is 
likely to prove of use to mankind. ' 

Sancho listened most attentively to the cousin's words and 
now said : ' Tell me, sir, and may God give you luck with the 
sale of your books, can you inform me, and of course you can 
for you know everything, who was the first man to scratch his 
head ? My opinion is it must have been our father Adam. ' ' Very 
likely, ' replied the cousin, ' for there's no doubt Adam had 
head and hair, and being the first man in the world, some time 
or other he would scratch himself. ' ' So it looks to me, ' said 
Sancho, ' but tell me now, who was the first tumbler ? ' ' To 
be honest, brother, I cannot answer till I have read up a little. 
When I get back to my books I'll look into the matter and report 
when next we meet, for this cannot be the last time. ' ' Don't 
bother, sir, for as it happens I have just hit on the answer : 
know then that the first tumbler in the world was Lucifer when 
they tossed him out of Heaven and he came tumbling down to 
hell. ' ' Right you are, friend, ' agreed the cousin, but Don Qui- 
jote added : ' That question and answer were not your own, 
Sancho ; you borrowed them from another. ' ' Tut, tut, senor ; 
why, if I wanted to, I could ask questions and give answers and 
not be done by morning. Nay, nay, sir, in asking absurdities 
and replying nonsense I've no need of help from my neighbours.' 
' You say more than you know, my son, for some are there 
that grow thin in learning and verifying things which when 


known and proven aren't worth a chip either to the under- 
standing or to the memory. ' 

In this and other pleasant converse they passed that day and 
at night put up at a small village whence, as the cousin informed 
Don Quijote, 'twas only two leagues to the cave of Montesinos 
and that did his determination hold to explore the same, they 
should provide themselves with rope wherewith to tie and slip 
him down the hole. Don Quijote replied that though it reached to 
the abyss, he must touch bottom. So they bought near a hundred 
fathoms, and on the next day at two reached the cave, whose 
mouth proved large around but so thickly overgrown with box- 
thorns, wild-fig, brambles and briars, as to be entirely con- 
cealed. The three dismounted, the cousin, Sancho and last of all 
Don Quijote, whom the others tied firmly ; and while making 
fast Sancho said : ' Look to what you're doing, master ; don't 
try to be buried alive or place yourself where you'll look a bottle 
let down a well to cool. 'Tis no affair or business of yours to 
pry into what may prove worse than a Moorish dungeon. ' ' Tie 
me and tie that tongue, Sancho friend, for this enterprise was 
reserved for me and me alone. ' And the guide said : ' Prithee, 
Senor Don Quijote, look well and examine with an hundred eyes 
what you find below. There may be things I could put into my 
book of transformations. ' ' The drum's in hands that well know 
how to beat it, ' remarked Sancho. 

When this and the roping, which went not over the armour 
but about the doublet of the knight, were finished, the latter 
said : ' 'Twas heedless of us not to provide a little bell which, 
tied upon the rope not far above me, as it kept tinkling would 
let you know I still descended and was alive. But since that is 
impossible, be it in God's hand to guide me. ' Thereupon he 
knelt down and in low tones prayed to Heaven to aid and give 
him happy issue out of this seemingly perilous and brand-new 
adventure, and then raising his voice he said : ' O mistress of 
mine acts and motions, peerless and fairest Dulcinea del Toboso, 
if it be possible that the prayers and petitions of this thy ven- 
turesome lover reach thine ears, by thy unparalleled beauty I 
beseech thee to heed them, for they're but to beg thee not to 


deny thy favour and protection which now I so sorely need. 
I am about to plunge myself, drop and sink into the abyss that 
here opens, for no other reason than that the world may know 
that while thou favourest me there's naught so impossible but 
that I can face and defeat it. ' 

With this, Don Quijote neared the opening but could find no 
spot where he might be lowered into the cave, save by cutting a 
passage by force of arms. He therefore drew sword and began to 
hack and hew at the brambles that choked the mouth ; at which 
noise and commotion a multitude of huge crows and jackdaws 
issued therefrom in such numbers and violence as to bowl the 
knight quite over, and had he been superstitious as he was good 
Catholic, taking it for evil omen, held have shunned entombment 
in such a place. At length he arose, and the cousin and Sancho, 
finding the passage free from crows and other night-birds such 
as bats, playing out the rope let down the errant into the cavern 
grim. As he sank, his squire, giving blessing and making a 
thousand crosses over him, cried aloud : ' God and the Rock of 
France and the Trinity of Gaeta guide thee, flower, cream and 
froth of adventurers. There thou goest, blusterer of the world, 
heart of steel, arms of brass. God guide thee once again, and send 
thee safe, sound and scot-free back to the light of this world 
which thou art leaving for burial in the obscurity thou seekest ; ' 
and the cousin repeated similar prayers and petitions. 

The knight sank lower and lower, calling to give more rope 
and still more, which they did little by little, and when his 
cries, echoing up through the cavern, no longer could be heard, 
they were at the end of the hundred fathoms. Their first thought 
was to resurrect him at once, but they delayed a half-hour, and 
then as they pulled, the rope came slack, making them think him 
left within. Sancho wept bitterly and pulled with all speed to 
make sure, and at last, having reached as it seemed to them 
below the eighty fathom mark, they felt their load again. At this 
they rejoiced exceedingly and finally with but ten fathoms left 
they caught sight of him of the Sorry Aspect, to whom Sancho 
called : ' Welcome back, master of mine ; we began to think you 
had remained to found a race. ' 


But Don Quijote answered not a word and when they had 
drawn him wholly out, they saw his eyes closed in sleep. They 
laid him on the ground and unfastened the rope, yet with all this 
he did not waken. They turned him first on this side, then on 
that, shook and rolled him over and over, till at length and after 
a long interval he came to, stretching himself as if wakened from 
deep and heavy slumber. Glancing about as if startled he sighed : 
' God forgive you, friends, for having snatched me from the 
sweetest and most delightful spectacle and experience ever 
human has seen or lived. Indeed now am I certain that all 
the pleasures of this life are as a shadow and a dream and fade 
like the flower of the field. O unfortunate Montesinos ! O sorely- 
wounded Durandarte ! O unhappy Belerma ! O tearful Guadiana 
and ye others the sad daughters of Ruidera, whose waters are 
the waters of your wondrous eyes ! ' 

The cousin and Sancho were most attentive to these words, 
that seemed painfully drawn from the knight's very entrails. 
They asked their meaning and what had he witnessed in that hell. 
' Hell do you call it ? then say not so, for you'll straightway see 
'tis unmerited.' He asked to eat first, as he had a searching 
hunger. They spread the cousin's packcloth on the green grass, 
quickly opened the saddlebags and sitting all three in good peace 
and fellowship dined and supped in one meal. The cloth removed 
Don Quijote de La Mancha said : ' Let none rise, and attend, 
my sons. ' 



The marvellous things the consummate Quijote told of 

having beheld in the cave of Montesiuos, the magnitude 

and impossibility of which have led this adventure to be 

deemed apocryphal 

TTlwAs four in the afternoon when with diminished light and 
1 softened rays the sun behind clouds permitted our advent- 
urer without heat or discomfort to relate to his two illustrious 
listeners the things he had witnessed in the cave of Montesinos. 
This was his opening : ' A matter of twelve or fourteen times a 
man's height down in the depth of this dungeon and on the right 
hand is a side-recess large enough to hold a good-sized wagon 
with its team of mules. A thin ray of light penetrates that far, 
coming through a chink or crack in the crust of the upper earth . 
This recess and ledge I saw, what time, wearied and vexed with 
fmding myself dangling on a rope, I descended through that 
dismal region with no certain and determined road. Accordingly 
I decided to enter therein and rest awhile, calling to you not to 
let out more rope till I ordered, but you must not have heard me. 
' I pulled in the slack and making a coil thereof sat me down, 
a little sad and heavy I confess, wondering how I was to reach 
bottom, no longer having anything to hold to. While thus in 
trouble and suspense, suddenly and through no desire of mine 
was I overcome by a profound sleep and when least I expected 
it and without knowing how or why, I awoke and found myself 
in the middle of the loveliest and most delightful mead that 
nature could create or the liveliest wit imagine. I winked mine 
eyes, rubbed them and saw that I no longer slept but was awake 
in very truth. To make doubly sure 1 felt my forehead and breast 
to prove 'twas 1, this very self, and not some empty and coun- 
terfeit phantom. The touch, the feeling, the very sequence of my 
thoughts, made me certain I it was, the same that am now here. 


' Straightway I beheld a sumptuous royal palace or castle, whose 
walls and battlements shone as if of transparent crystal, and on 
the opening of two ponderous doors I saw approaching an old 
and venerable man, clad in a gown of murrey serge that trailed 
behind him. A collegiate band of green satin girt his shoulders 
and breast, a black Milan cap covered his head, his snow-white 
beard fell bellow his girdle. He bore, not arms, but in his hand 
a rosary of beads larger than walnuts and every tenth one 
resembling a common ostrich-egg. His countenance, mien, the 
dignity of his imposing presence, severally and together, held 
me in awe and admiration. Coming to where I stood he embraced 
me saying : ' O puissant knight of La Mancha, long ages have 
we that dwell in these enchanted solitudes awaited your arrival, 
that you might discover to the world what the profund depths of 
the cave of Montesinos, wherein you are entered, hold and 
conceal : a feat alone reserved for your invincible heart and 
marvellous courage. Follow me, most illustrious sir, for I would 
show you the marvels mewed up in this transparent castle, 
whereof am I the permanent governor and perpetual chief- 
warder, since I am that Montesinos from whom the cave takes 
its name. ' 

' Scarce had he said he was Montesinos when I asked whether 
or no 'twere a true report of him in the world above, that with 
a little dagger he had cut out the heart of his friend Durandarte 
from the centre of his breast and carried it to the lady Belerma 
as bidden by the dying lover. He answered that all was true save 
as to the instrument employed, which was neither little nor a 
dagger but a polished poniard sharper than an awl. ' That same 
poniard, ' suggested Panza, ' was most likely one of Ramon de 
Hoces the Sevillian's make. ' ' I can't say, ' replied Don Quijote ; 
' but no, not he for Ramon de Hoces was of yesterday only, 
and the battle of Roncesvalles, where this incident occurred, was 
ages back. But the identification is of no importance and does'nt 
affect or alter the truth or structure of the story. ' ' Right, ' said 
the cousin, ' and let your worship proceed, Senor Quijote, for I 
listen to your tale with the greatest possible pleasure. ' 

' With no less I relate it, ' replied the adventurer, ' and so I 


say that venerable Montesinos led me into the cry talline palace, 
where in a lower hall of surprising coolness and all of alabaster 
stood a marble sepulchre of exquisite workmanship. Thereon at 
full length lay a knight, not of bronze or marble or carved in 
jasper as on other tombs, but of flesh and bone. His right hand 
— which to my seeming was rather sinewy and hirsute, proof 
that its owner possessed great strength — rested above his heart, 
but before I could enquire of Montesinos, he observing my amaz- 
ement turned and said : ' That is my friend Durandarte, flower 
and mirror of the valiant enamoured knights of his time. Like 
myself and many others, men and women, he is held enchanted 
here by that French magician Merlin, whom they would have a 
son of the devil ; but I must think that he knew one point more 
than the devil. How or why he enchanted us, none can guess, 
but methinks the time that shall reveal it is not far distant. 

' ' Mine own puzzle is a different one : I am as sure as that it is 
now day that Durandarte expired in mine arms and that after 
his death with these very hands I cut his heart out, and in sooth 
it must have weighed a couple of pounds, for according to the 
natural philosophers he that has a large heart is endued with 
greater courage. This being a fact then, that this knight veritably 
perished, how can he sigh and moan from time to time as if he 
lived?' As Montesinos said this, the poor wretch on the tomb 
cried out : 

' O my cousin Montesinos, 
This I made my last request, 
As 1 lay upon my death-bed 
And my soul had left my breast : 
That thou come and carve my heart out 
With a poniard or a sword, 
With it hasten and present it 
To Belerma, my adored. ' 

' Upon this outburst the venerable Montesinos knelt before 
the wounded knight and with tears said to him : ' Long since, 
O my most beloved cousin, have I done what you commanded 
on that fatal day of our loss. I cut your heart out as best I could, 
without leaving the smallest string thereof in your breast. I wiped 
it with a kerchief of point-lace and set out on the run for France, 


having first laid your body in the bosom of the earth with tears 
sufficient to wash my hands and cleanse me from the blood got 
from travelling in your reins. More by token, O cousin of my 
soul, at the first village after Roncesvalles I salted down the 
heart a mite, lest it smell and that it might come, if not fresh, at 
least dry and clean into the presence of the Jady Belerma. She 
and you and I and Guadiana your armour-bearer, and the dame 
Ruidera, her seven daughters and two nieces, together with many 
others of your friends and aquaintance, are held enchanted here 
by the sage Merlin these many years, and though already five 
hundred have passed, none of us is dead. 

' ' Ruidera, her daughter and nieces abide no longer with us, 
for them Merlin, moved doubtless by compassion for their tears, 
converted into as many lakes, which now in the world of the 
living and the province of La Mancha are called the lakes of 
Ruidera. Seven belong to the kings of Spain, and the two nieces 
to the knights of the most holy order of Saint John. Your shield- 
bearer Guadiana, likewise bewailing your fate, bearing his own 
name became a river, which, on reaching the surface and seeing 
the sun of another sky, sank back again into the bowels of the 
earth — such was his sense of the loss of you. Nevertheless, not 
being able to check his natural flow, from time to time he rises 
and appears where the sun and the sons of men behold him. 
The lakes of Ruidera supply him with their waters, with which 
and many others he enters with pomp and pride into Portugal. 
And yet, where'er he flows, he betrays his grief and melancholy, 
nor is he pleased to breed in his current fish toothsome and 
esteemed, but coarse ones rather and tasteless, quite unlike those 
of the golden Tagus. 

' ' But all this that now I tell, cousin, I have told you many, 
many times before, but as you never reply, I fear that either you 
don't believe or don't hear me, and God only knows what I 
suffer thereby. But to-day have I hit on a bit of real news which, 
though it assuage not your sorrow, will in no way increase it. 
Know that you have before you (open your eyes and you will 
see him) that great knight of whom so many things sage Merlin 
has prophesied, that Don Quijote de La Mancha, who anew and 



with better success than in former ages has revived in the present 
one the already forgotten order of knight-errantry, by whose 
means and favour we may be disenchanted, since great deeds 
for great men are reserved. ' ' And if this shall not be, O cousin,' 
sighed the wounded Durandarte in a low \yoice of despair, 
' failing that, my counsel is. Patience and shuffle the cards ; ' 
and turning on one side he sank into his old silence with never 
a word more. 

' Just then loud outcries and lamentations mingled with deep 
groans and sobs of pain were heard throughout the palace, and 
when I turned, I saw through the crystal walls a two-filed 
procession of fairest maidens, clad in mourning with white 
turbans on their heads, Turkish fashion. Behind walked a lady, 
at least her grave demeanour so betokened, likewise clothed 
in black, with white veil so ample and flowing as to kiss the 
ground. Her turban was twice the size of the biggest of the others. 
Her eyebrows met, her nose seemed rather flat, her mouth large 
and her lips red. Her teeth, for occasionally she showed them, 
appeared scattered and ill-placed, though white as peeled almonds. 
In her hands she bore a fine kerchief and resting therein I 
glimpsed a heart of mummy-flesh, it looked so dry and withered. 

' Montesinos informed me that these persons were servants of 
Durandarte and Belerma, enchanted along with their lord and 
mistress. She always brought up the rear with the heart in her 
kerchief, since four days a week they formed that procession and 
sang, or better say wept, dirges over the body and lacerated 
heart of his cousin. If Belerma looked rather plain to me, or not 
so fair as report painted, the cause was the bad nights and worse 
days of her enchantment, as could be seen by the dark circles 
under her eyes and her sickly colour, not due to the common 
ailment of women, since not for months and years had she been 
subject thereto, but to the grief her heart felt for that other heart 
she ever holds in her hands. It renews in her breast and brings 
to her mind the tragedy of her ill-fated lover. Otherwise, said 
he, the great Dulcinea del Toboso, though renowned in all those 
parts and even throughout the world, would scarce equal her 
beauty, grace and bearing. 


' ' Gome, come, Senor Montesinos, ' quoth I then ; ' tell your 
tale as it comes, knowing that all comparison is odious and 
there's no reason to compare aught with aught. The peerless 
Dulcinea is what she is and the lady Belerma what she is and 
has been, and there let it rest. ' ' Senor Don Quijote, I crave par- 
don, for I confess I did wrong and said ill, since 'twas enough 
for me to have known that your worship was her knight, as I 
did by some token or other, to have bit out my tongue before 
comparing Dulcinea with aught save heaven. ' "With this satisfac- 
tion paid me by the great Montesinos I quieted my heart from 
the shock of hearing my lady likened to Belerma. ' ' Indeed I 
marvel, ' exclaimed Sancho, ' that you didn't get the old boy 
under you, kick his bones to splinters and tear out every hair of 
his head. ' ' Nay, Sancho friend, 'twas not fitting, since we're 
bound to respect the aged though not knights, but chiefly such 
as are and enchanted to boot. I know I owe him naught on the 
many other questions and answers that passed between us. ' 

The cousin now spoke up saying : ' I cannot understand, Senor 
Don Quijote, how you could have seen so much and held such 
long conversation in so short a space of time. ' ' How long 
was I ?' ' A trifle over au hour, ' declared Sancho. ' You must 
be mistaken, for the sun rose and set three times ; according to 
my reckoning I was in those parts three days, removed and 
hidden from you. ' ' My master must be right, for all things 
befall him by enchantment and it might well be that what to us 
seemed an hour, down there to him would seen three days and 
nights. ' ' Even so, ' said Don Quijote. ' And did you break fast 
in all that time?' asked the cousin.' ' Not by a mouthful, nor was 
I hungry, even in thought. ' ' And do the enchanted eat ? ' ' No, 
nor defecate, though 'tis reported that their nails, hair and beard 
grow. ' ' And do they sleep perhaps ? ' queried the squire. 
' Certainly no ; at least in the three days I abode there, none so 
much as closed an eye, and I as little. ' 

' Here, ' said Sancho, ' fits in well the proverb that says. Tell 
me the company you keep, and I will tell you what you are. Your 
worship's companions were enchanted, fasting and wide-awake 
fellows, so 'tis no wonder you neither slept nor ate while with 


them, though, craving pardon, sir, may God, I was about to say 
the devil, take me, if I believe one vsrord of it all. ' ' Hovsr not ? 
quoth the cousin ; ' is it for Senor Don Quijote to lie ? Though he 
had vpished to, there wasn't time to make up or imagine so many 
myriads of falsehoods. ' ' I don't think he lied, ' responded San- 
cho. ' What do you think ? ' asked the knight. ' I think that yon 
Merlin or whoever it was that enchanted all that motley crew 
you say you saw and communicated with there below dumped 
into your mind or noddle the heap of rubbish you've already told 
us and all there is to tell. ' 

' That might be the case, Sancho, but it isn't, for what I have 
related, I beheld with mine own eyes and touched with these 
very hands. And what will you say when I tell that among other 
things and marvels that Montesinos showed me (which at leisure 
and on fit occasions I'll rehearse in the course of our journey, 
since now they'ld be out of place), he pointed out three peasant- 
girls, who about those charming fields went frisking and frolicing 
like she-goats. Scarce had I observed when I recognised in one 
of them the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso and in the others the 
two that accompanied her and with whom we spoke just outside 
el Toboso. I asked Montesinos did he know them. He answered 
nay but he supposed them ladies of quality under enchantment ; 
they had been there a few days only. I mustn't be surprised at 
this, he added, for many other ladies both of past and present 
were enchanted down there under different and outlandish 
figures, among whom he recognised Queen Guinevere and her 
duenna Quintaiiona, the one that poured wine for Lancelot when 
from Brittany he came. ' 

On hearing this last speech Sancho thought he would lose 
his wits or die altogether of laughter, inasmuch as he knew the 
truth of the feigned enchantment of Dulcinea, whereof he had 
been the enchanter and chief witness. Now he knew beyond 
reasonable doubt that his lord was a lackwit, an all-round 
madman ; so he said : ' By evil accident, at a worse season 
and on a fatal day, dear patron mine, did your worship descend 
into the lower world, and hapless the hour you fell in with 
Senor Montesinos who has so changed you for us. Heretofore 


your worship was clothed and in your right mind, such as God 
gave you, speaking maxims and giving counsel at every turn ; 
not in the least as you are now, uttering the wildest absurdities 
imaginable.' ' Knowing you, Sancho, I heed not your words.' 
' And I as little your worship's, though you strike, nay, kill me 
for those I've said or those I shall say, unless your worship 
correct and amend yours. But tell me, sir, now we are at peace, 
how or by what token did you recognise our lady ? if you spake 
to her, what did you say and what did she reply ? ' 

' I knew her by her clothes, the same she wore when you 
first pointed her out. I spake but she answered not a word ; 
indeed she turned her back and flew off with such speed an 
arrow wouldn't have reached her. I was about to follow and 
should have done so, had not Montesinos warned me not to 
take vain trouble — the more that the hour was approaching for 
my ascent from the cavern. He said too that in course of time 
he'ld advise me how himself, Belerma, Durandarte and the others 
were to be disenchanted. But of all I saw and noted there below 
the thing that distressed me most was that while Montesinos 
thus conversed with me, there drew near from one side without 
my seeing her one of cheerless Dulcinea's companions, saying 
in low and tremulous voice and with tears : ' My lady Dulcinea 
del Toboso kisses your worship's hands and beseeches you as 
ardently as possible to be pleased to lend on this new dimity 
petticoat a half-dozen reals or as many as you have, which she 
promises very soon to repay. ' 

' I was struck dumb by this request, but at length, turning to 
my guide, said : ' Is it possible, Seiior Montesinos, the enchanted 
of quality suffer need?' ' Believe me, Senor Don Quijote de La 
Mancha, this they call need obtains everywhere and visits all : 
not even the enchanted does it pass. And since the lady sends 
to borrow the six reals and the security appears sound, there's 
naught but to give them, since she is doubtless sore pressed. ' 
' The security I refuse, ' I replied, ' nor can I lend all she 
demands, for I have but four reals on my person. ' These I 
handed her — the ones you, Sancho, gave me the other day to 
give to the poor we met along our road. In addition I said : ' Tell 


your mistress, friends, that her cares weigh on my heart and I 
would I were a Fugger to remedy them. I'ld also have her know 
that I cannot nor ought to enjoy health while bereft of her pleas- 
ant company and discreet conversation, and I supplicate her as 
ardently as possible to be good enough to let herself be seen and 
communicated with by this her humble servant and wayworn 
adventurer. You will say as well that when least she looks for 
it she'll hear I've taken vow and oath after the manner of the 
Marquis of Mantua for avenging his nephew Baldwin, whom he 
found expiring on the monntain. This oath was not to eat bread 
off a cloth, with other trifles named therein, till he had avenged 
the other's death. This now shall I do, nor rest from visiting the 
seven parts of the world with even greater diligence than Prince 
Pedro of Portugal, until I disenchant her. ' 

' The damsel then made answer : ' All this and more your 
worship owes my lady ; ' and taking the four reals instead of a 
low bow she cut a caper that raised her two yards in the air. ' 
' As the Lord liveth ! ' cried Sancho, ' can such things be? can 
enchanters and entchantments have such power as to turn my 
master's sound judgment into crazy nothings ? O senor, senor, 
for the love of God look to yourself. For your honour's sake 
come back, no longer putting trust in these phantoms that have 
rifled you and made away with your wits. ' ' I know you wish 
me well in so speaking, Sancho, but you are not versed in the 
things of the world, and all a little difficult seem to you impos- 
sible. But the time will come, as I said before, when I shall 
relate certain of my experiences there below that will make you 
believe those already given, the truth whereof admits not of 
doubt or reply. ' 




A thousand trifles both necessary and impertinent to the 
true understanding of this great history 

HE that translated this great history from Gid Hamet Benen- 
geli's original says that on coming to the chapter of the 
cave of Montesinos adventure he found written in the margin in 
Hamet's own writing these words : 

' I cannot believe nor am I able to persuade myself that all 
that is written in the accompanying chapter actually befell our 
worthy Don Quijote. All the adventures so far met with have 
been feasible and likely, but this one of the cave has no chance, 
as far as I can see, of being regarded as fact, since it passes far 
beyond the bounds of reason. But for me to think that Don 
Qaijote, the soal of truth and noblest knight of his times, lied, 
is not possible : he wouldn't have perjured himself had they 
pierced him with arrows. Moreover, I reflect that relating it 
with all the present details he couldn't have invented so much 
nonsense in so short a time. If this adventure appear apocryphal 
therefore, mine is not the blame, for I record it without affirm- 
ing it true or false. Do you, reader, since you are discreet, judge 
of it as it appears to you, for I neither can nor should do more. 
One thing is certain that at the time of his death he is said to 
have retracted it, confessing he had evolved it out of his own 
consciousness, since it squared so well with the adventures 
described in his books of chivalry. ' Then the historian proceeds 
with the narrative saying : 

The cousin was amazed both at Sancho's boldness and his 
master's patience with him, and judged that from the pleasure 
experienced by the latter at the sight of his Dulcinea, though 
under enchantment, arose the amiablity he now gave evidence of ; 
otherwise the words and speeches of Sancho should have got 
him a beating, for verily the squire had appeared impudent. To 
the master the cousin now said : 


' I, Senor Don Quijote, consider this day as exceedingly well 
spent, for on it 1 have gained four things. First of all, I have 
formed your worship's acquaintance, which I count great felicity. 
Secondly, I have learned what lies hidden in the cave of Monte- 
sinos, together with the mutations of the Guadiana and of the 
lakes of Rnidera, which will serve me for the Spanish Ovid I 
have in the works. Thirdly, I now know the age of playing-cards, 
that they were already employed in Charlemagne's time, as may 
be gathered from the words you report Durandarte as using when 
at the end of Montesinos' long harangue he wakened and said. 
Patience and shuffle the cards. The enchanted one could have 
learned such a spirit and manner of speaking nowhere save in 
France under that emperor. And this discovery comes very apt 
for the other book I am composing, namely the Supplement to 
Polydore Virgil on the Invention of Antiquities. This author, 
I believe, doesn't think to date the antiquity of playing cards, so 
I shall now, which will be of considerable importance, especially 
as I can quote so exact and serious an authority as Senor Duran- 
darte. The fourth and last thing whereby I have profited this 
day is having learned with certitude the source of the Guadiana, 
heretofore unknown. ' 

' Your worship has reason to be grateful, ' replied Don Qui- 
jote ; ' but I should be interested to hear, provided God favour 
you to the extent that a license is granted for the printing of 
these books, which I doubt, to whom you think to dedicate 
them.' ' There are enough grandees and nobles in Spain.' ' There 
are not many to whom they could be addressed ; not that these 
lords don't deserve this attention, but because they don't care to 
be bound to the debt of gratitude apparently owed an author 
for his labour and courtesy. One nobleman I know that could 
supply the lack of others and in such good measure that dared 
I say how bountifully I might awaken envy in more than one 
generous breast. But let's leave this to a fitter time and go and 
seek where we may pass the night. ' 

' Not far hence, ' offered the cousin, ' is a hermitage where 
dwells a man said once to have been a soldier and believed to 
be a good Christian, a clever talker and hospitable besides. 


Nearby stands a small cottage, built at his own cost, which 
though small is large enough to receive guests.' ' Would he be 
likely to keep hens? ' queried Sancho. ' Few are without them,' 
replied Don Quijote ; ' nowadays hermits are not as were their 
brothers of the Egyptian deserts, who clad themselves with palm- 
leaves and lived on roots of the trees. Don't think however that 
in praising those I disparage these : I merely maintain that the 
penances endured by modern hermits don't approach the rigid 
disciplines undergone by the ancient. At the same time all may 
be good men : at least I ever so judge them, and at worst the 
hypocrite pretending to goodness does less harm than the flagrant 
sinner. ' 

"While thus discoursing they saw approaching a man walking 
briskly, striking a mule laden with lances and halberds. Drawing 
near he saluted and passed on, but Don Quijote called after 
him : ' Stay a while, my good man ; it looks as if you travelled 
too fast for the mule. ' ' I can't delay, sir, for this armour must 
do duty to-morrow and so I bid you farewell. Would you know 
why I carry it, to-night I lodge in the inn above the hermitage 
and if that be your direction, there you will find me and hear 
wonders ; and good-bye again. ' With this he pricked his mule 
so strenuously that our knight had no time to ask what were 
these marvels, and being a bit curious and eager ever for new 
knowledge he ordered that they set out at once and pass the 
night at that inn, not touching at the hermitage as the cousin had 

All three mounted and took the straight road to the hostelry, 
where they arrived a little before dusk. The cousin moved Don 
Quijote that they wander down to the hermitage for a quaff. No 
sooner did Sancho hear this than he turned Dapple thither, 
followed by his companions. But his ill-luck apparently had it 
that the hermit was away from home — so said his deputy whom 
they found within. And when they asked her for some of the 
dear good stuff, she replied her master had none but that wished 
they cheap water, she'ld be happy to give it. ' Had it been a 
water-thirst, ' said Sancho, ' there were enough wells by the 
roadside to have quenched it. Ah, ye nuptials of Gamacho and 


plenty of Don Diego's house, how oft have I missed you ! ' 
They accordingly turned back to the inn, soon overtaking a 
youth, walking rather slowly ahead of them. On his shoulder he 
carried a sword with a bundle swung from it, supposedly 
containing clothes. These might be his breeches, cloak and a sark 
or two, for all he had on was a short velvet jacket worn shiny 
like satin, beneath which his shirt-tail appeared. His stockings 
were of silk and his hoes squared after the court manner. He was 
perhaps of eighteen or nineteen years, showed a merry coun- 
tenance and looked slight of body. To beguile the tedium of his 
way he sang ditties and as they came up was singing the last 
verse of one (which the cousin noted in memory) running as 
follows : 

For want of cloth and bread 
To the wars I must go ; 
If I were rich instead, 
This would never be so. 

Don Quijote was the first to accost him saying : ' You travel 
very lightly, sir gallant, and whither bound, if you care to tell ? ' 
To this the stripling replied : ' The lightness of my dress is due 
to heat and poverty, and I am bound for the wars. ' ' How due 
to poverty ? ' asked the knight ; ' because of the heat it may 
well be. ' ' In this bundle, ' replied the lad, ' are a pair of velvet 
breeches, companions to this jacket. If I wear them out on the 
road, I couldn't sport them in the city, and as I haven't means 
to buy others, as well as to keep cool, I go as I am till I reach, 
not twelve leagues hence, certain companies of infantry, with 
whom I shall enlist. Thence there will be baggage-wagons in 
which to travel to the port of embarcation, said to be Cartagena. 
For rid rather have the king for my lord and master and serve 
him in war than some penniless duffer at court. ' 

' And does your worship get a bounty perchance ? ' enquired 
the cousin. ' Had I served some Spanish grandee or other titled 
personage, I reckon I could, for that is what helps the faithful and 
sends them up from the servants'-hall to be ensigns or captains 
or some good pay. But I, to my sorrow, have always been in the 
hire of fortune-hunters and adventurers, who were on pay and 


ration so wretchedly small that to keep ruffs in starch made away 
with half, and 'twould be considered a miracle if a page-adven- 
turer like myself had any luck, no matter how slight. ' ' But 
tell me on your life, friend, ' questioned Don Quljote, ' do you 
mean to say that in all the years you have served others you 
never donned a livery ? ' ' Two ; but even as some religious 
houses remove the habit and return his clothes to one that leaves 
before making profession, so my masters returned mine when, 
having finished their business at court, they came home, taking 
back the liveries they had given but for show. ' 

' A notable spilorceria (stinginess) ! as the Italians would say, ' 
exclaimed Don Quijote ; ' but withal you are fortunate in having 
left court on so worthy a quest, for naught on earth is of greater 
honour and profit than first to serve God and next your king 
and natural lord, especially in the exercise of arms, which win, 
if not greater riches, at least more worship than letters, as I have 
maintained again and a^gain. Though letters may have founded 
more estates, arms has I know not what of advantage : a certain 
I know not what of glory is found in soldiers, surpassing all. 
And this that I am now to say, keep in memory, since 'twill be 
of great service and comfort in your labours. It is that you dis- 
miss from your mind all fear of misfortunes, for the worst is 
death, and be it honourable, the greatest of all things is to die. 
They once asked Julius Caesar, that worthy Roman emperor, 
which was the best death. He replied that which came unexpect- 
ed, of a sudden and unforseen. Though he answered as a pagan 
without knowledge of the true God, he said well, as far as the 
sparing of human suffering is concerned. Though they kill you 
in the first engagement and onset, whether by cannon-ball or 
springing of a mine, what matters it ? it's all dying and the 
thing is done ; and according to Terence better appears a soldier 
dead on the battle-field than alive in flight. 

' The good soldier wins so much of fame as he has shown of 
obedience to his captains and others in comand. This too observe, 
my son : that to the fighter powder smells sweeter than civet ; 
and should old age still find you in this honourable calling, 
though you may be covered with wounds and crippled or lame. 


at least it cannot find you without honour, and such honour 
as no poverty can cloud ; the more as 'tis being ordered that old 
and crippled soldiers shall have care and relief. Nor is it just 
that they be treated like negro-slaves who, when too old for 
service, are driven from estates with the title of freemen, though 
thereby made bondmen of hunger, wherefrom they have no hope 
of release save in death. For the nonce I'll say no more, but do 
you mount the crupper of this my steed till we reach the inn. 
There shall we sup together and in the morning you can pursue 
your journey, which may God grant as successful as your inten- 
tions deserve. ' 

The page accepted the invitation to supper but refused that to 
the crupper ; and at the end Sancho is said to have murmured to 
himself : ' God bless thee for a master ! is it possible that one 
who can speak so many and such good things as he has now 
spoken, should say he has seen all that impossible clap-trap of the 
cave of Montesinos ? Ah, well, time will tell.' They reached the 
inn just as night shut down, not without pleasure to the squire 
who saw that his master took it for a plain, ordinary inn and 
not a castle, as was his wont. No sooner had they entered than 
Don Quijote enquired for the man with lances and halberds and 
the innkeeper informed him he was in the stable attending to his 
mule. The cousin and Sancho did the same for their live-stock, 
according the best berth and manger to Rocinante. 


The adventure of the braying and the rare one of the 

puppet -showman, together with memorable divinations 

of the divining ape 

As the saying runs, the bread wouldn't bake for Don Qui- 
jote till he had heard and informed himself of the wonders 
promised by the porter of the arms. He therefore searched for 
him in the stable and when he had found him, asked the fellow 
to deliver at once whatever he had to say in answer to the ques- 

XXV THE ape's divinations 397 

tion put to him on the road. ' The story of the wonders I have 
to tell, ' replied the man, ' must be told at more leisure and not 
standing. Pray, sir, let me finish feeding my mule and I'll then 
tell things to surprise you. ' ' Let it not wait for that, ' said Don 
Quijote, ' for I'll give you a lift all around ; ' and so he did, 
sifting the barley and cleaning the manger — humility that forced 
the other to tell with good-will the story asked of him. Seating 
himself on the inn-bench next Quijote, and having as a senate 
and audience the cousin, page, Sancho Panza and the innkeeper, 
be made this beginning : 

' Your worship must be told that in a village lying four and a 
half leages from this inn a certain alderman through the deception 
and trickery of his maid-servant (it's a long story) lost an ass, 
and though he made most thorough search, could not discover 
him. Fifteen days may have passed, so 'tis said and recorded, 
when, as the alderman loitered in the plaza, another alderman 
of the same village thus accosted him : ' Hand over the reward, 
brother, for your ass has been found.' ' So I will and a handsome 
one but first tell me where. ' ' Off on the mountain ; I saw him 
this morning without pannel or trappings and wofully thin. I 
tried to catch him but he was so shy and wild that, as I drew 
near, he ran and disappeared in the deep woods. Let us return, 
if you like, and hunt him out. I'll first leave this jenny at home 
and be back at once. ' ' Greatly shall I be your debtor and shall 
try to pay you in the same coin. ' With these particulars and 
in the very manner I now relate it the tale is told by all in a 
position to know. 

' In short the two alderman went on foot and hand in hand 
off to the mountain and arriving at the place where they expected 
to find the ass, found not a trace of it in all those parts, though 
long their search. When at length the animal did not appear, the 
alderman that had seen it said to the other : ' Look, friend, I 
have hit on a scheme whereby we can certainly discover the little 
beast, though buried in the bowels of the earth, let alone the 
wood. It is that I know how to bray marvellously and if you can 
bray a little, consider the business as done. ' ' A little you say ! 
i'faith I yield to no man, nay, not to asses themselves. ' ' Well, 


let US see, for my scheme is that you make the circuit of the hill 
on one side and I on the other till we meet, and from time to 
time do you bray and I'll bray, and the ass is sure to hear and 
bray in reply, if he be anywhere about. ' To this the owner 
answered : ' The scheme is capital, brother, and worthy your 
great wit : ' and the two accordingly separated. 

' But it fell out that, entering the wood, both brayed at the 
same time, and each, deceived by the other's braying, hurried in 
search, thinking it the ass. On meeting, the first alderman said : 
' Is it possible, brother, that it wasn't mine ass that brayed?' 
' 'Twas only I, ' replied the other. ' Then all I can say is that, 
as far as braying is concerned, 'twixt you and an ass there's not 
the slightest diflference, for in all my life I've never seen or heard 
anything more natural. ' ' Such extreme praises, ' replied the 
originator of the scheme, ' fit you better than me, brother, for 
by the God that made me you can give two brays handicap to 
the best and most experienced brayer known. Your note is high, 
pitch of the voice in tune and compass, the cadences come thick 
and fast. In short I confess my defeat and grant you the palm 
of victory and the colours of this singular accomplishment. ' 
' Henceforth, ' replied the owner, ' I shall think better of myself, 
and since I have this one grace, consider that I know something. 
Though I hoped I was braying well, I never imagined 'twas as 
fine as you say.' ' There are rare gifts lost in this world,' replied 
the second, ' and many wasted on persons that don't know their 
use. ' ' Mine ', returned the owner of the ass, ' isn't likely to 
benefit save on occasions similar to this, in which, please God, 
may it bring luck. ' 

' This said, they returned to their brayings, but at each outbreak 
they were fooled and came together, until they devised two 
brays in succession as a countersign to show they were them- 
selves and not the ass. Yet with this doubling of their calls 
throughout those woods not once did the lost beast reply ; how 
could he, since the ill-fated creature lay in the thickest of the 
undergrowth devoured by wolves? On finding him the owner 
said : ' I was indeed surprised that he didn't acknowledge our 
salutes for, had be not been dead, he'ld surely have brayed or he 

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were no ass. However, by reason of having heard you bray and 
with such rare grace, brother, I consider I have profited by the 
labour spent in his search, though I found him dead. ' ' After 
you, friend ; if the abbot sings well, the acolyte isn't far behind.' 
In bad humour and hoarse voice they made their way back to 
the village, where they related to their friends, neighbours and 
acquaintances all that had occurred in their search for the ass, 
each enlarging on the other's skill in braying. 

' All this was hawked abroad through the surrounding villages 
and the devil, that never sleeps and delights in sowing discord 
and enmity everywhere, raising calumnies in the wind and great 
confusion out of nothing, brought it about that the folk of the 
adjacent towns, on meeting any from ours, commenced to bray, 
as if to throw in our faces the braying of our aldermen. The 
small boys took it up, which was like giving it into the hands 
and mouths of all the fiends of hell. The braying has spread 
from village to village to the extent that the natives of our own 
are now universally known as brayers, as surely as are negroes 
dififerentialed from whites. And so far has the unlucky joke been 
carried, that more than once the brayers have sallied forth 
against the jesters in armed squadrons, without king or Roque 
or fear or shame being able to prevent it. To-morrow, I believe, 
or the day following, the people of my town, the braying one, 
intend to take the field against those of another about two leagues 
off and foremost among our persecutors, and that they may go 
forth well-prepared I bought those halberds and lances you saw 
me carrying. These are the marvels I said I had to tell you, and 
though you don't think them such, I have no others. ' 

Just as the good man gave an end to this his story, there 
entered the inn-door one clad in chamois-hose, breeches and 
doublet, calling in a loud voice : ' Seiior host, have you room ? 
here comes the divining ape and the puppet-show of the Rescue 
of Melisendra. ' ' Body of me ! ' exclaimed the innkeeper, ' if 
here isn't Master Pedro ! a fine evening is in store for us. ' I forgot 
to mention that said Pedro had his left eye and almost half the 
cheek covered with a patch of green taffeta, as if something 
ailed that side of his face. And the innkeeper added : ' Your 


worship is indeed welcome, friend ; but where are the ape and 
show ? ' ' Coming, ' replied he of the chamois-skin ; ' I hurried 
on ahead to learn if there were room. ' ' I'M turn out the Duke 
of Alva to make quarters for Master Pedro, ' replied the host ; 
' fetch them along, for people are stopping here to-night that will 
pay to see them. ' ' So be it and well, ' replied he of the patch; 
' I'll lower the price of admission and with bare expenses met 
rest satisfied. I'll go and fetch the cart in which they travel ; ' and 
therewith he left the inn. Don Quijote at once questioned the host 
as to who this Master Pedro was, and what the show and ape 
he carried. 

' The fellow is famous as a puppet-showman, who now for 
some time past has been going about this La Mancha of Aragon, 
exhibiting a puppet-show entitled the Rescue of Melisendra hy 
the celebrated Don Gaiferos, and believe me 'tis one of the rarest 
and best acted stories seen for many years in this part of the 
kingdom. He also carries an ape vith him of the strangest talent 
ever known among apes or, 'tis thought, among men. To whatever 
is asked he listens attentively and then, springing upon his 
master's shoulder, whispers the reply in the ear of Master Pedro, 
who straightway declares it. Of the past he reveals more than 
of the present, and though not always right, so seldom fails that 
we're led to think the devil's in him. Two reals he gets for every 
question, provided he reply — if his master, that is, reply for him 
after the ape has muttered in his ear. 'Tis supposed therefore 
that this Pedro is very rich ; at any rate he's a gallant fellow and 
a boon companion, as they say in Italy, and leads the best life in 
the world. He talks more than six, drinks more than a dozen — 
all at the cost of his tongue, his ape and the puppets. ' 

Master Pedro was now back again and in his cart came the 
show and the ape, a large tailless fellow with buttocks bare like 
felt ; but his visage was not a bad one. Scarce had Don Quijote 
seen him when he said : ' Tell me, your worship, sefior diviner, 
what fish do we catch ? what's in store for us ? See, here are my 
two reals ; ' bidding Sancho give the money to Master Pedro, 
who replied for the ape : ' This animal, sir, doesn't inform or 
answer correctly concerning things that are to come. Of the past 

XXV THE ape's divinations 401 

he knows a thing or two and of the present still more. ' ' I swear 
by Rus, ' quoth Sancho, ' I wouldn't give a farthing for them 
to tell me what has passed in my life, for who knows it better 
than myself ? and to pay to hear what I already know would be 
foolishness. But if he knows the present, here are my two reals, 
and tell me, goodman monkey, what's my wife Teresa Panza 
doing now ? how does she cheer herself ? ' Master Pedro refused 
to take the money, saying : ' I prefer to receive the pay after the 
service,' giving with his right hand two slaps to his left shoulder. 
With one leap the ape jumped thereon and putting his mouth 
to his master's ear began to chatter rapidly, and having kept up 
this operation for the space of a credo with another leap jumped 
down again. Master Pedro immediately knelt before Don Quijote 
and clutching his legs thus addressed him : 

' When I embrace these legs it's as if I embraced the pillars 
of Hercules, O illustrious renewed of long -forgotten errantry ! 

thou never-adequately-praised Don Quijote de La Mancha, 
courage of the sick-at-heart,; crutch of the falling, arm of the 
fallen, staff and good counsel to all wretched humanity ! ' The 
knight was thunder-struck, Panza thrown into a cold sweat, the 
cousin astonished, the page amazed, the man from Braytown 
stupified and the innkeeper utterly dumfounded to know what 
to make of it : in short all were appalled that heard these words 
of the showman, who now proceeded : ' And thou, O good 
Sancho Panza, the best squire of the best knight in the world, 
rejoice that thy good wife Teresa is well and at this moment 
combing a pound of flax. More by token she has by her left side 
a broken-lipped pitcher containing a quantum of wine and 'tis 
with this she cheers herself. ' ' I can well believe it, ' returned 
Sancho, ' for she's a blessed one, and were she not so jealous 

1 wouldn't swap her for the giantess Andandona who, master 
says, was all there. My Teresa is not one to let herself fare ill, 
though her heirs pay for it. ' 

' Now do I assert, ' said Don Quijote, ' that he that reads and 
travels much, sees many sights and gains much knowledge. For 
what mere argument would have persuaded me there were apes 
in the world that divine, as now I have seen with mine own 



eyes, since I am that very Quijote this animal has named. He has 
strained himself a bit in my praise, but whatever I be, thank 
Heaven I am endowed with a gentle and compassionate nature, 
inclined to do good to all and evil to none. ' ' Had I money, ' 
spoke up the page, ' I should ask mister ape what my luck will 
be on my journey. ' To this Master Pedro, who had raised him- 
self from Don Quijote's feet, replied : ' I've just said that the little 
beast doesn't answer concerning the future ; if he could, money 
would be no object, since for the service of this knight I would 
forego all the earnings in the world. And now as I am in his debt 
and to afford him pleasure, I'm going to make ready my puppets 
and amuse you all free of charge. ' The keeper was overjoyed 
and pointed out the place where the show might be set up. 

Our hero was not wholly satisfied with the ape's divinations, 
since it seemed preposterous that a mere animal could divine 
past or future. Accordingly, while Pedro was preparing his 
show, he retired with Sancho to a corner of the stable where, 
unheard of any, he said to him : ' Well, brother, I've been 
carefully considering the extraordinary talent of this ape and I 
have arrived at the conclusion that Master Pedro has a pact, 
tacit or expressed, with Satan. ' ' If the pack comes expressed 
from the devil, ' said Sancho, ' 'tis sure to be a dirty one. But 
what use are packs to this fellow Pedro ?' ' You misunderstand 
me, friend : I mean to say he must have made a bargain with 
Satan whereby the ape is gifted with this peculiar talent. That is 
the way he makes a living, and when he becomes rich, he'll 
give the devil his soul which is what mankind's universal enemy 
aims at. 

' What inclines me to this belief is the fact that the ape only 
tells of the past or present — the exact extent of the devil's 
knowledge. The future he knows only by conjecture and inter- 
mittently, for to God alone is reserved to know the times and 
seasons and with him there is no past or future. This being true, 
as it is, 'tis clear that this ape speaks after the manner of the 
devil and I wonder that he hasn't been denounced to the Holy 
Office, brought up for examination and the truth wrung from him 
as to by whose power he divines. For 'tis certain he's no astrol- 

XXV THE ape's divinations 403 

oger : neither he nor his master knows how to raise those figures 
termed judiciary, now of such common use in Spain that there's 
no maid-servant, page or old cobbler that doesn't presume to raise 
a figure as easily as pick up a knave of cards, making the won- 
derful truths of science ridiculous by their ignorance and lies. 

' I know of a certain woman that asked one of those horoscope- 
makers whether or no her little lap-dog bitch would breed and 
bring forth, how many and what the colour of the pups. To this, 
after drawing the figure, sir astrologer replied yes, she would 
breed and bear three pups, one green, one flesh -colour and the 
third motley, provided she were covered 'twixt eleven and twelve, 
day or night, on Monday or Saturday. What occurred was that 
in two days the bitch died of colic, but sir horoscoper won great 
reputation in his art, like all or most of them. ' ' None the less, ' 
replied Sancho, ' I would that you ask the ape whether what 
befell your worship in the cave of Montesinos was true or not 
for, begging your pardon, I still must think it all humbug and a 
lie, or at best a dream. ' ' It may have been, ' replied his master, 
' and I'll do what you advise, though I am still a little skeptical 
of the ape's power. ' 

Master Pedro now came to tell Don Quijote that the show was 
ready, urging his presence, since he would find it worth his 
while. Our knight mentioned his doubt with regard to the ape 
and asked that first he enquire of the beast whether certain things 
that befell in the cave of Montesinos were dreams or realities ; 
to his own mind they partook of the nature of each. Without a 
word Master Pedro went for the diviner and returning with him 
said : ' Look you, seiior ape, this gentleman would know whether 
certain things that befell him in the so-called cave of Montesinos 
were true or false ; ' and answering the customary signal the ape 
jumped to his left shoulder, appearing to speak in the ear of his 
master, who then said : ' He replies that some of the things 
your worship saw or experienced in said cave where false and 
some plausible, and that this is all he knows regarding this 
question and would your worship learn further in the matter, 
on Friday next he'll answer all that may be asked him. At 
present his power has failed and won't return till said day. ' 


' Didn't I tell you, ' said Sancho, ' that I couldn't bring myself 
to believe all you told concerning the cave, nor even half? ' 

' Events will show, ' said the knight, ' for time, revealer of all 
things, leaves naught unexposed to the light of day, though 
hidden in the bowels of the earth. Enough for the present, since 
now we're to witness the puppet-show, which doubtless contains 
some novelty. ' ' How some ! ' exlaimed the owner ; ' sixty 
thousand novelties are contained in this show of mine. I tell 
your worship, Senor Don Qaijote, 'tis one of the finest spec- 
tacles in the world. But operibus credite et non verbis, and all 
hands to work, for 'tis getting late and there's much to do, much 
to say and much to show. ' Master and man obeyed, coming to 
where the show was set up in full view, lit on every side with 
little wax tapers, making a glorious display. Master Pedro 
stationed himself behind the scenes to manipulate the puppets, 
and in front, as interpreter and revealer of the mysteries, stood 
a lad that with a wand pointed out the various figures as they 
appeared. When all in the inn were in place, some standing and 
Don Quijote, Sancho, the page and the cousin in the best seats 
in front, the dragoman began to say what he well hear or read 
that reads or hears the following chapter. 


The charming episode of the puppet -player continued, 
together with other passages in truth sufficiently good 

TYRiANS and Trojans were silent all : in other words the 
spectators were hanging on the lips of the interpreter of 
these marvels, when they heard kettle-drums and trumpets sound 
within and a heavy discharge of cannon, whose thunder, however, 
soon died away, and straight the lad called out : ' This true 
history, here presented to your worships, is taken scene by scene 
from the French chronicles and Spanish ballads that are in the 
mouth of folk and children in these streets. It depicts the rescue 
by Senor Don Gaiferos of his wife Melisendra, held captive in 


Spain in the power of the Moors in the city of Sansuena, for 
so they called what we to-day call Saragossa. Here you see Don 
Gaiferos playing backgammon, according as 'tis sung : 

Gaiferos is at tables playing, 
Forgotten is his Melisendra. 

' Yon personage that with crown and sceptre now appears is 
Emperor Charlemagne, putative father to Melisendra. Wroth at 
seeing the sloth and supineness of his son-inlaw, he comes to 1- 
scold him. Observe the ardour and vehemence wherewith he \ 
does so ; one might think he was on the point of giving him half 
a dozen bruises with his sceptre. Indeed some authors say he did 
give them, and well laid on too. And having spoken considerably 
about the risk the other's honour ran in not succouring his wife, 
he is said to have exclaimed : 

Look to it ; I have said enough ! 

Next let your worships observe how the emperor turns away, 
leaving Don Gaiferos, who, impatient and petulant, flings the 
board and men from him and calls in haste for his armour, 
begging from his cousin Don Roland the loan of his sword 
Durindana. Don Roland, observe, refuses his request, offering 
instead his own person in this difficult undertaking. The valerous 
spit-fire will not accept of him, saying he alone is suflicient to 
rescue his spouse though hidden in the deepest centre of the 
earth. Therewith he arms himself, preparatory to setting out 
upon his quest. 

' Let your worships now turn your attention to yon tower that 
steals into view, for it represents one of the towers of the castle 
of Saragossa, to-day known as the Aljaferia. That lady, dressed 
after the Moorish fashion and standing in the balcony, is none 
other than the peerless Melisendra. This is not the first time she 
has come out there and, gazing along the road to France, let her 
imagination travel on to Paris and her husband, consoling her- 
self thus in her captivity. But here a strange thing occurs, one 
perhaps ne'er seen before. Do you not observe yon Moor that 
silently and on tiptoe, with finger to lips, steals up behind 
Melisendra ? Notice the kiss he gives her, square in the mouth. 


and the speed wherewith she spits it out and wipes it away with 
the white sleeve of her smock ; how she cries and tears her fair 
tresses as though they were to blame for the insult. Observe also 
this stately Moor in the corridor, Marsilio, Sansuena's king, who 
having glimpsed the first Moor's insolence, orders him, though 
his kinsman and great favourite, to be given two hundred lashes 
and driven through the crowded streets with criers before and 
bailiffs behind. You can see them about to administer the punish- 
ment, almost simultaneously with the crime, for among Moors 
there are no indictments and summonses and remands as 
with us. ' 

' Come, come, boy, ' exclaimed Don Quijote at this ; ' stick to 
your story and lead us not into curves and crossways. Proof 
upon proof is needful in getting at the facts. ' Also, from behind 
the scenes, was heard the voice of Master Pedro : ' Don't insert 
extras, my son ; do just as this gentleman says. Tell a plain tale 
and fly not off into counterpoints or you'll break the strings. ' 
' I'll remember, ' replied the lad, who continued saying : ' This 
figure, mounted and covered with a Gascony cloak, is our old 
friend Don Gaiferos, long expected by his wife who, avenged 
for the hardihood of the enamoured Moor, more at her ease again 
appears on the tower -balcony and speaks with her husband, 
taking him for some wayfarer. With him she passes the words" 
reported in the ballad : 

If thou, sir knight, to France should cross. 
Pray ask for Don Gaiferos ; 

more of which I'll not repeat, since from prolixity weariness 
is engendered. 

' 'Tis enough to notice that Don Gaiferos discovers himself, 
and that by the demonstrations of happiness on Melisendra's 
part we are given to understand that she recognises him ; more 
by token that we see her about to drop from the balcony onto 
the crupper of her good husband's steed. Alas, the poor wretch ! 
the flounce of her petticoat catches on the railing and there she 
hangs willy-nilly. Yet observe how pitiful Heaven succours us 
in great crises, for now Don Gaiferos comes and not caring 
whether the rich petticoat be torn or no lays hold of her and in 


spite of it brings her to the ground. With one toss he sets her 
astride on the crupper, bidding her hold on tight with arms about 
him lest she fall — the lady Melisendra not being used to such 
riding. The steed's neighs show how pleased he is with the brave 
and beautiful charges he carries in the persons of his lord and 
lady. There they're off and leaving the city joyously take the 
road to Paris. Go in peace, peerless pair of faithful lovers. May 
you reach in safety your longed-for fatherland, unimpeded by 
fortune on your blessed journey. May the eyes of your friends 
and relatives see you enjoy in tranquil peace the days (and may 
they be those of Nestor) still left of life. ' 

Again Master Pedro's voice was heard to exclaim : ' Simplic- 
ity, my son ; don't put on, for all frills are bad. ' The interpreter 
without reply proceeded with his story : ' Idle eyes were not 
lacking : wont to see everything they saw the descent and mount- 
ing of Melisendra, whereof they gave notice to King Marsilio, 
who at once ordered them to sound the alarum. See with what 
haste he's obeyed, for now the city shakes with the clangour of 
bells ringing from the towers of all the mosques. ' ' Not so, ' 
interrupted Don Quijote ; ' in this matter of bells Master Pedro 
is a long way off, for Moors never use bells, but timbrels and 
a kind of dulcimer much like our clarion. To soand bells in 
Sansuena is certainly grave anachronism. ' "When this was heard 
of the stage-manager, he stopped sounding and said : ' Let your 
worship not notice trifles, Senor Don Quijote, nor look for 
perfection, for you'll never find it. Are there not a thousand 
comedies with a thousand inconsistencies and absurdities acted 
almost daily here in Spain, yet they run a glad career and are 
attended not only with the applause but with the admiration 
of all ? Continue, boy, and let them talk, for so long as I line 
my purse, let there be as many improprieties as there are motes 
in the sun. ' ' You are right, ' said Don Quijote, and the lad 
proceeded : 

' Again I must call your attention to the number and brilliance 
of the horsemen that issue from the city in pursuit of the Catholic 
lovers ; how many trumpets are blown, how many dulcimers, 
timbrels and kettle-drums beaten. I fear lest they be come up 


with and brought back tidd to their horse's tail — a dire spec- 
tacle ! ' Upoa this, Don Qaijote, seeing and hearing the Moorish 
array and alarum, was moved to assist the fugitives. Springing 
to his feet he cried in loud voice : ' Never will I consent that in 
my days and presence foul dealing be practised upon so famous 
a knight and so bold a lover as Don Gaiferos. Stay, ye low-lived 
dogs : check your speed. If not, the die be cast. ' 

So doing and saying, the errant unsheathed sword and arriving 
before the stage with one bound, began to shower strokes upon 
the puppet-horsemen, demolishing some, beheading others, cripp- 
ling this Moor, maiming that ; and among many others he deliv- 
ered one such down-stroke that had not Master Pedro ducked 
from under and sprawled on the floor, his head would have been 
sliced off as easily as if of almond-paste. Yet he found time to 
cry : ' Stay, stay, Senor Don Quijote ; these you slay and demol- 
ish are not real Moors but figures of cardboard. Look, confound 
it, you're destroying my whole livelihood.' Not for this did the 
knight cease to rain two-handers, back-handers, side-cuts and 
lunges. In short, in less than two credos he brought the whole 
business to the ground, made hash of the properties and puppets, 
left King Marsilio sorely wounded and Emperor Charlemagne 
with head and crown split in two. The senate of auditors was 
panic-stricken, the ape took refuge on the housetop, the cousin 
was scared stiff, the page turned deathly pale and even Sancho 
lost control for, as he confessed after the storm was over, never 
before had he seen his master so wild to play the madman. 

When now the affair was wholly done for, its destroyer quieted 
down a trifle, saying : ' O that were present all those that do not 
or wish not to believe that knights-errant are of real benefit to 
the world ! Try to think what would have become of the worthy 
Gaiferos and fair Melisendra, had I not been on the scene. Even 
now the dogs would have caught up with them and used them 
shamefully. Long live chivalry say I, above all else on the earth.' 
' Long live it and good-luck, ' gasped Master Pedro, ' and die me, 
now so poor that I can say with King Roderick : 

But yesterday I over Spain held sway ; 
One fort I cannot call mine own to-day. 


Not a half-hour ago, nay, not a half-minute, I found myself lord 
of kings and emperors, and filled were my stables, my chests 
and my sacks with countless steeds and liveries without number. 
Now am I desolate and oppressed, poor and in want, above all 
without mine ape, and verily when I lay hold of him, he'll sweat 
his teeth for it. And all by reason of the mistaken zeal of this sir 
knight, of whom 'tis said be protects minors, rights wrongs and 
does other good works. At me alone did his generous purpose 
miss fire, for which blessed and praised be the heavens where 
their seats are highest. Indeed Knight of Sorry Aspect must be 
he that has put such a woful look on all my puppets. ' 

' Don't cry, Master Pedro, ' said Sancho Panza, moved to 
compassion by these words ; ' don't lament any more or you'll 
break my heart, and Fid have you know that my master is so 
Catholic and scrupulous a Christian that if he can make out he 
has done you injury, he'll wish to pay you, and over. ' ' Would 
he pay me but a portion of the damage, I should rest satisfied 
and his worship easy of conscience, for there's so salvation for 
him that takes what belongs to another against the owner's will 
and without restitution. ' ' True, ' said Don Quijote, ' but as yet 
I'm not aware that I have aught of yours. Master Pedro. ' ' And 
how ? these corpses that strew this hard and barren battle-field, 
who routed and mowed them down but the invincible strength 
of that powerful arm ? and whose were those figures if not mine ? 
by what did I live save by them ? ' 

' Now am I convinced, ' declared our knight, ' of that which 
oft I have suspected, that these enchanters my persecutors first 
place before me figures as they are and then change and turn 
them into whatsoever they list. On my honour I say to you 
gentlemen that methought all that happened here, occurred 
exactly as it appeared : that Melisendra was Melisendra, Gaiferos 
Gaiferos, Marsilio Marsilioand Charlemagne Charlemagne. There- 
fore was it that my wrath got the better of me, and to comply 
with mine office of errantry I was bound to aid and protect the 
fugitives. With this commendable aim I did what you see. If the 
outcome proved disastrous, be not mine the blame but theirs 
that wickedly persecute me. Nevertheless, for this my mistake. 


not my malice, I am ready to stand the costs. Let Master Pedro 
make a statement of what is due for the dismantled figures and I'll 
pay at once in good and current Castilian coin. ' 

The showman bowed acknowledgment and said : ' I expected 
no less from the unparalleled Christianity of the worthy Quijote 
of La Mancha, the real and only helper of all needy and oppressed 
vagabonds. Let goodman keeper here and the great Panza be 
arbiters and appraisers 'Iwixt your worship and myself of the 
value or former value of the ruined puppets. ' The innkeeper 
and Sancho agreed and the manager thereupon raised, minus his 
head. King Marsilio of Saragossa, saying : ' Obviously 'twould 
be out of the question to restore this king to his former estate, 
and so methinks, saving better judgment, there should be allowed 
for his death, overthrow and complete destruction four reals and 
a half. ' ' Proceed, ' said Don Quijote. ' For this split from top 
to bottom, ' continued he of the patch, ' taking in his hands the 
divided Charlemagne, ' 'twouldn't be a great deal did I ask five 
reals and a quarter. ' ' It isn't little,' said Sancho. ' Nor much,' 
returned the inkeeper ; ' let's split the difference and call it five 
reals.' ' Give him the quarter, ' said Don Quijote; ' the cost of 
this notable devastation doesn't stand on a penny more or less. 
Make haste. Master Pedro, for 'tis getting supper-time and I 
have sure indications of hunger. ' 

' For this puppet, which is the fair Melisendra short a nose 
and eye, I want, and I shall be reasonable, two reals and twelve 
maravedis.' ' Nay, ' quoth Don Quijote, ' the devil's in it if by 
this time the lady be not safe with her husband over the French 
border : the steed they rode seemed to fly rather than run. It's no 
use trying to sell me a cat for a hare, offering me a noseless 
Melisendra, when the real one, if all went well, is pleasuring 
herself with her husband in France at full stretch. God help 
every man to his own, Master Pedro, and let us all walk and talk 
straight ; and proceed. ' The showman, seeing our knight getting 
off the road again, harking back to his old crotchet, determined 
not to let him escape, so said : ' This can't be Melisendra after 
all but one of her maids-in-waiting ; with but sixty maravedis 
therefore I'll call it square. ' 


Iq this manner the showman appraised many another of the 
broken puppets, and when his prices had been adjusted to the 
satisfaction of both parties through the medium of the arbiters, 
the total costs were found to be forty and three-quarters reals. 
But in addition to this, which Sancho at once counted out, Master 
Pedro demanded two reals for catching the ape. ' Give them, 
Sancho', said his master, ' not to catch the ape, but the she-ape 
(to get drunk). Two hundred reals would I give to one that 
could tell with certainty that the lady Melisendra and Seiior Don 
Gaiferos were now in France with their own. ' ' None could tell 
you better than my pet, ' said he of the patch, ' but ne'er a 
devil could catch him now. In the night his hunger and affection 
will force him to look me up I reckon. God will send the morrow 
and we shall see. ' 

And so the storm of the puppet-show blew over and they all 
supped in peace and fellowship as guests of Don Quijote, who 
was liberal beyond measure. Before dawn he of the lances and 
halberds was well on his way, and while still but twilight, the 
cousin and page came to bid farewell, the one to return home, 
the other to continue his journey, for whose aid thereon Don 
Quijote gave a dozen reals. Master Pedro didn't care to enter 
into more ifs and ands with one he knew too well, so rose before 
the sun, gathered his ape and the fragments of his show, and 
was off again on his adventures. The innkeeper, to whom Don 
Quijote was a perfect stranger, wondered no less at his liberality 
than at his light-headedness. For Sancho at his master's bidding 
paid him well, and taking leave about eight o'clock the pair set 
out on their journey, where we shall leave them. 'Tis time to 
speak of other things needful to the unfolding of this history. 



Master Pedro and ape identified, together with the sad 

result Don Quijote met with in the braying adventure, 

w^hich didn't turn out as he had vtdshed or expected 

GiD Hamet, chronicler of this great history, opens this chapter 
with the words, I swear like a Catholic Christian ; on which 
his translator comments, that for Gid Hamet to swear like a 
Catholic Christian, being certainly a Moor, means nothing more 
or less than that, even as the Catholic Christian when taking an 
oath, swears or should swear the truth and declare it in what he 
says, so Cid Hamet, as though he had thus sworn, was now to 
tell the truth : particularly in telling who were master Pedro 
and the divining ape, whose intuitions set all those villages 

He says then that he that has read the first part of this history 
won't have forgot one Gines de Pasamonte^ whom along with 
other galley-slaves Don Quijote set free in the Sierra Morena 
— an attention for which he was little thanked and less repaid 
by that wicked an ill-mannered crew. This Gines de Pasamonte, 
whom our knight spoke of as Ginesillo de Parapilla, was the 
rogue that stole Sancho's Dapple — the omission of the how and 
when of which stealing led many to put the blame on the 
author's poor memory rather than on the carelessness of the 
printers where it really belonged. Gines stole him, you remember, 
while his owner slept in the saddle, employing the trick Brunelo 
practised when at the siege of Albraca he drew his steed out 
from between Sacripante's legs. But later Sancho recovered his 
mount, as described. 

This Gines then, fearful of justice, which was hunting him 
down for his infinite cunnings and crimes (so many and so bad 
were they that he filled a large volume in their exploitation), 
decided to cover his left eye and pass over into the kingdom of 


Aragon in the role of puppet-player, at which and sleight-of- 
hand he was supreme. And it fell out that, meeting with ran- 
somed Christians just returned from Barbary, he purchaised this 
ape, which he soon taught to leap at a given signal upon his 
shoulder and to give what seemed a whisper in his ear. With 
this outfit of show and ape, before he entered a village in his 
wanderings, he would enquire in the neighbourhood or from 
whom he best could as to what if anything had befallen in that 
village and to what persons. Keeping this information clear 
in mind he would first, on entering, present the puppet-show, 
which dealt sometimes with one story, again with another, but 
all merry, diverting and familiar. 

The play over, held announce the talents of his ape, telling 
the crowd he could divine all the past and present, but the future 
was beyond him. For each reply he charged two reals but for 
some made it less, taking the pulse of his questioners. Occasion- 
ally he went to houses the history of whose inmates he knew, 
and though they asked no questions from their unwillingness 
to pay, none the less he gave the signal and straight would 
declare that the ape said such-and-such a thing which, of course, 
fitted like a glove to actual occurrences in that household. By 
these means he achieved unspeakable credit and all ran after him. 
At other times, like the shrewd fellow he was, he would originate 
his answers to suit the questions, and as none investigated the 
thing or pressed him to tell how an ape could divine, he made 
apes of them all and filled his purse. Thus the moment he entered 
the inn above-mentioned, he recognised Don Quijote and Sancho 
and from his previous relation with them found it easy to mes- 
merise not only them but all the others. Which visit would 
have cost him dear had Don Quijote lowered his hand a trifle, 
what time he divested King Marsilio of his head and destroyed 
his cavalry, as described in the foregoing chapter. This, then, is 
all there is to tell regarding Master Pedro and his ape. 

Returning to Don Quijote de La Mancha the chronicle states 
that after leaving the inn he resolved first to visit the shores of 
the river Ebro together with all that district before entering the 
city of Saragossa, since there was still ample time before the 


opening of the jousts. With this plan he pursued his journey and 
travelled two whole days with naught befalling worthy of note. 
But on the third day, as they mounted a hill, he heard a great 
sound of drums, trumpets and musketry. His first thought was 
of a regiment of soliders on the march, and spurring Rocinante 
and coming to the top of the rise he beheld at its foot near two 
hundred men armed with a rude assortment of arms, such as 
pikes, crossbows, partisans, halberds and lances, a few muskets 
and many shields. 

He descended and drawing near could distinctly make out the 
ensigns, distinguish the colours and note the devices of the 
squadron. Particularly he marked one on a fold or banner of 
white satin, portraying to the life a jackass of the small Sard 
breed, with head in air, mouth open and tongue extended in the 
act and posture of braying. Round the border was writ in large 
letters these two lines : 

Brayed not in vain 
Our bailiffs twain. 

Don Quijote gathered from this that the company hailed from 
Braytown and so said to Sancho, telling what was writ on the 
banner. But, he added, their informant was mistaken in saying 
they were two aldermen that brayed, for the lines showed them 
bailiffs. ' That doesn't matter, sire ; it might well be that the 
aldermen have since been advanced to bailiffs and so can be 
known by both titles. Moreover, it doesn't affect the truth of the 
story, whether the brayers be bailiffs or aldermen, they being 
equally good at braying. ' 

They soon guessed that the mocked town was come out to 
fight the one that had mocked them beyond all decency and 
neighbourliness. Don Quijote therefore rode up, to the no slight 
anxiety of Sancho who was never a lover of such encounters. 
Those of the battalion, thinking him of their faction, received 
him in their midst, but when he raised his visor and with unas- 
suming air and carriage drew near the banner, the leaders of the 
army were thrown into the same astonishment all were thrown 
on seeing him for the first time. Our knight saw them look at 


him intently without word or question, and resolving to avail 
himself of the silence, broke his own and said : 

' My good sirs, as earnestly as I can I entreat you not to 
interrupt the speech I am about to make (unless you find it 
disgusting and tedious), for the slightest sound will seal my lips 
and gag my tongue. ' They cried for him to proceed : they would 
gladly hear him. With this license the other continued : ' I, gen- 
tlemen, am a knight-errant, whose profession is that of arms and 
whose office the succour of the needy and the relief of the 
oppressed. Some day since I learned of your trials and the cause 
that frequently moves you to take arms that you may be avenged 
on your enemies. And having considered the matter not once 
but many times I find that according to the laws of the duel you 
are mistaken in believing yourselves insulted : for no man can 
Insult an entire village when he is ignorant of the individual 
that committed the treason charged, unless he impeach it col- 

• Of this we have example in the person of Don Diego Ordonez 
de Lara, who impeached the entire population of Zamora, not 
knowing 'twas one man only, Bellido Dolfos, had committed 
the treason of killing his king. He charged them all with the 
crime and all felt his answer and vengeance. And Senor Don 
Diego, it must be added, went altogether too far and quite passed 
beyond the limits of challenges, for there was no need to accuse 
the dead, the food and water, and those yet unborn, together 
with the other things specified in his defiance. Let that pass, 
however, for when anger breaketh over its banks, the tongue 
hath neither father, ruler or bridle to restrain it. If this then is 
true, that individuals cannot affront a kingdom, province, city, 
republic or entire village, it follows that it's idle of you to take 
up cudgels for such an insult, since insult it cannot be. What a 
mess we should be in if the people of Clock Town were always 
at swords' points with those that fling that epithet in their face ; 
or the Gazoleros, the Egg-planters, the Whalers, the Soapers or 
others with nicknames, such as are continually bandied about by 
urchins and the rabble. A pretty thing verily, if these honourable 
cities took umbrage and went about wreaking vengeance with 


swords turned into stomach-cleansers, no matter how trifling 
the quarrel. 

' Nay, nay, God neither allows nor wishes it. Men of discre- 
tion, well-ordered republics, take arms, unsheath swords, risk 
lives and property, for any of four reasons : first, to champion 
the Catholic faith ; second, to protect life, a law of nature and of 
God ; third, in defence of honour, family or estate ; and fourth, 
in the king's service in a righteous war. If we add a fifth (which 
rightly should be second), it is in aid of their fatherland. Under 
these five heads may be grouped a few other causes, just and 
reasonable ; but to engage in war for trifles and things that have 
more to do with fun and fooling than with intent of insult, strikes 
me as strangely illogical. 

' Furthermore, to take unrighteous vengeance (for no venge- 
ance under the sun can be aught else), contradicts the sacred law 
we as Christians profess, which commands us to do good to our 
enemies and love them that hate us — a commandment which, 
though it appears somewhat difficult to obey, is only so for those 
having less of God than of the world and more of flesh than of 
spirit. For Jesus Christ, very God and a good man, who never lied 
and could not and cannot lie, being our lawgiver, said that his 
yoke was easy and his burden light. He surely would not demand 
an impossibility. It follows, then, gentlemen, that your worships 
are bound by laws divine and human to go home in peace.' 
' The devil fetch me ! ' exclaimed Sancho, ' if this my master 
isn't a theologian ; if not, he's as like one as one egg is another. ' 

Don Quijote took a little breath at this point and seeing that 
still all lent silence was about to proceed when he was anticipa- 
ted by his agile squire who, seeing his master had halted, took 
the reins of the discourse, saying : ' My master Don Quijote de 
La Mancha, once known as he of the Sorry Aspect but now 
called the Knight of the Lions, is a gentleman of great under- 
standing and knows Latin and the vugar tongue like a bachelor, 
with all the laws and ordinances of wmit they call the duel under 
his finger-nail, and in all he speaks and advises acts like a good 
soldier. So there's naught to do but be guided by what he says 
and blame me if he mislead you. More by token it has been 


said 'tis foolish to lose one's temper on hearing a bray. I remem- 
ber that as a lad I used to bray each and every time I pleased, 
wilhout let or hindrance, and with so much grace and propriety 
that when I brayed, all the asses of the village struck up. Yet 
not for this did I cease to be the son of my parents, who were 
honest folk. Though envied for my accomplishment by more 
than four of the toploftical people of the town, I didn't care two 
farthings. That it may be seen I speak the truth, wait and listen, 
for this science is like that of swimming : once learned, never 
forgot. ' 

Thereupon the good squire, with hand pressing nose, began 
to bray and so vigorously that all the neighbouring valleys 
resounded. But one of the Braytown folk, thinking he ridiculed 
them, raised his long pole and gave our friend such a blow that 
in spite of himself he came to the ground. His master, seeing this 
ill treatment, rushed at the assailant with brandished lance, but 
many intervened to thwart him, and finding a shower of stones 
raining and a thousand drawn crossbows and an equal number 
of muskets threatening, he turned Rocinante about and at full 
gallop sped away, fearing every moment lest some bullet pierc- 
ing his back come out through his lungs. He kept drawing 
breath to see if he had any ; but the squadron were content to 
see him flying and did not fire. As for Sancho, scarce himself as 
yet, they placed him on his beast and let him follow his master 
— not that he had sense enough to direct, but Dapple trotted in 
the wake of Rocinante, without whom not for a moment was he to 
be found. A long way off Don Quijole turned his head and seeing 
that his squire and squire only followed, waited for him. Those 
of the squadron remained till nightfall and as their adversaries 
appeared not, returned to their town joyous and happy. And 
had they known the ancient customs of the Greeks, on that 
historic field they'ld have raised a trophy. 




Things that Benengeli says he will know that reads them, 
if he read with attention 

IF the valiant flee, 'tis when foul play is discovered, since the 
part of those of discretion is to save themselves for fitter 
times. This truth was exemplified in our brave adventurer, who, 
giving way to the fury of Braytown and the wicked design of its 
enraged host, made the dust fly, and heedless of Sancho and his 
jeopardy removed himself as far as he deemed sufficient for 
safety. Sancho followed, slung across Dapple, and on reaching 
his master fell at Rocinante's feet, in his senses now but all 
woe-begone, all battered and bruised. The knight dismounted to 
examine his wounds, but finding him whole from head to foot 
said somewhat testily : 

' In how evil an hour learnt ye to bray, my son, and how could 
ye think it well to mention rope in the hanged man's house ? 
To the music of brays what harmony is to be looked for save 
bastings ? But give thanks to God, boy, that though they blessed 
you with a stick, they didn't cross you with a scimitar. ' ' I'm in 
no shape for parleying, ' groaned the other, ' for I seem to speak 
through my shoulders. Let me mount and out of here. I hence- 
forth shall keep silent as to my brays but not as to how knights- 
errant desert their faithful squires ground like privet or wheat 
in their enemies' millstones. ' ' He flees not that retires, ' main- 
tained the master, ' for you must know, Sancho, that courage 
unfounded on prudence is bravado, and deeds of rashness owe 
more to chance than to brue bravery. I confess, not that I fled, 
but that I retired, imitating thereby many valiant men (in whom 
history abounds) that have kept themselves for fitter times. I do 
not now specify, since 'twould be of no help to you or happiness 
to me.' 

With the knight's aid Sancho was again on his ass and the 
other mounting they slowly made their way toward a grove of 


poplar-trees that stood out on the landscape about a quarter- 
league off. From time to time the henchman gave deep sighs and 
bitter groans and upon his lord's asking the reason of such sharp 
distress, he replied that from his spine-end to the nape of his 
neck he ached enough to lose his wits. ' Such pain, ' suggested 
the other, ' doubtless results from the fact that as the pole they 
measured you with was long and heavy, it caught you over the 
whole back, which are the very parts now sensitive. Had it 
reached further, your suffering would be even greater.' ' My God ! 
but your worship has absolved me from a serious doubt and 
cleared it up in unmistakeable terms ! Body of me, was the 
cause of my pain so obscure there was need to tell me 'twas by 
reason of the pole ? Were mine ankles sore, it might be some- 
thing to divine why, but to reason out my present pain is no 
such marvellous matter. 

' Indeed, dear master mine, another's trouble hangs by a hair, 
and every day I touch earth as to the little good I can look for 
from following your worship. If this time you let me be pounded, 
another and a hundred more I shall return to the blanketings 
of old and other games which, if now they were played on my 
shoulders, will next time be on mine eyes. Much better should I 
do (only I am a barbarian and should do good never), much 
better, I say, should I do if I went home to wife and children, 
supporting her and rearing them with what God may be pleased 
to give me, nor follow your worship about on journeys without 
a road and along paths and courses that have none, drinking ill 
and eating worse. Then there's the sleeping : count ye, brother 
squire, seven feet of ground, and if that be not enough, count 
as many as ye will — you are master of the feast and stretch 
you to your heart's content. But may I see burned and brought 
to dust the man that first invented chivalry, or rather the man 
first willing to serve such dolts as must have been all former 
errants. On the present I pass, for, since your worship is of 
such, I am bound to respect them, especially as I am sure you 
know one point more than the devil in what you speak and 
think. ' 

' I would lay a wager with you, boy, ' said his master, ' that 


when you talk as now and none to check you, you don't feel a 
hint of pain in any part of your body. Talk on, my squire, speak 
whatever comes to your head or tongue, for while it frees you 
from suffering the annoyance your impudence causes me shall 
be considered diversion. And if you are so eager to be at home 
with wife and children, God forbid that I prevent. You have my 
money : reckon the period of this third sally, consider your 
worth by the month and with your own hand take your pay. ' 

' When I worked for Tome Garrasco, father to the bachelor 
Samson Garrasco, whom your worship well knows, I got two 
ducats a month and food. With your worship I can't calculate, 
though I'm certain a knight-errant's squire works harder than 
a field-labourer. When we hire out to farmers, no matter how 
much there is to do by day or how ill it goes, when night comes 
we eat our stew and sleep on beds — which I haven't done in 
your worship's employ, except during our brief stay at Don 
Diego's house and the fling I had with the skimmings of Gama- 
cho's pots, and what I ate, drank and slept in the home of 
Basilio. Other times I have lain on the hard ground beneath the 
stars, subject to what they call the inclemencies of the skies, 
dining on crusts and cheese-parings, and drinking water now 
from brooks now from springs of the many we cross in this 
back-country of our travels. ' 

' I must confess that all you say is true, Sancho. How much 
more than did Tome Garrasco, do you think I should give you ? ' 
' Did your worship give me two reals a month extra, I believe I 
should consider it good pay, as far as wages goes. As quittance 
of your promise of the island-government, 'twould be fair to add 
another six reals, making thirty in all. ' ' Agreed, ' replied the 
master ; ' at that rate per month reckon what I owe for the five 
and twenty days we've been out, and as I have said pay yourself 
with your own hand. ' ' Body of me but your worship is mis- 
taken : in the matter of the isle the days should be reckoned from 
the first time it was promised down to the present. ' ' And how 
long is that ? ' 'If my memory serve me, it must be twenty 
years, three days more or less. ' The knight gave himself a good 
slap on the forehead and laughing heartily said : 


'Why, Sancho ! in the Sierra Morena, nay in the whole course 
of our sallies, I've travelled scarce two months, and yet you say 
'tis twenty years since I gave my word for the isle ? Verily, 
methinks you would consume in wages all the money you have 
of mine. In that case and if 'twould please you, henceforth call 
it yours and much good may it do you, since in return for finding 
myself rid of a miserable servant I shall rejoice to be left penni- 
less. But tell me, perverter of all squirely traditions, where have 
you seen or read of a shield-bearer haggling with his master and 
saying. So much a month must you give me ? Embark, thief, 
embark, varlet and monster — for all this you look to me — 
embark I say on the mare magnum of knights' histories, and if 
you find one lone henchman saying and thinking with you, you 
may nail it on my forehead and make a fool of me with four 
hard slaps in the face besides. Turn rein or halter to Dapple and 
get you home, for not a step further shall you go with me. 
O bread ill-requited ! O promises ill-bestowed ! O man more 
beast than human ! just when I though to place you in state and 
in such an one that in spite of your wife they'ld call you lord, 
do you leave me? Will you go now, when I am firmly and 
finally resolved to make you ruler of the best island in the world ? 
Verily, verily, as you have said more than once, The honey is 
not... Ass you were, ass you must remain, an ass you wiU 
finally die, since I'm certain your life will reach its last goal ere 
you realise what a beast you are. ' • 

Sancho's eyes moved not from his master during this upbraid- 
ing, and as contrition swelled within and the tears came, in 
weak and heart-broken voice he replied : ' I believe, master 
mine, that to make a complete ass of me the tail is the only 
thing lacking, and would your worship get me one, I'll deem it 
well-placed and serve you like such a beast all my days. Forgive 
me, sire; have pity on my folly, reflecting that I know very 
little, and that if I speak much, more proceeds from nature than 
from malice, especially since he that errs and mends, to God 
himself commends. ' ' I should have been surprised indeed, 
Sancho, had your speech terminated and no little proverb. Well, 
well, I'll forgive you, provided you do mend and henceforth 


show yourself more disinterested. Try to widen that heart of 
yours, my son, taking hope and courage at the thought of my 
promises, for though their fulfilment is delayed, it yet may 
arrive. ' The other replied so would he do, drawing strength 
from wealcness. 

They had now entered the grove and the knight composed 
himself at the foot of an elm and Sancho at the foot of a beech, 
for these trees and others have feet though without hands. The 
squire passed the night in pain, since the drubbing made itself 
felt more with the night air. Don Quijote passed it in a suc- 
cession of memories ; yet both gave their eyes to sleep and at 
daybreak continued their search for the banks of the famous 
Ebro, where befell them what will be told in the next chapter. 

The famous adventure of the enchanted bark 

BY the above-mentioned and unmentioned stages, two days 
after leaving the grove Don Quijote and Sancho arrived at 
the river Ebro, the sight whereof proved great joy to the former, 
for he marked and marvelled at the beauty of its banks, the 
clearness of its waters, its smoothness of current and its laugh- 
ter. The refreshing sight renewed in his memory a thousand 
amorous thoughts : especially did he bethink him of all he had 
seen in the cave of Montesinos, for though the ape declared 
some of those things false and only some true, he held more to 
the truths than the lies — the reverse of Sancho, who held it 
all of a piece. 

As they rode along they espied a little bark without oars or 
tackle tied to a tree-trunk at the water's edge. The knight looked 
in every direction and seeing no one, without more ado dis- 
mounted, bidding his squire the same and to tie the beasts togeth- 
er to the branch of a poplar or willow growing there. Sancho 
asked the cause of this sudden halt and tie-up, and received the 
reply : ' You must know, Sancho, that this bark, designedly 


here and for no other purpose, is calling and inviting me to 
embark for the relief of some knight or other noble personage in 
certain and great distress. For such is the habit of the books of 
knightly deeds and of the enchanters that make talk and trouble 
therein, to wit, that when a knight is caught in some difficulty, 
he cannot be freed save at another knight's hand, though distant 
one from the other two or three thousand leagues or more. They 
either snatch him up in a cloud or convey him in a bark and in 
less than the opening and closing of an eye carry him by air or 
water whither they will and his help is needed. So you can 
understand, O Sancho, how this bark is placed here for that 
very purpose and this is as true as that it is now day. Tie Dap- 
ple and Rocinante side by side, and be it in the hand of God 
to guide us, for bare-fooled friars couldn't let my embarking. ' 

' In that case, would you put your every foot in these — 
blunders shall I call them, there's naught but to bow the head 
and obey, attending the proverb. Obey your lord and sit with him 
at the table. At the same time, to ease my conscience, I must 
warn your worship that in my opinion the bark belongs to none 
of the enchanted but to fishermen of this river, wherein are 
caught the best shad in the world. ' Sancho spoke while tying 
the beasts, leaving them with sad heart to the favour and protec- 
tion of enchanters. His master bade him not heed this desertion, 
for He that was to guide them through ways and regions so 
longinquous, would take care of what they left behind. ' ' I don't 
understand this longicuous, ' said Sancho, ' nor have I heard 
such a word all the days of my life. ' ' It means remote, ' an- 
swered the other, ' but it isn't surprising that you didn't under- 
stand it ; you are not supposed to know Latin, as are some that 
pretend to and don't. ' 

' Now that the beasts are fastened, what are we to do ? ' 
enquired the servant. ' What but cross ourselves and weigh 
anchor, embark in other words and cut the cable wherewith 
our vessel is tied. ' And leaping therein, followed by his squire, 
Don Quijote cut the rope and the bark gradually moved from the 
bank. When Sancho found himself a matter of two yards out, 
he began to quake with fear of perdition, but naught gave him 


more distress than to hear Dapple bray and see Rocinante trying 
to break loose. So he said to his master : ' Dapple is braying 
in sorrow of our absence and the nag is trying to free himself in 
order to plunge in after us. O beloved friends, rest in peace and 
may the madness that removes us from you, changing to sanity 
return us to your presence. ' And with this he began to weep so 
bitterly that Don Quijote, vexed out of all patience, said : 

' What are you afraid of, cowardly creature? what are you 
crying about, heart of butter ? who molests or persecutes you, 
soul of an indoor mouse? or what do you lack, ever in want 
though in the midst of the bowels of abundance ? Are you per- 
chance travelling on foot and barefoot over the Riphoean moun- 
tains, instead of sitting on a seat like an archduke, floating down 
the current of this delightful river, whence soon we shall pass 
out onto the open main ? Already must we have travelled seventy 
or eighty leagues at the shortest. Had I an astrolabe for taking 
the altitude of the pole, I could tell the exact distance, though 
now I should say we have passed or soon shall pass, else I know 
little, the equinoctial line that divides and cuts the opposite 
poles in equal portions. ' ' And when we have come to these 
same knocks - your worship speaks of, how far shall we have 
travelled ? ' ' Far, for of the three hundred and sixty degrees 
embraced by this globe of earth and water, we shall then have 
gone half, as the great cosmographer Ptolomaeus computed it. ' 
' 'Fore God, but your worship has fetched a pretty witness to 
back you up : Polly, miaus and putrid besides. ' The knight, 
smiling, continued : 

' You must know, Sancho, that Spaniards and others embark- 
ing at Cadiz for the East Indies have as one of the signs that 
they have crossed this equinoctial line, that fleas die from all on 
board nor in the whole vessel is one to be found though they 
gave its weight in gold for it. So pass your hand over your thigh, 
my son, and if you meet with aught, we shall be freed from our 
uncertainty ; if with naught, we have crossed the line. ' ' I take 
no stock in this, ' replied Sancho, ' but I'll obey, though I can 
find no reason for making these experiments when I see with 
mine own eyes that we're not five yards from the bank nor down 


Stream more than two from where stand the animals. There they 
are, precisely where we left them, and watching a point, as I do 
now, I swear by all we're not moving or advancing at an ant's 
pace. ' 

' Make the test, Sancho, and heed no other, for little do you 
know of colures, lines, parallels, zodiacs, ecliptics, poles, sol- 
stices, equinoxes, planets, signs and points, which measure the 
celestial and terrestial spheres. Did you know these all or even 
in part, 'twould be clear how many parallels we had crossed, 
what signs beheld, what constellations were left behind and are 
now passing. Again I urge you to fish and feel, for I am certain 
you are cleaner than a sheet of white paper. ' Sancho felt his 
way softly over his left ham and then looking up at his master 
said : ' Either the test is a poor one or we haven't reached the 
spot your worship mentioned, nay, not by many leagues. ' 
' How ? have you found something ? ' ' Ay, some things, ' replied 
the other, washing his hand in the river, on whose bosom the bark 
now gently glided, moved by no occult intelligence or unseen 
enchanter but by the calm and smooth current. 

Ere long the voyagers discovered some large water-mills, 
situate in mid-stream, and scarce had Don Quijote glimpsed them 
when in loud voice he exclaimed : ' Look, friend, where steals 
into view the city, castle or stronghold wherein is mewed some 
oppressed knight, or some queen, infanta or princess in sore 
distress, for whose relief I am sent. ' ' What devils of city, 
stronghold or castle are you talking about, sire ? can't you see 
they're water-mills for grinding grain ? ' ' Peace, Sancho ; though 
they look so, mills they are not. As oft I have said, enchantments 
change and transform all things from their natural state. Not 
that they actually are transformed but they appear to be, as 
experience has demonstrated in the case of Dulcinea, sole refuge 
of my hopes. ' 

By this time the bark was in mid-stream and began to move 
less leisurely, and the millers, seeing 'twould soon enter the mill- 
race, promptly and some with long poles ran out to check it. 
Truly they were a wicked sight, with their faces and clothes 
covered with flower, and shouting : ' Whither, ye devils of men ? 


are you crazy ? do you want to be crushed by these wheels and 
drowned ? ' ' Didn't I tell you, Sancho, that we have come where 
I must show to what height the valour of mine arm doth reach ? 
Behold what harpies and land-sharks come to attack me ! how 
many spectres I shall have to face ! how many hideous coun- 
tenances are endeavouring to terrify me ! But you shall see, ye 
scoundrels ! ' 

Thereupon rising in the boat, Don Quijote began to shower 
curses on the millers, saying : ' Ill-intentioned and worse- 
advised dogs, set free the person you hold in yon castle or 
prison, high or low, of whatever condition or quality he or she 
may be, for I am Don Quijote de La Mancha, alias the Knight of 
the Lions, for whom it has been reserved by the high heavens to 
give a happy ending to this adventure. ' Saying this he drew 
sword and brandished it in the air against the millers, who, 
hearing but not undestanding this bluster, tried with poles to 
hold back the bark, now well in the mill-race. Sancho was on 
his knees, earnestly praying Heaven to deliver him from this 
imminent danger. His prayer was answered through the diligence 
and labour of the millers, who finally succeded in staying the 
craft, though not without overturning it and upsetting master 
and man. Fortunately for him, Don Quijote could swim like a 
goose, though the weight of his arms twice brought him to the 
bottom, and had it not been for the millers, who plunged in and 
hoisted them out, 'twould have been Troytown for them both. 
Immediately they were landed (more drenched than thirsty), 
Sancho Panza fell on his knees and with clasped hands and with 
eyes raised to Heaven besought his Maker at length and fer- 
vently henceforth to preserve him from these dare-devil plans 
and pursuits of his lord. 

And now came the fishermen-owners of the bark, which the 
mill-wheels had by this time churned to bits. They began to 
fleece Sancho and demand payment of his master, but the latter, 
as though naught had happened, in his usual calm manner said 
to these millers and fishermen that he would indeed be happy 
to pay for the bark, provided they unreservedly set free the 
person or persons imprisoned in that castle. ' "What persons or 


castles do you mean, crazy ? ' answered one of the millers ; 
' would you carry away the people that come to have their wheat 
ground in these mills.' 'Enough,' said the other to himself: 
• 'twere but preaching in the desert to hope to induce this rabble 
to perform a virtuous act. In this adventure two powerful 
enchanters must have taken sides, one to prevent what the 
other proposed : one furnished the skiff, the other upset it. May 
God help us, for this world is naught but plots and counterplots 
all defiant. I cannot do more. ' And now speaking aloud, with 
eyes fixed on the mills : ' Friends, whoever ye may be mewed in 
this prison, forgive me that to mine own shame and yours I can- 
not relieve your distress. This adventure, it must be, is reserved 
for another knight. ' 

Ours then agreed with the fishermen to pay for the ruined bark 
fifty reals, which Sancho counted out with heavy heart saying : 
' Two voyages like this and we and all our cargo will sink to 
the bottom. ' The fishermen and millers stood gazing in aston- 
ishment at the odd-looking pair, nor did they once get light as to 
what the master's speeches and requests might mean. Holding 
them both for idiots they left them and returned to their mill, 
the fishermen to their huts. To Rocinante Don Quijote returned 
and Sancho to the ass. Both returned to their asinine life, and 
thus ends the adventure of the enchanted bark. 

The knight's experience with a fair huntress 

WITH dampened spirits knight and squire came to their 
mounts. Sancho in particular was downcast for it touched 
his soul to touch their stock of money : all that they took seemed 
to come from the apples of his eyes. They made quick and silent 
work of mounting and leaving the famous river, Don Quijote 
buried in the thoughts of his love, his servant in those of his 
advancement, which just then seemed rather far away : simple as 
he was he couldn't help seeing that all or most of his lord's actions 



were flighty, and he was endeavouring at this moment to find 
an occasion whereby without entering into disputes and leave- 
takings he might some day slip off and home. But fortune ordered 
quite the reverse. 

The day following at sunset, as they issued from a wood, it 
chanced that the errant's eyes rested on a green meadow, where, 
on the further side, he noticed what on nearer approach proved a 
hawking-party. In their midst he distinguished a fine lady riding 
a snow-white palfrey or hackney, caparisoned in green with side- 
saddle of silver. The lady as well was dressed in green, so richly 
and gaily that gaiety itself seemed personified in her. On her 
left hand sat a hawk, discovering to our knight that she must be 
of noble birth and mistress of all the hunters. He therefore ob- 
served : ' Run, boy, and tell yon lady of the hawk and palfrey 
that I the Knight of the Lions kiss the hands of her great beauty 
and should her grace grant me leave, I shall in person kiss them, 
serving her to the extent of my power and her bidding. Have 
care, my son, of th? manner of your petition, lest therein you 
insert a proverb or two. ' ' You've found your inserter and no 
mistake ; but trust me, master, for this isn't the first time in this 
life I've carried embassies to high and mighty ladies. ' ' Save 
that to the lady Dulcinea, I know of none, at least on my behalf. ' 
' True, but pledges never worry a good paymaster and in a full 
house supper is soon cooked. I mean to say there's no need of 
warnings, for I'm ready for and equal to a little of everything.' 
' I believe it, Sancho ; so go, good-luck and God guide you. ' 
Sancho rode off at top speed, pressing Dapple out of his pace, 
and coming to the fair huntress dismounted and knelt before her 
saying : 

' Fair lady, yon knight you see, called Knight of the Lions, is 
my master and I am his squire whom in his house they call 
Sancho Panza. This same Knight of the Lions, who not long 
since went by the name of Sorry Aspect, through me sends to 
ask that your grace be pleased to grant him permission to come, 
with your intention, pleasure and consent, to effect his desire, 
which is no other (as he says and I think) than to serve your 
high-flown beauty, for with such license your worship will do 


what will redoand to your welfare, and he on his part will bear 
the most signal respect and gratitude. ' ' Of a surety, good 
squire, ' replied the lady, ' you have announced your mission 
with all the customary phrases. Rise, my good man, for it suits 
not that the squire of so great a knight as he of the Sorry Aspect, 
of whom we have heard much, be on his knees. Rise, friend, 
and tell your lord he comes at a most fortunate time to wait 
upon me and the duke my husband at our country-seat. ' 

Sancho rose, astonished at the lady's beauty and courteous 
manner, but still more that she should be familiar with the 
Knight of Sorry Aspect : that she didn't call him the Knight of 
the Lions was due, he supposed, to the fact that this title had 
been so lately assumed. The duchess (whose name is not known) 
now questioned Sancho, saying : ' Tell me, brother squire, is not 
this your master he of whom a history is in print with the title. 
That Imaginative Gentleman Don Quijote de la Mancha, whose 
lady-love is one Dulcinea del Toboso ? ' ' The very same, lady, 
and that squire of his that figures or should figure there, whom 
they call Sancho Panza, is myself, unless they changed me in the 
cradle, in the press that is. ' ' By all this I am much pleased, ' 
said the duchess ; ' go, brother Panza, and tell your master he is 
well-arrived and welcome at my country-seat and that nothing 
could make me happier. ' 

With this cheering message Sancho gleefully returned to his 
master, to whom he repeated all the grand lady had said, in his 
rustic terms praising to the skies her great beauty, fine manner 
and extreme courtesy. Don Quijote righted himself, set his feet 
well in the stirrups, adjusted his visor and spurring Rocinante 
came on with galla