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<h3> WHEREIN IS MADE KNOWN WHO THE KNIGHT OF THE WHITE MOON WAS; LIKEWISE DON GREGORIO'S RELEASE, AND OTHER EVENTS </h3>
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<p>Don Antonio Moreno followed the Knight of the White Moon, and a number of
boys followed him too, nay pursued him, until they had him fairly housed
in a hostel in the heart of the city. Don Antonio, eager to make his
acquaintance, entered also; a squire came out to meet him and remove his
armour, and he shut himself into a lower room, still attended by Don
Antonio, whose bread would not bake until he had found out who he was. He
of the White Moon, seeing then that the gentleman would not leave him,
said, "I know very well, senor, what you have come for; it is to find out
who I am; and as there is no reason why I should conceal it from you,
while my servant here is taking off my armour I will tell you the true
state of the case, without leaving out anything. You must know, senor,
that I am called the bachelor Samson Carrasco. I am of the same village as
Don Quixote of La Mancha, whose craze and folly make all of us who know
him feel pity for him, and I am one of those who have felt it most; and
persuaded that his chance of recovery lay in quiet and keeping at home and
in his own house, I hit upon a device for keeping him there. Three months
ago, therefore, I went out to meet him as a knight-errant, under the
assumed name of the Knight of the Mirrors, intending to engage him in
combat and overcome him without hurting him, making it the condition of
our combat that the vanquished should be at the disposal of the victor.
What I meant to demand of him (for I regarded him as vanquished already)
was that he should return to his own village, and not leave it for a whole
year, by which time he might be cured. But fate ordered it otherwise, for
he vanquished me and unhorsed me, and so my plan failed. He went his way,
and I came back conquered, covered with shame, and sorely bruised by my
fall, which was a particularly dangerous one. But this did not quench my
desire to meet him again and overcome him, as you have seen to-day. And as
he is so scrupulous in his observance of the laws of knight-errantry, he
will, no doubt, in order to keep his word, obey the injunction I have laid
upon him. This, senor, is how the matter stands, and I have nothing more
to tell you. I implore of you not to betray me, or tell Don Quixote who I
am; so that my honest endeavours may be successful, and that a man of
excellent wits—were he only rid of the fooleries of chivalry—may
get them back again."</p>
<p>"O senor," said Don Antonio, "may God forgive you the wrong you have done
the whole world in trying to bring the most amusing madman in it back to
his senses. Do you not see, senor, that the gain by Don Quixote's sanity
can never equal the enjoyment his crazes give? But my belief is that all
the senor bachelor's pains will be of no avail to bring a man so
hopelessly cracked to his senses again; and if it were not uncharitable, I
would say may Don Quixote never be cured, for by his recovery we lose not
only his own drolleries, but his squire Sancho Panza's too, any one of
which is enough to turn melancholy itself into merriment. However, I'll
hold my peace and say nothing to him, and we'll see whether I am right in
my suspicion that Senor Carrasco's efforts will be fruitless."</p>
<p>The bachelor replied that at all events the affair promised well, and he
hoped for a happy result from it; and putting his services at Don
Antonio's commands he took his leave of him; and having had his armour
packed at once upon a mule, he rode away from the city the same day on the
horse he rode to battle, and returned to his own country without meeting
any adventure calling for record in this veracious history.</p>
<p>Don Antonio reported to the viceroy what Carrasco told him, and the
viceroy was not very well pleased to hear it, for with Don Quixote's
retirement there was an end to the amusement of all who knew anything of
his mad doings.</p>
<p>Six days did Don Quixote keep his bed, dejected, melancholy, moody and out
of sorts, brooding over the unhappy event of his defeat. Sancho strove to
comfort him, and among other things he said to him, "Hold up your head,
senor, and be of good cheer if you can, and give thanks to heaven that if
you have had a tumble to the ground you have not come off with a broken
rib; and, as you know that 'where they give they take,' and that 'there
are not always fletches where there are pegs,' a fig for the doctor, for
there's no need of him to cure this ailment. Let us go home, and give over
going about in search of adventures in strange lands and places; rightly
looked at, it is I that am the greater loser, though it is your worship
that has had the worse usage. With the government I gave up all wish to be
a governor again, but I did not give up all longing to be a count; and
that will never come to pass if your worship gives up becoming a king by
renouncing the calling of chivalry; and so my hopes are going to turn into
smoke."</p>
<p>"Peace, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "thou seest my suspension and
retirement is not to exceed a year; I shall soon return to my honoured
calling, and I shall not be at a loss for a kingdom to win and a county to
bestow on thee."</p>
<p>"May God hear it and sin be deaf," said Sancho; "I have always heard say
that 'a good hope is better than a bad holding."</p>
<p>As they were talking Don Antonio came in looking extremely pleased and
exclaiming, "Reward me for my good news, Senor Don Quixote! Don Gregorio
and the renegade who went for him have come ashore—ashore do I say?
They are by this time in the viceroy's house, and will be here
immediately."</p>
<p>Don Quixote cheered up a little and said, "Of a truth I am almost ready to
say I should have been glad had it turned out just the other way, for it
would have obliged me to cross over to Barbary, where by the might of my
arm I should have restored to liberty, not only Don Gregorio, but all the
Christian captives there are in Barbary. But what am I saying, miserable
being that I am? Am I not he that has been conquered? Am I not he that has
been overthrown? Am I not he who must not take up arms for a year? Then
what am I making professions for; what am I bragging about; when it is
fitter for me to handle the distaff than the sword?"</p>
<p>"No more of that, senor," said Sancho; "'let the hen live, even though it
be with her pip; 'today for thee and to-morrow for me;' in these affairs
of encounters and whacks one must not mind them, for he that falls to-day
may get up to-morrow; unless indeed he chooses to lie in bed, I mean gives
way to weakness and does not pluck up fresh spirit for fresh battles; let
your worship get up now to receive Don Gregorio; for the household seems
to be in a bustle, and no doubt he has come by this time;" and so it
proved, for as soon as Don Gregorio and the renegade had given the viceroy
an account of the voyage out and home, Don Gregorio, eager to see Ana
Felix, came with the renegade to Don Antonio's house. When they carried
him away from Algiers he was in woman's dress; on board the vessel,
however, he exchanged it for that of a captive who escaped with him; but
in whatever dress he might be he looked like one to be loved and served
and esteemed, for he was surpassingly well-favoured, and to judge by
appearances some seventeen or eighteen years of age. Ricote and his
daughter came out to welcome him, the father with tears, the daughter with
bashfulness. They did not embrace each other, for where there is deep love
there will never be overmuch boldness. Seen side by side, the comeliness
of Don Gregorio and the beauty of Ana Felix were the admiration of all who
were present. It was silence that spoke for the lovers at that moment, and
their eyes were the tongues that declared their pure and happy feelings.
The renegade explained the measures and means he had adopted to rescue Don
Gregorio, and Don Gregorio at no great length, but in a few words, in
which he showed that his intelligence was in advance of his years,
described the peril and embarrassment he found himself in among the women
with whom he had sojourned. To conclude, Ricote liberally recompensed and
rewarded as well the renegade as the men who had rowed; and the renegade
effected his readmission into the body of the Church and was reconciled
with it, and from a rotten limb became by penance and repentance a clean
and sound one.</p>
<p>Two days later the viceroy discussed with Don Antonio the steps they
should take to enable Ana Felix and her father to stay in Spain, for it
seemed to them there could be no objection to a daughter who was so good a
Christian and a father to all appearance so well disposed remaining there.
Don Antonio offered to arrange the matter at the capital, whither he was
compelled to go on some other business, hinting that many a difficult
affair was settled there with the help of favour and bribes.</p>
<p>"Nay," said Ricote, who was present during the conversation, "it will not
do to rely upon favour or bribes, because with the great Don Bernardino de
Velasco, Conde de Salazar, to whom his Majesty has entrusted our
expulsion, neither entreaties nor promises, bribes nor appeals to
compassion, are of any use; for though it is true he mingles mercy with
justice, still, seeing that the whole body of our nation is tainted and
corrupt, he applies to it the cautery that burns rather than the salve
that soothes; and thus, by prudence, sagacity, care and the fear he
inspires, he has borne on his mighty shoulders the weight of this great
policy and carried it into effect, all our schemes and plots,
importunities and wiles, being ineffectual to blind his Argus eyes, ever
on the watch lest one of us should remain behind in concealment, and like
a hidden root come in course of time to sprout and bear poisonous fruit in
Spain, now cleansed, and relieved of the fear in which our vast numbers
kept it. Heroic resolve of the great Philip the Third, and unparalleled
wisdom to have entrusted it to the said Don Bernardino de Velasco!"</p>
<p>"At any rate," said Don Antonio, "when I am there I will make all possible
efforts, and let heaven do as pleases it best; Don Gregorio will come with
me to relieve the anxiety which his parents must be suffering on account
of his absence; Ana Felix will remain in my house with my wife, or in a
monastery; and I know the viceroy will be glad that the worthy Ricote
should stay with him until we see what terms I can make."</p>
<p>The viceroy agreed to all that was proposed; but Don Gregorio on learning
what had passed declared he could not and would not on any account leave
Ana Felix; however, as it was his purpose to go and see his parents and
devise some way of returning for her, he fell in with the proposed
arrangement. Ana Felix remained with Don Antonio's wife, and Ricote in the
viceroy's house.</p>
<p>The day for Don Antonio's departure came; and two days later that for Don
Quixote's and Sancho's, for Don Quixote's fall did not suffer him to take
the road sooner. There were tears and sighs, swoonings and sobs, at the
parting between Don Gregorio and Ana Felix. Ricote offered Don Gregorio a
thousand crowns if he would have them, but he would not take any save five
which Don Antonio lent him and he promised to repay at the capital. So the
two of them took their departure, and Don Quixote and Sancho afterwards,
as has been already said, Don Quixote without his armour and in travelling
gear, and Sancho on foot, Dapple being loaded with the armour.</p>
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<h2> <SPAN name="ch66b" id="ch66b"></SPAN>CHAPTER LXVI. </h2>
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<h3> WHICH TREATS OF WHAT HE WHO READS WILL SEE, OR WHAT HE WHO HAS IT READ TO HIM WILL HEAR </h3>
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<p>As he left Barcelona, Don Quixote turned gaze upon the spot where he had
fallen. "Here Troy was," said he; "here my ill-luck, not my cowardice,
robbed me of all the glory I had won; here Fortune made me the victim of
her caprices; here the lustre of my achievements was dimmed; here, in a
word, fell my happiness never to rise again."</p>
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<p>"Senor," said Sancho on hearing this, "it is the part of brave hearts to
be patient in adversity just as much as to be glad in prosperity; I judge
by myself, for, if when I was a governor I was glad, now that I am a
squire and on foot I am not sad; and I have heard say that she whom
commonly they call Fortune is a drunken whimsical jade, and, what is more,
blind, and therefore neither sees what she does, nor knows whom she casts
down or whom she sets up."</p>
<p>"Thou art a great philosopher, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "thou speakest
very sensibly; I know not who taught thee. But I can tell thee there is no
such thing as Fortune in the world, nor does anything which takes place
there, be it good or bad, come about by chance, but by the special
preordination of heaven; and hence the common saying that 'each of us is
the maker of his own Fortune.' I have been that of mine; but not with the
proper amount of prudence, and my self-confidence has therefore made me
pay dearly; for I ought to have reflected that Rocinante's feeble strength
could not resist the mighty bulk of the Knight of the White Moon's horse.
In a word, I ventured it, I did my best, I was overthrown, but though I
lost my honour I did not lose nor can I lose the virtue of keeping my
word. When I was a knight-errant, daring and valiant, I supported my
achievements by hand and deed, and now that I am a humble squire I will
support my words by keeping the promise I have given. Forward then, Sancho
my friend, let us go to keep the year of the novitiate in our own country,
and in that seclusion we shall pick up fresh strength to return to the by
me never-forgotten calling of arms."</p>
<p>"Senor," returned Sancho, "travelling on foot is not such a pleasant thing
that it makes me feel disposed or tempted to make long marches. Let us
leave this armour hung up on some tree, instead of some one that has been
hanged; and then with me on Dapple's back and my feet off the ground we
will arrange the stages as your worship pleases to measure them out; but
to suppose that I am going to travel on foot, and make long ones, is to
suppose nonsense."</p>
<p>"Thou sayest well, Sancho," said Don Quixote; "let my armour be hung up
for a trophy, and under it or round it we will carve on the trees what was
inscribed on the trophy of Roland's armour-</p>
<p>These let none move<br/> Who dareth not his might with Roland prove."</p>
<p>"That's the very thing," said Sancho; "and if it was not that we should
feel the want of Rocinante on the road, it would be as well to leave him
hung up too."</p>
<p>"And yet, I had rather not have either him or the armour hung up," said
Don Quixote, "that it may not be said, 'for good service a bad return.'"</p>
<p>"Your worship is right," said Sancho; "for, as sensible people hold, 'the
fault of the ass must not be laid on the pack-saddle;' and, as in this
affair the fault is your worship's, punish yourself and don't let your
anger break out against the already battered and bloody armour, or the
meekness of Rocinante, or the tenderness of my feet, trying to make them
travel more than is reasonable."</p>
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<p>In converse of this sort the whole of that day went by, as did the four
succeeding ones, without anything occurring to interrupt their journey,
but on the fifth as they entered a village they found a great number of
people at the door of an inn enjoying themselves, as it was a holiday.
Upon Don Quixote's approach a peasant called out, "One of these two
gentlemen who come here, and who don't know the parties, will tell us what
we ought to do about our wager."</p>
<p>"That I will, certainly," said Don Quixote, "and according to the rights
of the case, if I can manage to understand it."</p>
<p>"Well, here it is, worthy sir," said the peasant; "a man of this village
who is so fat that he weighs twenty stone challenged another, a neighbour
of his, who does not weigh more than nine, to run a race. The agreement
was that they were to run a distance of a hundred paces with equal
weights; and when the challenger was asked how the weights were to be
equalised he said that the other, as he weighed nine stone, should put
eleven in iron on his back, and that in this way the twenty stone of the
thin man would equal the twenty stone of the fat one."</p>
<p>"Not at all," exclaimed Sancho at once, before Don Quixote could answer;
"it's for me, that only a few days ago left off being a governor and a
judge, as all the world knows, to settle these doubtful questions and give
an opinion in disputes of all sorts."</p>
<p>"Answer in God's name, Sancho my friend," said Don Quixote, "for I am not
fit to give crumbs to a cat, my wits are so confused and upset."</p>
<p>With this permission Sancho said to the peasants who stood clustered round
him, waiting with open mouths for the decision to come from his,
"Brothers, what the fat man requires is not in reason, nor has it a shadow
of justice in it; because, if it be true, as they say, that the challenged
may choose the weapons, the other has no right to choose such as will
prevent and keep him from winning. My decision, therefore, is that the fat
challenger prune, peel, thin, trim and correct himself, and take eleven
stone of his flesh off his body, here or there, as he pleases, and as
suits him best; and being in this way reduced to nine stone weight, he
will make himself equal and even with nine stone of his opponent, and they
will be able to run on equal terms."</p>
<p>"By all that's good," said one of the peasants as he heard Sancho's
decision, "but the gentleman has spoken like a saint, and given judgment
like a canon! But I'll be bound the fat man won't part with an ounce of
his flesh, not to say eleven stone."</p>
<p>"The best plan will be for them not to run," said another, "so that
neither the thin man break down under the weight, nor the fat one strip
himself of his flesh; let half the wager be spent in wine, and let's take
these gentlemen to the tavern where there's the best, and 'over me be the
cloak when it rains."</p>
<p>"I thank you, sirs," said Don Quixote; "but I cannot stop for an instant,
for sad thoughts and unhappy circumstances force me to seem discourteous
and to travel apace;" and spurring Rocinante he pushed on, leaving them
wondering at what they had seen and heard, at his own strange figure and
at the shrewdness of his servant, for such they took Sancho to be; and
another of them observed, "If the servant is so clever, what must the
master be? I'll bet, if they are going to Salamanca to study, they'll come
to be alcaldes of the Court in a trice; for it's a mere joke—only to
read and read, and have interest and good luck; and before a man knows
where he is he finds himself with a staff in his hand or a mitre on his
head."</p>
<p>That night master and man passed out in the fields in the open air, and
the next day as they were pursuing their journey they saw coming towards
them a man on foot with alforjas at the neck and a javelin or spiked staff
in his hand, the very cut of a foot courier; who, as soon as he came close
to Don Quixote, increased his pace and half running came up to him, and
embracing his right thigh, for he could reach no higher, exclaimed with
evident pleasure, "O Senor Don Quixote of La Mancha, what happiness it
will be to the heart of my lord the duke when he knows your worship is
coming back to his castle, for he is still there with my lady the
duchess!"</p>
<p>"I do not recognise you, friend," said Don Quixote, "nor do I know who you
are, unless you tell me."</p>
<p>"I am Tosilos, my lord the duke's lacquey, Senor Don Quixote," replied the
courier; "he who refused to fight your worship about marrying the daughter
of Dona Rodriguez."</p>
<p>"God bless me!" exclaimed Don Quixote; "is it possible that you are the
one whom mine enemies the enchanters changed into the lacquey you speak of
in order to rob me of the honour of that battle?"</p>
<p>"Nonsense, good sir!" said the messenger; "there was no enchantment or
transformation at all; I entered the lists just as much lacquey Tosilos as
I came out of them lacquey Tosilos. I thought to marry without fighting,
for the girl had taken my fancy; but my scheme had a very different
result, for as soon as your worship had left the castle my lord the duke
had a hundred strokes of the stick given me for having acted contrary to
the orders he gave me before engaging in the combat; and the end of the
whole affair is that the girl has become a nun, and Dona Rodriguez has
gone back to Castile, and I am now on my way to Barcelona with a packet of
letters for the viceroy which my master is sending him. If your worship
would like a drop, sound though warm, I have a gourd here full of the
best, and some scraps of Tronchon cheese that will serve as a provocative
and wakener of your thirst if so be it is asleep."</p>
<p>"I take the offer," said Sancho; "no more compliments about it; pour out,
good Tosilos, in spite of all the enchanters in the Indies."</p>
<p>"Thou art indeed the greatest glutton in the world, Sancho," said Don
Quixote, "and the greatest booby on earth, not to be able to see that this
courier is enchanted and this Tosilos a sham one; stop with him and take
thy fill; I will go on slowly and wait for thee to come up with me."</p>
<p>The lacquey laughed, unsheathed his gourd, unwalletted his scraps, and
taking out a small loaf of bread he and Sancho seated themselves on the
green grass, and in peace and good fellowship finished off the contents of
the alforjas down to the bottom, so resolutely that they licked the
wrapper of the letters, merely because it smelt of cheese.</p>
<p>Said Tosilos to Sancho, "Beyond a doubt, Sancho my friend, this master of
thine ought to be a madman."</p>
<p>"Ought!" said Sancho; "he owes no man anything; he pays for everything,
particularly when the coin is madness. I see it plain enough, and I tell
him so plain enough; but what's the use? especially now that it is all
over with him, for here he is beaten by the Knight of the White Moon."</p>
<p>Tosilos begged him to explain what had happened him, but Sancho replied
that it would not be good manners to leave his master waiting for him; and
that some other day if they met there would be time enough for that; and
then getting up, after shaking his doublet and brushing the crumbs out of
his beard, he drove Dapple on before him, and bidding adieu to Tosilos
left him and rejoined his master, who was waiting for him under the shade
of a tree.</p>
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