"That I will do with all my heart," replied Dorothea, "if it will not be

wearisome to you to hear of miseries and misfortunes."

"It will not be wearisome, senora," said Don Quixote; to which Dorothea

replied, "Well, if that be so, give me your attention." As soon as she

said this, Cardenio and the barber drew close to her side, eager to hear

what sort of story the quick-witted Dorothea would invent for herself;

and Sancho did the same, for he was as much taken in by her as his

master; and she having settled herself comfortably in the saddle, and

with the help of coughing and other preliminaries taken time to think,

began with great sprightliness of manner in this fashion.

"First of all, I would have you know, sirs, that my name is-" and here

she stopped for a moment, for she forgot the name the curate had given

her; but he came to her relief, seeing what her difficulty was, and said,

"It is no wonder, senora, that your highness should be confused and

embarrassed in telling the tale of your misfortunes; for such afflictions

often have the effect of depriving the sufferers of memory, so that they

do not even remember their own names, as is the case now with your

ladyship, who has forgotten that she is called the Princess Micomicona,

lawful heiress of the great kingdom of Micomicon; and with this cue your

highness may now recall to your sorrowful recollection all you may wish

to tell us."

"That is the truth," said the damsel; "but I think from this on I shall

have no need of any prompting, and I shall bring my true story safe into

port, and here it is. The king my father, who was called Tinacrio the

Sapient, was very learned in what they call magic arts, and became aware

by his craft that my mother, who was called Queen Jaramilla, was to die

before he did, and that soon after he too was to depart this life, and I

was to be left an orphan without father or mother. But all this, he

declared, did not so much grieve or distress him as his certain knowledge

that a prodigious giant, the lord of a great island close to our kingdom,

Pandafilando of the Scowl by name--for it is averred that, though his

eyes are properly placed and straight, he always looks askew as if he

squinted, and this he does out of malignity, to strike fear and terror

into those he looks at--that he knew, I say, that this giant on becoming

aware of my orphan condition would overrun my kingdom with a mighty force

and strip me of all, not leaving me even a small village to shelter me;

but that I could avoid all this ruin and misfortune if I were willing to

marry him; however, as far as he could see, he never expected that I

would consent to a marriage so unequal; and he said no more than the

truth in this, for it has never entered my mind to marry that giant, or

any other, let him be ever so great or enormous. My father said, too,

that when he was dead, and I saw Pandafilando about to invade my kingdom,

I was not to wait and attempt to defend myself, for that would be

destructive to me, but that I should leave the kingdom entirely open to

him if I wished to avoid the death and total destruction of my good and

loyal vassals, for there would be no possibility of defending myself

against the giant's devilish power; and that I should at once with some

of my followers set out for Spain, where I should obtain relief in my

distress on finding a certain knight-errant whose fame by that time would

extend over the whole kingdom, and who would be called, if I remember

rightly, Don Azote or Don Gigote."




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