"What?" said Don Quixote: "give aid and assistance to the weak andthose who need
it; and thou must know, Sancho, that this which comesopposite to us is conducted
and led by the mighty emperor Alifanfaron,lord of the great isle of Trapobana; this
other that marches behind meis that of his enemy the king of the Garamantas, Pentapolin
of theBare Arm, for he always goes into battle with his right arm bare."
"But why are these two lords such enemies?"
"They are at enmity," replied Don Quixote, "because this Alifanfaronis a furious
pagan and is in love with the daughter of Pentapolin, whois a very beautiful and
moreover gracious lady, and a Christian, andher father is unwilling to bestow her
upon the pagan king unless hefirst abandons the religion of his false prophet Mahomet,
and adoptshis own."
"By my beard," said Sancho, "but Pentapolin does quite right, andI will help
him as much as I can."
"In that thou wilt do what is thy duty, Sancho," said Don Quixote;"for to engage
in battles of this sort it is not requisite to be adubbed knight."
"That I can well understand," answered Sancho; "but where shall weput this ass
where we may be sure to find him after the fray isover? for I believe it has not
been the custom so far to go intobattle on a beast of this kind."
"That is true," said Don Quixote, "and what you had best do with himis to leave
him to take his chance whether he be lost or not, forthe horses we shall have when
we come out victors will be so many thateven Rocinante will run a risk of being
changed for another. Butattend to me and observe, for I wish to give thee some account
ofthe chief knights who accompany these two armies; and that thou mayestthe better
see and mark, let us withdraw to that hillock which risesyonder, whence both armies
may be seen."
They did so, and placed themselves on a rising ground from which thetwo droves
that Don Quixote made armies of might have been plainlyseen if the clouds of dust
they raised had not obscured them andblinded the sight; nevertheless, seeing in
his imagination what he didnot see and what did not exist, he began thus in a loud
"That knight whom thou seest yonder in yellow armour, who bears uponhis shield
a lion crowned crouching at the feet of a damsel, is thevaliant Laurcalco, lord
of the Silver Bridge; that one in armourwith flowers of gold, who bears on his shield
three crowns argent onan azure field, is the dreaded Micocolembo, grand duke of
Quirocia;that other of gigantic frame, on his right hand, is the ever dauntlessBrandabarbaran
de Boliche, lord of the three Arabias, who for armourwears that serpent skin, and
has for shield a gate which, according totradition, is one of those of the temple
that Samson brought to theground when by his death he revenged himself upon his
enemies. Butturn thine eyes to the other side, and thou shalt see in front andin
the van of this other army the ever victorious and never vanquishedTimonel of Carcajona,
prince of New Biscay, who comes in armour witharms quartered azure, vert, white,
and yellow, and bears on his shielda cat or on a field tawny with a motto which
says Miau, which is thebeginning of the name of his lady, who according to report
is thepeerless Miaulina, daughter of the duke Alfeniquen of the Algarve; theother,
who burdens and presses the loins of that powerful chargerand bears arms white as
snow and a shield blank and without anydevice, is a novice knight, a Frenchman by
birth, Pierres Papin byname, lord of the baronies of Utrique; that other, who withiron-shod
heels strikes the flanks of that nimble parti-colouredzebra, and for arms bears
azure vair, is the mighty duke of Nerbia,Espartafilardo del Bosque, who bears for
device on his shield anasparagus plant with a motto in Castilian that says, Rastrea
misuerte." And so he went on naming a number of knights of onesquadron or the other
out of his imagination, and to all he assignedoff-hand their arms, colours, devices,
and mottoes, carried away bythe illusions of his unheard-of craze; and without a
pause, hecontinued, "People of divers nations compose this squadron in front;here
are those that drink of the sweet waters of the famous Xanthus,those that scour
the woody Massilian plains, those that sift thepure fine gold of Arabia Felix, those
that enjoy the famed coolbanks of the crystal Thermodon, those that in many and
various waysdivert the streams of the golden Pactolus, the Numidians, faithless
intheir promises, the Persians renowned in archery, the Parthians andthe Medes that
fight as they fly, the Arabs that ever shift theirdwellings, the Scythians as cruel
as they are fair, the Ethiopianswith pierced lips, and an infinity of other nations
whose features Irecognise and descry, though I cannot recall their names. In thisother
squadron there come those that drink of the crystal streams ofthe olive-bearing
Betis, those that make smooth their countenanceswith the water of the ever rich
and golden Tagus, those that rejoicein the fertilising flow of the divine Genil,
those that roam theTartesian plains abounding in pasture, those that take theirpleasure
in the Elysian meadows of Jerez, the rich Mancheganscrowned with ruddy ears of corn,
the wearers of iron, old relics ofthe Gothic race, those that bathe in the Pisuerga
renowned for itsgentle current, those that feed their herds along the spreadingpastures
of the winding Guadiana famed for its hidden course, thosethat tremble with the
cold of the pineclad Pyrenees or the dazzlingsnows of the lofty Apennine; in a word,
as many as all Europe includesand contains."
Good God! what a number of countries and nations he named! giving toeach its
proper attributes with marvellous readiness; brimful andsaturated with what he had
read in his lying books! Sancho Panzahung upon his words without speaking, and from
time to time turnedto try if he could see the knights and giants his master wasdescribing,
and as he could not make out one of them he said to him:
"Senor, devil take it if there's a sign of any man you talk of,knight or giant,
in the whole thing; maybe it's all enchantment,like the phantoms last night."
"How canst thou say that!" answered Don Quixote; "dost thou not hearthe neighing
of the steeds, the braying of the trumpets, the roll ofthe drums?"
"I hear nothing but a great bleating of ewes and sheep," saidSancho; which was
true, for by this time the two flocks had comeclose.
"The fear thou art in, Sancho," said Don Quixote, "prevents theefrom seeing or
hearing correctly, for one of the effects of fear is toderange the senses and make
things appear different from what theyare; if thou art in such fear, withdraw to
one side and leave me tomyself, for alone I suffice to bring victory to that side
to which Ishall give my aid;" and so saying he gave Rocinante the spur, andputting
the lance in rest, shot down the slope like a thunderbolt.Sancho shouted after him,
crying, "Come back, Senor Don Quixote; I vowto God they are sheep and ewes you are
charging! Come back! Unluckythe father that begot me! what madness is this! Look,
there is nogiant, nor knight, nor cats, nor arms, nor shields quartered or whole,nor
vair azure or bedevilled. What are you about? Sinner that I ambefore God!" But not
for all these entreaties did Don Quixote turnback; on the contrary he went on shouting
out, "Ho, knights, ye whofollow and fight under the banners of the valiant emperor
Pentapolinof the Bare Arm, follow me all; ye shall see how easily I shall givehim
his revenge over his enemy Alifanfaron of the Trapobana."
So saying, he dashed into the midst of the squadron of ewes, andbegan spearing
them with as much spirit and intrepidity as if hewere transfixing mortal enemies
in earnest. The shepherds anddrovers accompanying the flock shouted to him to desist;
seeing it wasno use, they ungirt their slings and began to salute his ears withstones
as big as one's fist. Don Quixote gave no heed to the stones,but, letting drive
right and left kept saying:
"Where art thou, proud Alifanfaron? Come before me; I am a singleknight who would
fain prove thy prowess hand to hand, and make theeyield thy life a penalty for the
wrong thou dost to the valiantPentapolin Garamanta." Here came a sugar-plum from
the brook thatstruck him on the side and buried a couple of ribs in his body.Feeling
himself so smitten, he imagined himself slain or badly woundedfor certain, and recollecting
his liquor he drew out his flask, andputting it to his mouth began to pour the contents
into his stomach;but ere he had succeeded in swallowing what seemed to him enough,there
came another almond which struck him on the hand and on theflask so fairly that
it smashed it to pieces, knocking three or fourteeth and grinders out of his mouth
in its course, and sorely crushingtwo fingers of his hand. Such was the force of
the first blow and ofthe second, that the poor knight in spite of himself came downbackwards
off his horse. The shepherds came up, and felt sure they hadkilled him; so in all
haste they collected their flock together,took up the dead beasts, of which there
were more than seven, and madeoff without waiting to ascertain anything further.
All this time Sancho stood on the hill watching the crazy featshis master was
performing, and tearing his beard and cursing thehour and the occasion when fortune
had made him acquainted with him.Seeing him, then, brought to the ground, and that
the shepherds hadtaken themselves off, he ran to him and found him in very bad case,though
not unconscious; and said he:
"Did I not tell you to come back, Senor Don Quixote; and that whatyou were going
to attack were not armies but droves of sheep?"
"That's how that thief of a sage, my enemy, can alter and falsifythings," answered
Don Quixote; "thou must know, Sancho, that it is avery easy matter for those of
his sort to make us believe what theychoose; and this malignant being who persecutes
me, envious of theglory he knew I was to win in this battle, has turned the squadrons
ofthe enemy into droves of sheep. At any rate, do this much, I beg ofthee, Sancho,
to undeceive thyself, and see that what I say is true;mount thy ass and follow them
quietly, and thou shalt see that whenthey have gone some little distance from this
they will return totheir original shape and, ceasing to be sheep, become men in
allrespects as I described them to thee at first. But go not just yet,for I want
thy help and assistance; come hither, and see how many ofmy teeth and grinders are
missing, for I feel as if there was notone left in my mouth."
Sancho came so close that he almost put his eyes into his mouth; nowjust at that
moment the balsam had acted on the stomach of DonQuixote, so, at the very instant
when Sancho came to examine hismouth, he discharged all its contents with more force
than a musket,and full into the beard of the compassionate squire.
"Holy Mary!" cried Sancho, "what is this that has happened me?Clearly this sinner
is mortally wounded, as he vomits blood from themouth;" but considering the matter
a little more closely heperceived by the colour, taste, and smell, that it was not
blood butthe balsam from the flask which he had seen him drink; and he wastaken
with such a loathing that his stomach turned, and he vomitedup his inside over his
very master, and both were left in a preciousstate. Sancho ran to his ass to get
something wherewith to cleanhimself, and relieve his master, out of his alforjas;
but notfinding them, he well-nigh took leave of his senses, and cursedhimself anew,
and in his heart resolved to quit his master andreturn home, even though he forfeited
the wages of his service and allhopes of the promised island.
Don Quixote now rose, and putting his left hand to his mouth to keephis teeth
from falling out altogether, with the other he laid holdof the bridle of Rocinante,
who had never stirred from his master'sside- so loyal and well-behaved was he- and
betook himself to wherethe squire stood leaning over his ass with his hand to his
cheek, likeone in deep dejection. Seeing him in this mood, looking so sad, DonQuixote
said to him:
"Bear in mind, Sancho, that one man is no more than another,unless he does more
than another; all these tempests that fall upon usare signs that fair weather is
coming shortly, and that things will gowell with us, for it is impossible for good
or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted long,
thegood must be now nigh at hand; so thou must not distress thyself atthe misfortunes
which happen to me, since thou hast no share in them."
"How have I not?" replied Sancho; "was he whom they blanketedyesterday perchance
any other than my father's son? and the alforjasthat are missing to-day with all
my treasures, did they belong toany other but myself?"
"What! are the alforjas missing, Sancho?" said Don Quixote.
"Yes, they are missing," answered Sancho.
"In that case we have nothing to eat to-day," replied Don Quixote.
"It would be so," answered Sancho, "if there were none of theherbs your worship
says you know in these meadows, those with whichknights-errant as unlucky as your
worship are wont to supply such-likeshortcomings."
"For all that," answered Don Quixote, "I would rather have justnow a quarter
of bread, or a loaf and a couple of pilchards' heads,than all the herbs described
by Dioscorides, even with Doctor Laguna'snotes. Nevertheless, Sancho the Good, mount
thy beast and come alongwith me, for God, who provides for all things, will not
fail us(more especially when we are so active in his service as we are),since he
fails not the midges of the air, nor the grubs of theearth, nor the tadpoles of
the water, and is so merciful that hemaketh his sun to rise on the good and on the
evil, and sendeth rainon the unjust and on the just."
"Your worship would make a better preacher than knight-errant," saidSancho.
"Knights-errant knew and ought to know everything, Sancho," said DonQuixote;
"for there were knights-errant in former times as wellqualified to deliver a sermon
or discourse in the middle of anencampment, as if they had graduated in the University
of Paris;whereby we may see that the lance has never blunted the pen, nor thepen