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<h3> OF THE FAMOUS ADVENTURE OF THE ENCHANTED BARK </h3>
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<p>By stages as already described or left undescribed, two days after
quitting the grove Don Quixote and Sancho reached the river Ebro, and the
sight of it was a great delight to Don Quixote as he contemplated and
gazed upon the charms of its banks, the clearness of its stream, the
gentleness of its current and the abundance of its crystal waters; and the
pleasant view revived a thousand tender thoughts in his mind. Above all,
he dwelt upon what he had seen in the cave of Montesinos; for though
Master Pedro's ape had told him that of those things part was true, part
false, he clung more to their truth than to their falsehood, the very
reverse of Sancho, who held them all to be downright lies.</p>
<p>As they were thus proceeding, then, they discovered a small boat, without
oars or any other gear, that lay at the water's edge tied to the stem of a
tree growing on the bank. Don Quixote looked all round, and seeing nobody,
at once, without more ado, dismounted from Rocinante and bade Sancho get
down from Dapple and tie both beasts securely to the trunk of a poplar or
willow that stood there. Sancho asked him the reason of this sudden
dismounting and tying. Don Quixote made answer, "Thou must know, Sancho,
that this bark is plainly, and without the possibility of any alternative,
calling and inviting me to enter it, and in it go to give aid to some
knight or other person of distinction in need of it, who is no doubt in
some sore strait; for this is the way of the books of chivalry and of the
enchanters who figure and speak in them. When a knight is involved in some
difficulty from which he cannot be delivered save by the hand of another
knight, though they may be at a distance of two or three thousand leagues
or more one from the other, they either take him up on a cloud, or they
provide a bark for him to get into, and in less than the twinkling of an
eye they carry him where they will and where his help is required; and so,
Sancho, this bark is placed here for the same purpose; this is as true as
that it is now day, and ere this one passes tie Dapple and Rocinante
together, and then in God's hand be it to guide us; for I would not hold
back from embarking, though barefooted friars were to beg me."</p>
<p>"As that's the case," said Sancho, "and your worship chooses to give in to
these—I don't know if I may call them absurdities—at every
turn, there's nothing for it but to obey and bow the head, bearing in mind
the proverb, 'Do as thy master bids thee, and sit down to table with him;'
but for all that, for the sake of easing my conscience, I warn your
worship that it is my opinion this bark is no enchanted one, but belongs
to some of the fishermen of the river, for they catch the best shad in the
world here."</p>
<p>As Sancho said this, he tied the beasts, leaving them to the care and
protection of the enchanters with sorrow enough in his heart. Don Quixote
bade him not be uneasy about deserting the animals, "for he who would
carry themselves over such longinquous roads and regions would take care
to feed them."</p>
<p>"I don't understand that logiquous," said Sancho, "nor have I ever heard
the word all the days of my life."</p>
<p>"Longinquous," replied Don Quixote, "means far off; but it is no wonder
thou dost not understand it, for thou art not bound to know Latin, like
some who pretend to know it and don't."</p>
<p>"Now they are tied," said Sancho; "what are we to do next?"</p>
<p>"What?" said Don Quixote, "cross ourselves and weigh anchor; I mean,
embark and cut the moorings by which the bark is held;" and the bark began
to drift away slowly from the bank. But when Sancho saw himself somewhere
about two yards out in the river, he began to tremble and give himself up
for lost; but nothing distressed him more than hearing Dapple bray and
seeing Rocinante struggling to get loose, and said he to his master,
"Dapple is braying in grief at our leaving him, and Rocinante is trying to
escape and plunge in after us. O dear friends, peace be with you, and may
this madness that is taking us away from you, turned into sober sense,
bring us back to you." And with this he fell weeping so bitterly, that Don
Quixote said to him, sharply and angrily, "What art thou afraid of,
cowardly creature? What art thou weeping at, heart of butter-paste? Who
pursues or molests thee, thou soul of a tame mouse? What dost thou want,
unsatisfied in the very heart of abundance? Art thou, perchance, tramping
barefoot over the Riphaean mountains, instead of being seated on a bench
like an archduke on the tranquil stream of this pleasant river, from which
in a short space we shall come out upon the broad sea? But we must have
already emerged and gone seven hundred or eight hundred leagues; and if I
had here an astrolabe to take the altitude of the pole, I could tell thee
how many we have travelled, though either I know little, or we have
already crossed or shall shortly cross the equinoctial line which parts
the two opposite poles midway."</p>
<p>"And when we come to that line your worship speaks of," said Sancho, "how
far shall we have gone?"</p>
<p>"Very far," said Don Quixote, "for of the three hundred and sixty degrees
that this terraqueous globe contains, as computed by Ptolemy, the greatest
cosmographer known, we shall have travelled one-half when we come to the
line I spoke of."</p>
<p>"By God," said Sancho, "your worship gives me a nice authority for what
you say, putrid Dolly something transmogrified, or whatever it is."</p>
<p>Don Quixote laughed at the interpretation Sancho put upon "computed," and
the name of the cosmographer Ptolemy, and said he, "Thou must know,
Sancho, that with the Spaniards and those who embark at Cadiz for the East
Indies, one of the signs they have to show them when they have passed the
equinoctial line I told thee of, is, that the lice die upon everybody on
board the ship, and not a single one is left, or to be found in the whole
vessel if they gave its weight in gold for it; so, Sancho, thou mayest as
well pass thy hand down thy thigh, and if thou comest upon anything alive
we shall be no longer in doubt; if not, then we have crossed."</p>
<p>"I don't believe a bit of it," said Sancho; "still, I'll do as your
worship bids me; though I don't know what need there is for trying these
experiments, for I can see with my own eyes that we have not moved five
yards away from the bank, or shifted two yards from where the animals
stand, for there are Rocinante and Dapple in the very same place where we
left them; and watching a point, as I do now, I swear by all that's good,
we are not stirring or moving at the pace of an ant."</p>
<p>"Try the test I told thee of, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "and don't mind
any other, for thou knowest nothing about colures, lines, parallels,
zodiacs, ecliptics, poles, solstices, equinoxes, planets, signs, bearings,
the measures of which the celestial and terrestrial spheres are composed;
if thou wert acquainted with all these things, or any portion of them,
thou wouldst see clearly how many parallels we have cut, what signs we
have seen, and what constellations we have left behind and are now leaving
behind. But again I tell thee, feel and hunt, for I am certain thou art
cleaner than a sheet of smooth white paper."</p>
<p>Sancho felt, and passing his hand gently and carefully down to the hollow
of his left knee, he looked up at his master and said, "Either the test is
a false one, or we have not come to where your worship says, nor within
many leagues of it."</p>
<p>"Why, how so?" asked Don Quixote; "hast thou come upon aught?"</p>
<p>"Ay, and aughts," replied Sancho; and shaking his fingers he washed his
whole hand in the river along which the boat was quietly gliding in
midstream, not moved by any occult intelligence or invisible enchanter,
but simply by the current, just there smooth and gentle.</p>
<p>They now came in sight of some large water mills that stood in the middle
of the river, and the instant Don Quixote saw them he cried out, "Seest
thou there, my friend? there stands the castle or fortress, where there
is, no doubt, some knight in durance, or ill-used queen, or infanta, or
princess, in whose aid I am brought hither."</p>
<p>"What the devil city, fortress, or castle is your worship talking about,
senor?" said Sancho; "don't you see that those are mills that stand in the
river to grind corn?"</p>
<p>"Hold thy peace, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "though they look like mills
they are not so; I have already told thee that enchantments transform
things and change their proper shapes; I do not mean to say they really
change them from one form into another, but that it seems as though they
did, as experience proved in the transformation of Dulcinea, sole refuge
of my hopes."</p>
<p>By this time, the boat, having reached the middle of the stream, began to
move less slowly than hitherto. The millers belonging to the mills, when
they saw the boat coming down the river, and on the point of being sucked
in by the draught of the wheels, ran out in haste, several of them, with
long poles to stop it, and being all mealy, with faces and garments
covered with flour, they presented a sinister appearance. They raised loud
shouts, crying, "Devils of men, where are you going to? Are you mad? Do
you want to drown yourselves, or dash yourselves to pieces among these
wheels?"</p>
<p>"Did I not tell thee, Sancho," said Don Quixote at this, "that we had
reached the place where I am to show what the might of my arm can do? See
what ruffians and villains come out against me; see what monsters oppose
me; see what hideous countenances come to frighten us! You shall soon see,
scoundrels!" And then standing up in the boat he began in a loud voice to
hurl threats at the millers, exclaiming, "Ill-conditioned and
worse-counselled rabble, restore to liberty and freedom the person ye hold
in durance in this your fortress or prison, high or low or of whatever
rank or quality he be, for I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, otherwise called
the Knight of the Lions, for whom, by the disposition of heaven above, it
is reserved to give a happy issue to this adventure;" and so saying he
drew his sword and began making passes in the air at the millers, who,
hearing but not understanding all this nonsense, strove to stop the boat,
which was now getting into the rushing channel of the wheels. Sancho fell
upon his knees devoutly appealing to heaven to deliver him from such
imminent peril; which it did by the activity and quickness of the millers,
who, pushing against the boat with their poles, stopped it, not, however,
without upsetting and throwing Don Quixote and Sancho into the water; and
lucky it was for Don Quixote that he could swim like a goose, though the
weight of his armour carried him twice to the bottom; and had it not been
for the millers, who plunged in and hoisted them both out, it would have
been Troy town with the pair of them. As soon as, more drenched than
thirsty, they were landed, Sancho went down on his knees and with clasped
hands and eyes raised to heaven, prayed a long and fervent prayer to God
to deliver him evermore from the rash projects and attempts of his master.
The fishermen, the owners of the boat, which the mill-wheels had knocked
to pieces, now came up, and seeing it smashed they proceeded to strip
Sancho and to demand payment for it from Don Quixote; but he with great
calmness, just as if nothing had happened him, told the millers and
fishermen that he would pay for the bark most cheerfully, on condition
that they delivered up to him, free and unhurt, the person or persons that
were in durance in that castle of theirs.</p>
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<p>"What persons or what castle art thou talking of, madman? Art thou for
carrying off the people who come to grind corn in these mills?"</p>
<p>"That's enough," said Don Quixote to himself, "it would be preaching in
the desert to attempt by entreaties to induce this rabble to do any
virtuous action. In this adventure two mighty enchanters must have
encountered one another, and one frustrates what the other attempts; one
provided the bark for me, and the other upset me; God help us, this world
is all machinations and schemes at cross purposes one with the other. I
can do no more." And then turning towards the mills he said aloud,
"Friends, whoe'er ye be that are immured in that prison, forgive me that,
to my misfortune and yours, I cannot deliver you from your misery; this
adventure is doubtless reserved and destined for some other knight."</p>
<p>So saying he settled with the fishermen, and paid fifty reals for the
boat, which Sancho handed to them very much against the grain, saying,
"With a couple more bark businesses like this we shall have sunk our whole
capital."</p>
<p>The fishermen and the millers stood staring in amazement at the two
figures, so very different to all appearance from ordinary men, and were
wholly unable to make out the drift of the observations and questions Don
Quixote addressed to them; and coming to the conclusion that they were
madmen, they left them and betook themselves, the millers to their mills,
and the fishermen to their huts. Don Quixote and Sancho returned to their
beasts, and to their life of beasts, and so ended the adventure of the
enchanted bark.</p>
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<h2> <SPAN name="ch30b" id="ch30b"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXX. </h2>
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<h3> OF DON QUIXOTE'S ADVENTURE WITH A FAIR HUNTRESS </h3>
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<p>They reached their beasts in low spirits and bad humour enough, knight and
squire, Sancho particularly, for with him what touched the stock of money
touched his heart, and when any was taken from him he felt as if he was
robbed of the apples of his eyes. In fine, without exchanging a word, they
mounted and quitted the famous river, Don Quixote absorbed in thoughts of
his love, Sancho in thinking of his advancement, which just then, it
seemed to him, he was very far from securing; for, fool as he was, he saw
clearly enough that his master's acts were all or most of them utterly
senseless; and he began to cast about for an opportunity of retiring from
his service and going home some day, without entering into any
explanations or taking any farewell of him. Fortune, however, ordered
matters after a fashion very much the opposite of what he contemplated.</p>
<p>It so happened that the next day towards sunset, on coming out of a wood,
Don Quixote cast his eyes over a green meadow, and at the far end of it
observed some people, and as he drew nearer saw that it was a hawking
party. Coming closer, he distinguished among them a lady of graceful mien,
on a pure white palfrey or hackney caparisoned with green trappings and a
silver-mounted side-saddle. The lady was also in green, and so richly and
splendidly dressed that splendour itself seemed personified in her. On her
left hand she bore a hawk, a proof to Don Quixote's mind that she must be
some great lady and the mistress of the whole hunting party, which was the
fact; so he said to Sancho, "Run Sancho, my son, and say to that lady on
the palfrey with the hawk that I, the Knight of the Lions, kiss the hands
of her exalted beauty, and if her excellence will grant me leave I will go
and kiss them in person and place myself at her service for aught that may
be in my power and her highness may command; and mind, Sancho, how thou
speakest, and take care not to thrust in any of thy proverbs into thy
message."</p>
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<p>"You've got a likely one here to thrust any in!" said Sancho; "leave me
alone for that! Why, this is not the first time in my life I have carried
messages to high and exalted ladies."</p>
<p>"Except that thou didst carry to the lady Dulcinea," said Don Quixote, "I
know not that thou hast carried any other, at least in my service."</p>
<p>"That is true," replied Sancho; "but pledges don't distress a good payer,
and in a house where there's plenty supper is soon cooked; I mean there's
no need of telling or warning me about anything; for I'm ready for
everything and know a little of everything."</p>
<p>"That I believe, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "go and good luck to thee, and
God speed thee."</p>
<p>Sancho went off at top speed, forcing Dapple out of his regular pace, and
came to where the fair huntress was standing, and dismounting knelt before
her and said, "Fair lady, that knight that you see there, the Knight of
the Lions by name, is my master, and I am a squire of his, and at home
they call me Sancho Panza. This same Knight of the Lions, who was called
not long since the Knight of the Rueful Countenance, sends by me to say
may it please your highness to give him leave that, with your permission,
approbation, and consent, he may come and carry out his wishes, which are,
as he says and I believe, to serve your exalted loftiness and beauty; and
if you give it, your ladyship will do a thing which will redound to your
honour, and he will receive a most distinguished favour and happiness."</p>
<p>"You have indeed, squire," said the lady, "delivered your message with all
the formalities such messages require; rise up, for it is not right that
the squire of a knight so great as he of the Rueful Countenance, of whom
we have heard a great deal here, should remain on his knees; rise, my
friend, and bid your master welcome to the services of myself and the duke
my husband, in a country house we have here."</p>
<p>Sancho got up, charmed as much by the beauty of the good lady as by her
high-bred air and her courtesy, but, above all, by what she had said about
having heard of his master, the Knight of the Rueful Countenance; for if
she did not call him Knight of the Lions it was no doubt because he had so
lately taken the name. "Tell me, brother squire," asked the duchess (whose
title, however, is not known), "this master of yours, is he not one of
whom there is a history extant in print, called 'The Ingenious Gentleman,
Don Quixote of La Mancha,' who has for the lady of his heart a certain
Dulcinea del Toboso?"</p>
<p>"He is the same, senora," replied Sancho; "and that squire of his who
figures, or ought to figure, in the said history under the name of Sancho
Panza, is myself, unless they have changed me in the cradle, I mean in the
press."</p>
<p>"I am rejoiced at all this," said the duchess; "go, brother Panza, and
tell your master that he is welcome to my estate, and that nothing could
happen me that could give me greater pleasure."</p>
<p>Sancho returned to his master mightily pleased with this gratifying
answer, and told him all the great lady had said to him, lauding to the
skies, in his rustic phrase, her rare beauty, her graceful gaiety, and her
courtesy. Don Quixote drew himself up briskly in his saddle, fixed himself
in his stirrups, settled his visor, gave Rocinante the spur, and with an
easy bearing advanced to kiss the hands of the duchess, who, having sent
to summon the duke her husband, told him while Don Quixote was approaching
all about the message; and as both of them had read the First Part of this
history, and from it were aware of Don Quixote's crazy turn, they awaited
him with the greatest delight and anxiety to make his acquaintance,
meaning to fall in with his humour and agree with everything he said, and,
so long as he stayed with them, to treat him as a knight-errant, with all
the ceremonies usual in the books of chivalry they had read, for they
themselves were very fond of them.</p>
<p>Don Quixote now came up with his visor raised, and as he seemed about to
dismount Sancho made haste to go and hold his stirrup for him; but in
getting down off Dapple he was so unlucky as to hitch his foot in one of
the ropes of the pack-saddle in such a way that he was unable to free it,
and was left hanging by it with his face and breast on the ground. Don
Quixote, who was not used to dismount without having the stirrup held,
fancying that Sancho had by this time come to hold it for him, threw
himself off with a lurch and brought Rocinante's saddle after him, which
was no doubt badly girthed, and saddle and he both came to the ground; not
without discomfiture to him and abundant curses muttered between his teeth
against the unlucky Sancho, who had his foot still in the shackles. The
duke ordered his huntsmen to go to the help of knight and squire, and they
raised Don Quixote, sorely shaken by his fall; and he, limping, advanced
as best he could to kneel before the noble pair. This, however, the duke
would by no means permit; on the contrary, dismounting from his horse, he
went and embraced Don Quixote, saying, "I am grieved, Sir Knight of the
Rueful Countenance, that your first experience on my ground should have
been such an unfortunate one as we have seen; but the carelessness of
squires is often the cause of worse accidents."</p>
<p>"That which has happened me in meeting you, mighty prince," replied Don
Quixote, "cannot be unfortunate, even if my fall had not stopped short of
the depths of the bottomless pit, for the glory of having seen you would
have lifted me up and delivered me from it. My squire, God's curse upon
him, is better at unloosing his tongue in talking impertinence than in
tightening the girths of a saddle to keep it steady; but however I may be,
allen or raised up, on foot or on horseback, I shall always be at your
service and that of my lady the duchess, your worthy consort, worthy queen
of beauty and paramount princess of courtesy."</p>
<p>"Gently, Senor Don Quixote of La Mancha," said the duke; "where my lady
Dona Dulcinea del Toboso is, it is not right that other beauties should be
praised."</p>
<p>Sancho, by this time released from his entanglement, was standing by, and
before his master could answer he said, "There is no denying, and it must
be maintained, that my lady Dulcinea del Toboso is very beautiful; but the
hare jumps up where one least expects it; and I have heard say that what
we call nature is like a potter that makes vessels of clay, and he who
makes one fair vessel can as well make two, or three, or a hundred; I say
so because, by my faith, my lady the duchess is in no way behind my
mistress the lady Dulcinea del Toboso."</p>
<p>Don Quixote turned to the duchess and said, "Your highness may conceive
that never had knight-errant in this world a more talkative or a droller
squire than I have, and he will prove the truth of what I say, if your
highness is pleased to accept of my services for a few days."</p>
<p>To which the duchess made answer, "that worthy Sancho is droll I consider
a very good thing, because it is a sign that he is shrewd; for drollery
and sprightliness, Senor Don Quixote, as you very well know, do not take
up their abode with dull wits; and as good Sancho is droll and sprightly I
here set him down as shrewd."</p>
<p>"And talkative," added Don Quixote.</p>
<p>"So much the better," said the duke, "for many droll things cannot be said
in few words; but not to lose time in talking, come, great Knight of the
Rueful Countenance-"</p>
<p>"Of the Lions, your highness must say," said Sancho, "for there is no
Rueful Countenance nor any such character now."</p>
<p>"He of the Lions be it," continued the duke; "I say, let Sir Knight of the
Lions come to a castle of mine close by, where he shall be given that
reception which is due to so exalted a personage, and which the duchess
and I are wont to give to all knights-errant who come there."</p>
<p>By this time Sancho had fixed and girthed Rocinante's saddle, and Don
Quixote having got on his back and the duke mounted a fine horse, they
placed the duchess in the middle and set out for the castle. The duchess
desired Sancho to come to her side, for she found infinite enjoyment in
listening to his shrewd remarks. Sancho required no pressing, but pushed
himself in between them and the duke, who thought it rare good fortune to
receive such a knight-errant and such a homely squire in their castle.</p>
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