"And so it is," said the curate, and he promised to teach it to him on

the first opportunity. They then agreed that for the present the curate

should mount, and that the three should ride by turns until they reached

the inn, which might be about six leagues from where they were.

Three then being mounted, that is to say, Don Quixote, the princess, and

the curate, and three on foot, Cardenio, the barber, and Sancho Panza,

Don Quixote said to the damsel:

"Let your highness, lady, lead on whithersoever is most pleasing to you;"

but before she could answer the licentiate said:

"Towards what kingdom would your ladyship direct our course? Is it

perchance towards that of Micomicon? It must be, or else I know little

about kingdoms."

She, being ready on all points, understood that she was to answer "Yes,"

so she said "Yes, senor, my way lies towards that kingdom."

"In that case," said the curate, "we must pass right through my village,

and there your worship will take the road to Cartagena, where you will be

able to embark, fortune favouring; and if the wind be fair and the sea

smooth and tranquil, in somewhat less than nine years you may come in

sight of the great lake Meona, I mean Meotides, which is little more than

a hundred days' journey this side of your highness's kingdom."

"Your worship is mistaken, senor," said she; "for it is not two years

since I set out from it, and though I never had good weather,

nevertheless I am here to behold what I so longed for, and that is my

lord Don Quixote of La Mancha, whose fame came to my ears as soon as I

set foot in Spain and impelled me to go in search of him, to commend

myself to his courtesy, and entrust the justice of my cause to the might

of his invincible arm."

"Enough; no more praise," said Don Quixote at this, "for I hate all

flattery; and though this may not be so, still language of the kind is

offensive to my chaste ears. I will only say, senora, that whether it has

might or not, that which it may or may not have shall be devoted to your

service even to death; and now, leaving this to its proper season, I

would ask the senor licentiate to tell me what it is that has brought him

into these parts, alone, unattended, and so lightly clad that I am filled

with amazement."

"I will answer that briefly," replied the curate; "you must know then,

Senor Don Quixote, that Master Nicholas, our friend and barber, and I

were going to Seville to receive some money that a relative of mine who

went to the Indies many years ago had sent me, and not such a small sum

but that it was over sixty thousand pieces of eight, full weight, which

is something; and passing by this place yesterday we were attacked by

four footpads, who stripped us even to our beards, and them they stripped

off so that the barber found it necessary to put on a false one, and even

this young man here"-pointing to Cardenio--"they completely transformed.

But the best of it is, the story goes in the neighbourhood that those who

attacked us belong to a number of galley slaves who, they say, were set

free almost on the very same spot by a man of such valour that, in spite

of the commissary and of the guards, he released the whole of them; and

beyond all doubt he must have been out of his senses, or he must be as

great a scoundrel as they, or some man without heart or conscience to let

the wolf loose among the sheep, the fox among the hens, the fly among the

honey. He has defrauded justice, and opposed his king and lawful master,

for he opposed his just commands; he has, I say, robbed the galleys of

their feet, stirred up the Holy Brotherhood which for many years past has

been quiet, and, lastly, has done a deed by which his soul may be lost

without any gain to his body." Sancho had told the curate and the barber

of the adventure of the galley slaves, which, so much to his glory, his

master had achieved, and hence the curate in alluding to it made the most

of it to see what would be said or done by Don Quixote; who changed

colour at every word, not daring to say that it was he who had been the

liberator of those worthy people. "These, then," said the curate, "were

they who robbed us; and God in his mercy pardon him who would not let

them go to the punishment they deserved."




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