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<h3> WHICH DEALS WITH MATTERS RELATING TO THIS HISTORY AND NO OTHER </h3>
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<p>The duke and duchess resolved that the challenge Don Quixote had, for the
reason already mentioned, given their vassal, should be proceeded with;
and as the young man was in Flanders, whither he had fled to escape having
Dona Rodriguez for a mother-in-law, they arranged to substitute for him a
Gascon lacquey, named Tosilos, first of all carefully instructing him in
all he had to do. Two days later the duke told Don Quixote that in four
days from that time his opponent would present himself on the field of
battle armed as a knight, and would maintain that the damsel lied by half
a beard, nay a whole beard, if she affirmed that he had given her a
promise of marriage. Don Quixote was greatly pleased at the news, and
promised himself to do wonders in the lists, and reckoned it rare good
fortune that an opportunity should have offered for letting his noble
hosts see what the might of his strong arm was capable of; and so in high
spirits and satisfaction he awaited the expiration of the four days, which
measured by his impatience seemed spinning themselves out into four
hundred ages. Let us leave them to pass as we do other things, and go and
bear Sancho company, as mounted on Dapple, half glad, half sad, he paced
along on his road to join his master, in whose society he was happier than
in being governor of all the islands in the world. Well then, it so
happened that before he had gone a great way from the island of his
government (and whether it was island, city, town, or village that he
governed he never troubled himself to inquire) he saw coming along the
road he was travelling six pilgrims with staves, foreigners of that sort
that beg for alms singing; who as they drew near arranged themselves in a
line and lifting up their voices all together began to sing in their own
language something that Sancho could not with the exception of one word
which sounded plainly "alms," from which he gathered that it was alms they
asked for in their song; and being, as Cide Hamete says, remarkably
charitable, he took out of his alforias the half loaf and half cheese he
had been provided with, and gave them to them, explaining to them by signs
that he had nothing else to give them. They received them very gladly, but
exclaimed, "Geld! Geld!"</p>
<p>"I don't understand what you want of me, good people," said Sancho.</p>
<p>On this one of them took a purse out of his bosom and showed it to Sancho,
by which he comprehended they were asking for money, and putting his thumb
to his throat and spreading his hand upwards he gave them to understand
that he had not the sign of a coin about him, and urging Dapple forward he
broke through them. But as he was passing, one of them who had been
examining him very closely rushed towards him, and flinging his arms round
him exclaimed in a loud voice and good Spanish, "God bless me! What's this
I see? Is it possible that I hold in my arms my dear friend, my good
neighbour Sancho Panza? But there's no doubt about it, for I'm not asleep,
nor am I drunk just now."</p>
<p>Sancho was surprised to hear himself called by his name and find himself
embraced by a foreign pilgrim, and after regarding him steadily without
speaking he was still unable to recognise him; but the pilgrim perceiving
his perplexity cried, "What! and is it possible, Sancho Panza, that thou
dost not know thy neighbour Ricote, the Morisco shopkeeper of thy
village?"</p>
<p>Sancho upon this looking at him more carefully began to recall his
features, and at last recognised him perfectly, and without getting off
the ass threw his arms round his neck saying, "Who the devil could have
known thee, Ricote, in this mummer's dress thou art in? Tell me, who has
frenchified thee, and how dost thou dare to return to Spain, where if they
catch thee and recognise thee it will go hard enough with thee?"</p>
<p>"If thou dost not betray me, Sancho," said the pilgrim, "I am safe; for in
this dress no one will recognise me; but let us turn aside out of the road
into that grove there where my comrades are going to eat and rest, and
thou shalt eat with them there, for they are very good fellows; I'll have
time enough to tell thee then all that has happened me since I left our
village in obedience to his Majesty's edict that threatened such
severities against the unfortunate people of my nation, as thou hast
heard."</p>
<p>Sancho complied, and Ricote having spoken to the other pilgrims they
withdrew to the grove they saw, turning a considerable distance out of the
road. They threw down their staves, took off their pilgrim's cloaks and
remained in their under-clothing; they were all good-looking young
fellows, except Ricote, who was a man somewhat advanced in years. They
carried alforjas all of them, and all apparently well filled, at least
with things provocative of thirst, such as would summon it from two
leagues off. They stretched themselves on the ground, and making a
tablecloth of the grass they spread upon it bread, salt, knives, walnut,
scraps of cheese, and well-picked ham-bones which if they were past
gnawing were not past sucking. They also put down a black dainty called,
they say, caviar, and made of the eggs of fish, a great thirst-wakener.
Nor was there any lack of olives, dry, it is true, and without any
seasoning, but for all that toothsome and pleasant. But what made the best
show in the field of the banquet was half a dozen botas of wine, for each
of them produced his own from his alforjas; even the good Ricote, who from
a Morisco had transformed himself into a German or Dutchman, took out his,
which in size might have vied with the five others. They then began to eat
with very great relish and very leisurely, making the most of each morsel—very
small ones of everything—they took up on the point of the knife; and
then all at the same moment raised their arms and botas aloft, the mouths
placed in their mouths, and all eyes fixed on heaven just as if they were
taking aim at it; and in this attitude they remained ever so long, wagging
their heads from side to side as if in acknowledgment of the pleasure they
were enjoying while they decanted the bowels of the bottles into their own
stomachs.</p>
<p>Sancho beheld all, "and nothing gave him pain;" so far from that, acting
on the proverb he knew so well, "when thou art at Rome do as thou seest,"
he asked Ricote for his bota and took aim like the rest of them, and with
not less enjoyment. Four times did the botas bear being uplifted, but the
fifth it was all in vain, for they were drier and more sapless than a rush
by that time, which made the jollity that had been kept up so far begin to
flag.</p>
<p>Every now and then some one of them would grasp Sancho's right hand in his
own saying, "Espanoli y Tudesqui tuto uno: bon compano;" and Sancho would
answer, "Bon compano, jur a Di!" and then go off into a fit of laughter
that lasted an hour, without a thought for the moment of anything that had
befallen him in his government; for cares have very little sway over us
while we are eating and drinking. At length, the wine having come to an
end with them, drowsiness began to come over them, and they dropped asleep
on their very table and tablecloth. Ricote and Sancho alone remained
awake, for they had eaten more and drunk less, and Ricote drawing Sancho
aside, they seated themselves at the foot of a beech, leaving the pilgrims
buried in sweet sleep; and without once falling into his own Morisco
tongue Ricote spoke as follows in pure Castilian:</p>
<p>"Thou knowest well, neighbour and friend Sancho Panza, how the
proclamation or edict his Majesty commanded to be issued against those of
my nation filled us all with terror and dismay; me at least it did,
insomuch that I think before the time granted us for quitting Spain was
out, the full force of the penalty had already fallen upon me and upon my
children. I decided, then, and I think wisely (just like one who knows
that at a certain date the house he lives in will be taken from him, and
looks out beforehand for another to change into), I decided, I say, to
leave the town myself, alone and without my family, and go to seek out
some place to remove them to comfortably and not in the hurried way in
which the others took their departure; for I saw very plainly, and so did
all the older men among us, that the proclamations were not mere threats,
as some said, but positive enactments which would be enforced at the
appointed time; and what made me believe this was what I knew of the base
and extravagant designs which our people harboured, designs of such a
nature that I think it was a divine inspiration that moved his Majesty to
carry out a resolution so spirited; not that we were all guilty, for some
there were true and steadfast Christians; but they were so few that they
could make no head against those who were not; and it was not prudent to
cherish a viper in the bosom by having enemies in the house. In short it
was with just cause that we were visited with the penalty of banishment, a
mild and lenient one in the eyes of some, but to us the most terrible that
could be inflicted upon us. Wherever we are we weep for Spain; for after
all we were born there and it is our natural fatherland. Nowhere do we
find the reception our unhappy condition needs; and in Barbary and all the
parts of Africa where we counted upon being received, succoured, and
welcomed, it is there they insult and ill-treat us most. We knew not our
good fortune until we lost it; and such is the longing we almost all of us
have to return to Spain, that most of those who like myself know the
language, and there are many who do, come back to it and leave their wives
and children forsaken yonder, so great is their love for it; and now I
know by experience the meaning of the saying, sweet is the love of one's
country.</p>
<p>"I left our village, as I said, and went to France, but though they gave
us a kind reception there I was anxious to see all I could. I crossed into
Italy, and reached Germany, and there it seemed to me we might live with
more freedom, as the inhabitants do not pay any attention to trifling
points; everyone lives as he likes, for in most parts they enjoy liberty
of conscience. I took a house in a town near Augsburg, and then joined
these pilgrims, who are in the habit of coming to Spain in great numbers
every year to visit the shrines there, which they look upon as their
Indies and a sure and certain source of gain. They travel nearly all over
it, and there is no town out of which they do not go full up of meat and
drink, as the saying is, and with a real, at least, in money, and they
come off at the end of their travels with more than a hundred crowns
saved, which, changed into gold, they smuggle out of the kingdom either in
the hollow of their staves or in the patches of their pilgrim's cloaks or
by some device of their own, and carry to their own country in spite of
the guards at the posts and passes where they are searched. Now my purpose
is, Sancho, to carry away the treasure that I left buried, which, as it is
outside the town, I shall be able to do without risk, and to write, or
cross over from Valencia, to my daughter and wife, who I know are at
Algiers, and find some means of bringing them to some French port and
thence to Germany, there to await what it may be God's will to do with us;
for, after all, Sancho, I know well that Ricota my daughter and Francisca
Ricota my wife are Catholic Christians, and though I am not so much so,
still I am more of a Christian than a Moor, and it is always my prayer to
God that he will open the eyes of my understanding and show me how I am to
serve him; but what amazes me and I cannot understand is why my wife and
daughter should have gone to Barbary rather than to France, where they
could live as Christians."</p>
<p>To this Sancho replied, "Remember, Ricote, that may not have been open to
them, for Juan Tiopieyo thy wife's brother took them, and being a true
Moor he went where he could go most easily; and another thing I can tell
thee, it is my belief thou art going in vain to look for what thou hast
left buried, for we heard they took from thy brother-in-law and thy wife a
great quantity of pearls and money in gold which they brought to be
passed."</p>
<p>"That may be," said Ricote; "but I know they did not touch my hoard, for I
did not tell them where it was, for fear of accidents; and so, if thou
wilt come with me, Sancho, and help me to take it away and conceal it, I
will give thee two hundred crowns wherewith thou mayest relieve thy
necessities, and, as thou knowest, I know they are many."</p>
<p>"I would do it," said Sancho; "but I am not at all covetous, for I gave up
an office this morning in which, if I was, I might have made the walls of
my house of gold and dined off silver plates before six months were over;
and so for this reason, and because I feel I would be guilty of treason to
my king if I helped his enemies, I would not go with thee if instead of
promising me two hundred crowns thou wert to give me four hundred here in
hand."</p>
<p>"And what office is this thou hast given up, Sancho?" asked Ricote.</p>
<p>"I have given up being governor of an island," said Sancho, "and such a
one, faith, as you won't find the like of easily."</p>
<p>"And where is this island?" said Ricote.</p>
<p>"Where?" said Sancho; "two leagues from here, and it is called the island
of Barataria."</p>
<p>"Nonsense! Sancho," said Ricote; "islands are away out in the sea; there
are no islands on the mainland."</p>
<p>"What? No islands!" said Sancho; "I tell thee, friend Ricote, I left it
this morning, and yesterday I was governing there as I pleased like a
sagittarius; but for all that I gave it up, for it seemed to me a
dangerous office, a governor's."</p>
<p>"And what hast thou gained by the government?" asked Ricote.</p>
<p>"I have gained," said Sancho, "the knowledge that I am no good for
governing, unless it is a drove of cattle, and that the riches that are to
be got by these governments are got at the cost of one's rest and sleep,
ay and even one's food; for in islands the governors must eat little,
especially if they have doctors to look after their health."</p>
<p>"I don't understand thee, Sancho," said Ricote; "but it seems to me all
nonsense thou art talking. Who would give thee islands to govern? Is there
any scarcity in the world of cleverer men than thou art for governors?
Hold thy peace, Sancho, and come back to thy senses, and consider whether
thou wilt come with me as I said to help me to take away treasure I left
buried (for indeed it may be called a treasure, it is so large), and I
will give thee wherewithal to keep thee, as I told thee."</p>
<p>"And I have told thee already, Ricote, that I will not," said Sancho; "let
it content thee that by me thou shalt not be betrayed, and go thy way in
God's name and let me go mine; for I know that well-gotten gain may be
lost, but ill-gotten gain is lost, itself and its owner likewise."</p>
<p>"I will not press thee, Sancho," said Ricote; "but tell me, wert thou in
our village when my wife and daughter and brother-in-law left it?"</p>
<p>"I was so," said Sancho; "and I can tell thee thy daughter left it looking
so lovely that all the village turned out to see her, and everybody said
she was the fairest creature in the world. She wept as she went, and
embraced all her friends and acquaintances and those who came out to see
her, and she begged them all to commend her to God and Our Lady his
mother, and this in such a touching way that it made me weep myself,
though I'm not much given to tears commonly; and, faith, many a one would
have liked to hide her, or go out and carry her off on the road; but the
fear of going against the king's command kept them back. The one who
showed himself most moved was Don Pedro Gregorio, the rich young heir thou
knowest of, and they say he was deep in love with her; and since she left
he has not been seen in our village again, and we all suspect he has gone
after her to steal her away, but so far nothing has been heard of it."</p>
<p>"I always had a suspicion that gentleman had a passion for my daughter,"
said Ricote; "but as I felt sure of my Ricota's virtue it gave me no
uneasiness to know that he loved her; for thou must have heard it said,
Sancho, that the Morisco women seldom or never engage in amours with the
old Christians; and my daughter, who I fancy thought more of being a
Christian than of lovemaking, would not trouble herself about the
attentions of this heir."</p>
<p>"God grant it," said Sancho, "for it would be a bad business for both of
them; but now let me be off, friend Ricote, for I want to reach where my
master Don Quixote is to-night."</p>
<p>"God be with thee, brother Sancho," said Ricote; "my comrades are
beginning to stir, and it is time, too, for us to continue our journey;"
and then they both embraced, and Sancho mounted Dapple, and Ricote leant
upon his staff, and so they parted.</p>
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<p>The length of time he delayed with Ricote prevented Sancho from reaching
the duke's castle that day, though he was within half a league of it when
night, somewhat dark and cloudy, overtook him. This, however, as it was
summer time, did not give him much uneasiness, and he turned aside out of
the road intending to wait for morning; but his ill luck and hard fate so
willed it that as he was searching about for a place to make himself as
comfortable as possible, he and Dapple fell into a deep dark hole that lay
among some very old buildings. As he fell he commended himself with all
his heart to God, fancying he was not going to stop until he reached the
depths of the bottomless pit; but it did not turn out so, for at little
more than thrice a man's height Dapple touched bottom, and he found
himself sitting on him without having received any hurt or damage
whatever. He felt himself all over and held his breath to try whether he
was quite sound or had a hole made in him anywhere, and finding himself
all right and whole and in perfect health he was profuse in his thanks to
God our Lord for the mercy that had been shown him, for he made sure he
had been broken into a thousand pieces. He also felt along the sides of
the pit with his hands to see if it were possible to get out of it without
help, but he found they were quite smooth and afforded no hold anywhere,
at which he was greatly distressed, especially when he heard how
pathetically and dolefully Dapple was bemoaning himself, and no wonder he
complained, nor was it from ill-temper, for in truth he was not in a very
good case. "Alas," said Sancho, "what unexpected accidents happen at every
step to those who live in this miserable world! Who would have said that
one who saw himself yesterday sitting on a throne, governor of an island,
giving orders to his servants and his vassals, would see himself to-day
buried in a pit without a soul to help him, or servant or vassal to come
to his relief? Here must we perish with hunger, my ass and myself, if
indeed we don't die first, he of his bruises and injuries, and I of grief
and sorrow. At any rate I'll not be as lucky as my master Don Quixote of
La Mancha, when he went down into the cave of that enchanted Montesinos,
where he found people to make more of him than if he had been in his own
house; for it seems he came in for a table laid out and a bed ready made.
There he saw fair and pleasant visions, but here I'll see, I imagine,
toads and adders. Unlucky wretch that I am, what an end my follies and
fancies have come to! They'll take up my bones out of this, when it is
heaven's will that I'm found, picked clean, white and polished, and my
good Dapple's with them, and by that, perhaps, it will be found out who we
are, at least by such as have heard that Sancho Panza never separated from
his ass, nor his ass from Sancho Panza. Unlucky wretches, I say again,
that our hard fate should not let us die in our own country and among our
own people, where if there was no help for our misfortune, at any rate
there would be some one to grieve for it and to close our eyes as we
passed away! O comrade and friend, how ill have I repaid thy faithful
services! Forgive me, and entreat Fortune, as well as thou canst, to
deliver us out of this miserable strait we are both in; and I promise to
put a crown of laurel on thy head, and make thee look like a poet
laureate, and give thee double feeds."</p>
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<p>In this strain did Sancho bewail himself, and his ass listened to him, but
answered him never a word, such was the distress and anguish the poor
beast found himself in. At length, after a night spent in bitter moanings
and lamentations, day came, and by its light Sancho perceived that it was
wholly impossible to escape out of that pit without help, and he fell to
bemoaning his fate and uttering loud shouts to find out if there was
anyone within hearing; but all his shouting was only crying in the
wilderness, for there was not a soul anywhere in the neighbourhood to hear
him, and then at last he gave himself up for dead. Dapple was lying on his
back, and Sancho helped him to his feet, which he was scarcely able to
keep; and then taking a piece of bread out of his alforjas which had
shared their fortunes in the fall, he gave it to the ass, to whom it was
not unwelcome, saying to him as if he understood him, "With bread all
sorrows are less."</p>
<p>And now he perceived on one side of the pit a hole large enough to admit a
person if he stooped and squeezed himself into a small compass. Sancho
made for it, and entered it by creeping, and found it wide and spacious on
the inside, which he was able to see as a ray of sunlight that penetrated
what might be called the roof showed it all plainly. He observed too that
it opened and widened out into another spacious cavity; seeing which he
made his way back to where the ass was, and with a stone began to pick
away the clay from the hole until in a short time he had made room for the
beast to pass easily, and this accomplished, taking him by the halter, he
proceeded to traverse the cavern to see if there was any outlet at the
other end. He advanced, sometimes in the dark, sometimes without light,
but never without fear; "God Almighty help me!" said he to himself; "this
that is a misadventure to me would make a good adventure for my master Don
Quixote. He would have been sure to take these depths and dungeons for
flowery gardens or the palaces of Galiana, and would have counted upon
issuing out of this darkness and imprisonment into some blooming meadow;
but I, unlucky that I am, hopeless and spiritless, expect at every step
another pit deeper than the first to open under my feet and swallow me up
for good; 'welcome evil, if thou comest alone.'"</p>
<p>In this way and with these reflections he seemed to himself to have
travelled rather more than half a league, when at last he perceived a dim
light that looked like daylight and found its way in on one side, showing
that this road, which appeared to him the road to the other world, led to
some opening.</p>
<p>Here Cide Hamete leaves him, and returns to Don Quixote, who in high
spirits and satisfaction was looking forward to the day fixed for the
battle he was to fight with him who had robbed Dona Rodriguez's daughter
of her honour, for whom he hoped to obtain satisfaction for the wrong and
injury shamefully done to her. It came to pass, then, that having sallied
forth one morning to practise and exercise himself in what he would have
to do in the encounter he expected to find himself engaged in the next
day, as he was putting Rocinante through his paces or pressing him to the
charge, he brought his feet so close to a pit that but for reining him in
tightly it would have been impossible for him to avoid falling into it. He
pulled him up, however, without a fall, and coming a little closer
examined the hole without dismounting; but as he was looking at it he
heard loud cries proceeding from it, and by listening attentively was able
to make out that he who uttered them was saying, "Ho, above there! is
there any Christian that hears me, or any charitable gentleman that will
take pity on a sinner buried alive, on an unfortunate disgoverned
governor?"</p>
<p>It struck Don Quixote that it was the voice of Sancho Panza he heard,
whereat he was taken aback and amazed, and raising his own voice as much
as he could, he cried out, "Who is below there? Who is that complaining?"</p>
<p>"Who should be here, or who should complain," was the answer, "but the
forlorn Sancho Panza, for his sins and for his ill-luck governor of the
island of Barataria, squire that was to the famous knight Don Quixote of
La Mancha?"</p>
<p>When Don Quixote heard this his amazement was redoubled and his
perturbation grew greater than ever, for it suggested itself to his mind
that Sancho must be dead, and that his soul was in torment down there; and
carried away by this idea he exclaimed, "I conjure thee by everything that
as a Catholic Christian I can conjure thee by, tell me who thou art; and
if thou art a soul in torment, tell me what thou wouldst have me do for
thee; for as my profession is to give aid and succour to those that need
it in this world, it will also extend to aiding and succouring the
distressed of the other, who cannot help themselves."</p>
<p>"In that case," answered the voice, "your worship who speaks to me must be
my master Don Quixote of La Mancha; nay, from the tone of the voice it is
plain it can be nobody else."</p>
<p>"Don Quixote I am," replied Don Quixote, "he whose profession it is to aid
and succour the living and the dead in their necessities; wherefore tell
me who thou art, for thou art keeping me in suspense; because, if thou art
my squire Sancho Panza, and art dead, since the devils have not carried
thee off, and thou art by God's mercy in purgatory, our holy mother the
Roman Catholic Church has intercessory means sufficient to release thee
from the pains thou art in; and I for my part will plead with her to that
end, so far as my substance will go; without further delay, therefore,
declare thyself, and tell me who thou art."</p>
<p>"By all that's good," was the answer, "and by the birth of whomsoever your
worship chooses, I swear, Senor Don Quixote of La Mancha, that I am your
squire Sancho Panza, and that I have never died all my life; but that,
having given up my government for reasons that would require more time to
explain, I fell last night into this pit where I am now, and Dapple is
witness and won't let me lie, for more by token he is here with me."</p>
<p>Nor was this all; one would have fancied the ass understood what Sancho
said, because that moment he began to bray so loudly that the whole cave
rang again.</p>
<p>"Famous testimony!" exclaimed Don Quixote; "I know that bray as well as if
I was its mother, and thy voice too, my Sancho. Wait while I go to the
duke's castle, which is close by, and I will bring some one to take thee
out of this pit into which thy sins no doubt have brought thee."</p>
<p>"Go, your worship," said Sancho, "and come back quick for God's sake; for
I cannot bear being buried alive any longer, and I'm dying of fear."</p>
<p>Don Quixote left him, and hastened to the castle to tell the duke and
duchess what had happened Sancho, and they were not a little astonished at
it; they could easily understand his having fallen, from the confirmatory
circumstance of the cave which had been in existence there from time
immemorial; but they could not imagine how he had quitted the government
without their receiving any intimation of his coming. To be brief, they
fetched ropes and tackle, as the saying is, and by dint of many hands and
much labour they drew up Dapple and Sancho Panza out of the darkness into
the light of day. A student who saw him remarked, "That's the way all bad
governors should come out of their governments, as this sinner comes out
of the depths of the pit, dead with hunger, pale, and I suppose without a
farthing."</p>
<p>Sancho overheard him and said, "It is eight or ten days, brother growler,
since I entered upon the government of the island they gave me, and all
that time I never had a bellyful of victuals, no not for an hour; doctors
persecuted me and enemies crushed my bones; nor had I any opportunity of
taking bribes or levying taxes; and if that be the case, as it is, I don't
deserve, I think, to come out in this fashion; but 'man proposes and God
disposes;' and God knows what is best, and what suits each one best; and
'as the occasion, so the behaviour;' and 'let nobody say "I won't drink of
this water;"' and 'where one thinks there are flitches, there are no
pegs;' God knows my meaning and that's enough; I say no more, though I
could."</p>
<p>"Be not angry or annoyed at what thou hearest, Sancho," said Don Quixote,
"or there will never be an end of it; keep a safe conscience and let them
say what they like; for trying to stop slanderers' tongues is like trying
to put gates to the open plain. If a governor comes out of his government
rich, they say he has been a thief; and if he comes out poor, that he has
been a noodle and a blockhead."</p>
<p>"They'll be pretty sure this time," said Sancho, "to set me down for a
fool rather than a thief."</p>
<p>Thus talking, and surrounded by boys and a crowd of people, they reached
the castle, where in one of the corridors the duke and duchess stood
waiting for them; but Sancho would not go up to see the duke until he had
first put up Dapple in the stable, for he said he had passed a very bad
night in his last quarters; then he went upstairs to see his lord and
lady, and kneeling before them he said, "Because it was your highnesses'
pleasure, not because of any desert of my own, I went to govern your
island of Barataria, which 'I entered naked, and naked I find myself; I
neither lose nor gain.' Whether I have governed well or ill, I have had
witnesses who will say what they think fit. I have answered questions, I
have decided causes, and always dying of hunger, for Doctor Pedro Recio of
Tirteafuera, the island and governor doctor, would have it so. Enemies
attacked us by night and put us in a great quandary, but the people of the
island say they came off safe and victorious by the might of my arm; and
may God give them as much health as there's truth in what they say. In
short, during that time I have weighed the cares and responsibilities
governing brings with it, and by my reckoning I find my shoulders can't
bear them, nor are they a load for my loins or arrows for my quiver; and
so, before the government threw me over I preferred to throw the
government over; and yesterday morning I left the island as I found it,
with the same streets, houses, and roofs it had when I entered it. I asked
no loan of anybody, nor did I try to fill my pocket; and though I meant to
make some useful laws, I made hardly any, as I was afraid they would not
be kept; for in that case it comes to the same thing to make them or not
to make them. I quitted the island, as I said, without any escort except
my ass; I fell into a pit, I pushed on through it, until this morning by
the light of the sun I saw an outlet, but not so easy a one but that, had
not heaven sent me my master Don Quixote, I'd have stayed there till the
end of the world. So now my lord and lady duke and duchess, here is your
governor Sancho Panza, who in the bare ten days he has held the government
has come by the knowledge that he would not give anything to be governor,
not to say of an island, but of the whole world; and that point being
settled, kissing your worships' feet, and imitating the game of the boys
when they say, 'leap thou, and give me one,' I take a leap out of the
government and pass into the service of my master Don Quixote; for after
all, though in it I eat my bread in fear and trembling, at any rate I take
my fill; and for my part, so long as I'm full, it's all alike to me
whether it's with carrots or with partridges."</p>
<p>Here Sancho brought his long speech to an end, Don Quixote having been the
whole time in dread of his uttering a host of absurdities; and when he
found him leave off with so few, he thanked heaven in his heart. The duke
embraced Sancho and told him he was heartily sorry he had given up the
government so soon, but that he would see that he was provided with some
other post on his estate less onerous and more profitable. The duchess
also embraced him, and gave orders that he should be taken good care of,
as it was plain to see he had been badly treated and worse bruised.</p>
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