"I promise thee, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "the author of our history

will be some sage enchanter; for to such nothing that they choose to

write about is hidden."

"What!" said Sancho, "a sage and an enchanter! Why, the bachelor Samson

Carrasco (that is the name of him I spoke of) says the author of the

history is called Cide Hamete Berengena."

"That is a Moorish name," said Don Quixote.

"May be so," replied Sancho; "for I have heard say that the Moors are

mostly great lovers of berengenas."

"Thou must have mistaken the surname of this 'Cide'--which means in

Arabic 'Lord'--Sancho," observed Don Quixote.

"Very likely," replied Sancho, "but if your worship wishes me to fetch

the bachelor I will go for him in a twinkling."

"Thou wilt do me a great pleasure, my friend," said Don Quixote, "for

what thou hast told me has amazed me, and I shall not eat a morsel that

will agree with me until I have heard all about it."

"Then I am off for him," said Sancho; and leaving his master he went in

quest of the bachelor, with whom he returned in a short time, and, all

three together, they had a very droll colloquy.




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