{"id":200,"date":"2019-12-01T16:45:24","date_gmt":"2019-12-01T16:45:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/first-part-part-three-chapter-xix-2\/"},"modified":"2020-03-15T08:23:19","modified_gmt":"2020-03-15T08:23:19","slug":"first-part-part-three-chapter-xix","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/first-part-part-three-chapter-xix\/","title":{"rendered":"First Part. Part Three. Chapter XIX"},"content":{"raw":"CHAPTER XIX<\/a>\r\n
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Regarding the discerning words that Sancho exchanged with his master, and the adventure he had with a dead body, as well as other famous events<\/span><\/h2>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

\u201cIt seems to me, Se\u00f1or, that all these misfortunes we\u2019ve had recently are surely a punishment for the sin your grace committed against your order of chivalry, since you didn\u2019t keep the vow you made not to eat bread from a tablecloth or to lie with the queen, and everything else that comes afterward and that your grace swore to fulfill, including taking that helmet of Malandrino140<\/a><\/span><\/sup> or whatever the Moor\u2019s name is, I don\u2019t remember exactly.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYou are certainly correct, Sancho,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbut to tell you the truth, it had slipped my mind; and you can also be sure your negligence in not reminding me of it in time is the reason you had the incident with the blanket, but I shall rectify that for you, for in the order of chivalry there are means to grant dispensations for everything.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBut when did I ever swear to anything?\u201d responded Sancho.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIt does not matter that you have not made a vow,\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cIt is enough for me to understand that you are not completely free of complicity, and so, just in case, it would be a good idea for us to settle on a remedy.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWell, if that\u2019s true,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cyour grace should be sure not to forget about it the way you forgot your vow; maybe the phantoms will feel like having fun with me again, or even with your grace, if they see you being so persistent.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

They were engaged in this and other conversations when night <\/a>found them still on the road, not having found a place to sleep; even worse, they were perishing of hunger, for the loss of the saddlebags meant the loss of all their provisions and supplies. And as a final confirmation of their misfortune, they had an adventure that, without any kind of contrivance, really did seem to be one. And so night fell, bringing some darkness with it, but despite this they continued on, for Sancho believed that since the road was the king\u2019s highway, in one or two leagues it was likely they would find an inn.<\/p>\r\n

They were riding along, then, the night dark, the squire hungry, and the master with a desire to eat, when they saw coming toward them, on the same road they were traveling, a great multitude of lights that looked like nothing so much as moving stars. Sancho was frightened when he saw them, and Don Quixote felt uneasy; one tugged on his donkey\u2019s halter, and the other pulled at the reins of his skinny horse, and they came to a halt, looking carefully to see what those lights might be, and they saw them approaching, and the closer they came the bigger they seemed; seeing this, Sancho began to tremble like a jack-in-the-box, and the hairs on Don Quixote\u2019s head stood on end; then, taking heart, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThis, Sancho, is undoubtedly an exceedingly great and dangerous adventure, in which it will be necessary for me to demonstrate all my valor and courage.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWoe is me!\u201d Sancho responded. \u201cIf this adventure has anything to do with phantoms, which is how it\u2019s looking to me, who has the ribs that can stand it?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhether they are phantoms or not,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cI shall not permit any of them to touch even a thread of your garments, for if they had their fun with you the last time, it was because I could not get over the wall of the corral, but now we are in open country, where I shall be able to wield my sword as I choose.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAnd if they enchant you and stop you from moving the way they did the last time,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cwhat difference will it make if you\u2019re in open country or not?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cDespite everything,\u201d replied Don Quixote, \u201cI beg you, Sancho, to have courage, for experience will allow you to understand the extent of mine.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI will, may it please God,\u201d responded Sancho.<\/p>\r\n

And the two of them moved to the side of the road and began again to look closely to see what those traveling lights might be, and it was not <\/a>long before they were able to make out a good number of shirted men,141<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and at that fearful sight Sancho completely lost his courage, and his teeth began to chatter as if he had quartain fever, and the clatter of his teeth grew louder when they could make out clearly what this was, because they saw some twenty shirted men, all of them mounted and carrying burning torches in their hands, and behind them came a litter covered in mourning, followed by another six mounted men draped in mourning down to the hooves of their mules, for the calm gait made it clear that these were not horses. The shirted men were talking quietly among themselves in low, sorrowful voices. This strange vision, at that hour and in so deserted a place, was more than enough to instill fear in Sancho\u2019s heart, and even in his master\u2019s, and if that was true for Don Quixote, then Sancho had already lost whatever courage he had. But the opposite happened to his master, for in his vivid imagination this appeared to be another adventure from his books.<\/p>\r\n

It seemed to him that the litter was a bier carrying a gravely wounded or dead knight, and that it was reserved for him alone to take revenge on his behalf, and so, without another word, he couched his lance, positioned himself in the saddle, and with a gallant spirit and bearing stopped in the middle of the road along which the shirted men necessarily had to pass; when he saw that they were near, he raised his voice and said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cHalt, O knights, or whomsoever you may be, and give an account of yourselves: from whence you come, whither you are going, and whom you carry on that bier; for by all indications either you have committed an offense or one has been committed against you, and it is needful and proper that I know of it, either to punish you for your evil deeds or to avenge the wrong that has been done to you.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWe\u2019re in a hurry,\u201d responded one of the shirted men, \u201cand the inn is far, and we can\u2019t stop to give the accounting you ask for.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And spurring his mule, he rode forward. Don Quixote took great offense at this reply, and seizing the mule\u2019s bridle, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cHalt, and be more courteous, and give the accounting for which I have asked; otherwise, all of you must do battle with me.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The mule was skittish, and when his bridle was seized he became so frightened that he bucked and threw his rider to the ground. A servant who was on foot, seeing the shirted man fall, began to insult Don Quixote, who was angry by now, and without waiting to hear more, he couched his lance, attacked one of the mourners, wounded him, and <\/a>knocked him to the ground; when he turned to face the rest of them, it was wonderful to see how quickly he charged and routed them, for at that moment Rocinante moved with such speed and arrogance, it seemed as if he had sprouted wings.<\/p>\r\n

All the shirted men were timorous and unarmed, and at the first opportunity they immediately left the fray and began to run across the fields, holding their burning torches, and they looked like nothing so much as the figures in masks who run about on nights of revels and celebrations. The men in mourning, caught up and swaddled in their soutanes and cassocks, could not move; and so, in complete safety, Don Quixote struck them all and drove them away against their will, for they all thought he was not a man but a devil from hell who had come to take the dead body they were carrying on the litter.<\/p>\r\n

Sancho saw it all, amazed at his master\u2019s boldness, and he said to himself:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNo doubt about it, this master of mine is as courageous and brave as he says.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

A torch was burning on the ground next to the first man who had been thrown by his mule, and in its light Don Quixote could see him; and coming over to him, he put the point of his lance to his face, telling him to yield; if not, he would kill him. To which the fallen man responded:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI have yielded and then some; I can\u2019t move because my leg is broken; I beg your grace, if you are a Christian gentleman, not to kill me, for you would commit a great sacrilege: I am a licentiate and have taken my first vows.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThen what the devil has brought you here,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbeing a man of the Church?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhat, Se\u00f1or?\u201d replied the fallen man. \u201cMy misfortune.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAn even greater one awaits you,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cif you do not answer to my satisfaction everything I asked you earlier.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYour grace will easily have your satisfaction,\u201d responded the licentiate, \u201cand so your grace should know that even though I said before that I was a licentiate, I am only a bachelor, and my name is Alonso L\u00f3pez; I\u2019m a native of Alcobendas, and I have come from the city of Baeza, with eleven other priests, the men who fled with the torches; we are going to the city of Segovia, escorting the dead body that lies in that litter, a gentleman who died in Baeza, where he was originally interred, and now, as I\u2019ve said, we are carrying his bones to his grave in Segovia, his native city.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWho killed him?\u201d asked Don Quixote.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cGod, by means of a pestilential fever,\u201d responded the bachelor.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIn that case,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cOur Lord has relieved me of the task which I was going to undertake to avenge his death, if anyone else had killed him; but since he was killed by the One who killed him, there is no other recourse but to be silent and shrug one\u2019s shoulders, which is what I should do if He had killed me. And I want your reverence to know that I am a knight from La Mancha, named Don Quixote, and it is my occupation and profession to wander the world righting wrongs and rectifying injuries.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know how you can speak of righting wrongs,\u201d said the bachelor, \u201cfor you have certainly wronged me and broken my leg, which won\u2019t ever be right again; and in rectifying my injuries, you have injured me so much that I\u2019ll go on being injured for the rest of my life; it was a great misadventure for me to run across a man who is seeking adventures.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNot all things,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201chappen in precisely the same way. The harm, Se\u00f1or Bachelor Alonso L\u00f3pez, lay in all of you coming as you did, at night, dressed in those surplices, holding burning torches, and praying, and draped in mourning, for you indeed appeared to be evil beings from the next world; as a consequence, I could not fail to fulfill my obligation and attack you, and I should have attacked even if I had known for a fact you were all demons from hell, which is what I deemed and considered you to be.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSince this is what fate had in store for me,\u201d said the bachelor of arts, \u201cI implore your grace, Se\u00f1or Knight Errant (who has treated me with such errancy), to help me out from under this mule, for my leg is caught between the stirrup and the saddle.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI might have talked until morning!\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cHow long would you have waited to tell me of your plight?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Then he called to Sancho Panza, who took no notice, because he was busy going through the provisions on a pack mule that belonged to those good gentlemen and was well-supplied with things to eat. Sancho made a sack out of his coat, gathered up as much as he could fit into that pouch, loaded it onto his donkey, and then responded to his master\u2019s calls and helped to remove the weight of the mule from the bachelor. After placing him on the animal\u2019s back, Sancho handed him his torch, and Don Quixote told him to follow after his companions and, on his behalf, to beg their pardon for the offense against them, which it had not been in his power to avoid committing. Sancho also said to him:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf, by chance, those gentlemen would like to know who the valiant man is who offended them, your grace can say he is the famous Don Quixote of La Mancha, also known as The Knight of the Sorrowful Face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At this the bachelor rode off, and Don Quixote asked Sancho what had moved him to call him The Knight of the Sorrowful Face<\/span> at that moment and at no other.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI was looking at you for a while in the light of the torch that unlucky man was carrying, and the truth is that your grace has the sorriest-looking face I\u2019ve seen recently, and it must be on account of your weariness after this battle, or the molars and teeth you\u2019ve lost.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIt is not that,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cbut rather that the wise man whose task it will be to write the history of my deeds must have thought it would be a good idea if I took some appellative title as did the knights of the past: one was called The Knight of the Blazing Sword;<\/span> another, The Knight of the Unicorn;<\/span> yet another, The Knight of the Damsels;<\/span> this one, The Knight of the Phoenix;<\/span> that one, The Knight of the Griffon;<\/span> the other, The Knight of Death;<\/span> 142<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and by these names and insignias they were known all around the world. And so I say that the wise man I have already mentioned must have put on your tongue and in your thoughts the idea of calling me The Knight of the Sorrowful Face,<\/span> which is what I plan to call myself from now on; and so that this name may be even more fitting, I resolve to have depicted on my shield, when there is time, a very sorrowful face.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no reason to waste time and money making that face,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cWhat your grace should do instead is uncover yours and show it to those who are looking at you, and right away, without any images or shields, they\u2019ll call you The Knight of the Sorrowful Face;<\/span> believe me, I\u2019m telling you the truth, because I promise your grace, Se\u00f1or, and I\u2019m only joking, that hunger and your missing teeth give you such a sorry-looking face that, as I\u2019ve said, you can easily do without the sorrowful picture.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote laughed at Sancho\u2019s witticism, but even so, he resolved to call himself by that name as soon as his shield, or buckler, could be painted as he had imagined.<\/p>\r\n

Then the bachelor returned and said to Don Quixote:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI forgot to say that your grace should be advised that you have been <\/a>excommunicated for having laid violent hands on something sacred, juxta illud: Si quis suadente diabolo,<\/span> etc.\u201d143<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n

\u201cI do not understand those Latin words,\u201d Don Quixote responded, \u201cbut I do know very well that I did not use my hands but this lance; furthermore, I did not think I was attacking priests or things of the Church, which I respect and adore as the Catholic and faithful Christian I am, but phantoms and apparitions of the next world. Even so, I remember what happened to El Cid Ruy D\u00edaz when he broke the chair of the king\u2019s ambassador before his holiness the pope, for which he was excommunicated, and on that day good Rodrigo de Vivar showed himself to be a very honored and valiant knight.\u201d144<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n

On hearing this, the bachelor left without saying a word in reply. Don Quixote wanted to see if the body on the litter was actually bones or not, but Sancho did not agree, saying:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or, your grace has come to the end of this dangerous adventure more safely than all the others I have seen; these people, though they\u2019ve been defeated and routed, may realize that only one man defeated them and be ashamed and embarrassed by that, and they may rally and look for us, and give us something we won\u2019t forget. The donkey is carrying what it should, the mountains are nearby, hunger is pressing, and there\u2019s nothing else to do but withdraw as fast as we can and, as they say, let the dead go to the grave and the living to the loaf of bread.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And riding ahead on his donkey, he asked his master to follow him, and since it seemed to Don Quixote that Sancho was right, he followed him without another word. After riding a short while between two hills, they found themselves in a broad, secluded valley, where they dismounted, and Sancho lightened the donkey\u2019s load, and they stretched out on the green grass, and with hunger as their sauce, they had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper all at once, satisfying their stomachs with more than one of the comestibles that the dead man\u2019s priests\u2014who rarely permit themselves to go hungry\u2014carried in their saddlebag of provisions.<\/p>\r\n

But they suffered another misfortune, which Sancho considered the worst of all, and it was that they had no wine to drink or even water to put to their lips; troubled by thirst, Sancho, seeing that the meadow where they were sitting was full of abundant green grass, said what will be recounted in the next chapter.<\/p>\r\n","rendered":"

CHAPTER XIX<\/a><\/p>\n

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Regarding the discerning words that Sancho exchanged with his master, and the adventure he had with a dead body, as well as other famous events<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt seems to me, Se\u00f1or, that all these misfortunes we\u2019ve had recently are surely a punishment for the sin your grace committed against your order of chivalry, since you didn\u2019t keep the vow you made not to eat bread from a tablecloth or to lie with the queen, and everything else that comes afterward and that your grace swore to fulfill, including taking that helmet of Malandrino140<\/a><\/span><\/sup> or whatever the Moor\u2019s name is, I don\u2019t remember exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are certainly correct, Sancho,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbut to tell you the truth, it had slipped my mind; and you can also be sure your negligence in not reminding me of it in time is the reason you had the incident with the blanket, but I shall rectify that for you, for in the order of chivalry there are means to grant dispensations for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut when did I ever swear to anything?\u201d responded Sancho.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt does not matter that you have not made a vow,\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cIt is enough for me to understand that you are not completely free of complicity, and so, just in case, it would be a good idea for us to settle on a remedy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if that\u2019s true,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cyour grace should be sure not to forget about it the way you forgot your vow; maybe the phantoms will feel like having fun with me again, or even with your grace, if they see you being so persistent.\u201d<\/p>\n

They were engaged in this and other conversations when night <\/a>found them still on the road, not having found a place to sleep; even worse, they were perishing of hunger, for the loss of the saddlebags meant the loss of all their provisions and supplies. And as a final confirmation of their misfortune, they had an adventure that, without any kind of contrivance, really did seem to be one. And so night fell, bringing some darkness with it, but despite this they continued on, for Sancho believed that since the road was the king\u2019s highway, in one or two leagues it was likely they would find an inn.<\/p>\n

They were riding along, then, the night dark, the squire hungry, and the master with a desire to eat, when they saw coming toward them, on the same road they were traveling, a great multitude of lights that looked like nothing so much as moving stars. Sancho was frightened when he saw them, and Don Quixote felt uneasy; one tugged on his donkey\u2019s halter, and the other pulled at the reins of his skinny horse, and they came to a halt, looking carefully to see what those lights might be, and they saw them approaching, and the closer they came the bigger they seemed; seeing this, Sancho began to tremble like a jack-in-the-box, and the hairs on Don Quixote\u2019s head stood on end; then, taking heart, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThis, Sancho, is undoubtedly an exceedingly great and dangerous adventure, in which it will be necessary for me to demonstrate all my valor and courage.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWoe is me!\u201d Sancho responded. \u201cIf this adventure has anything to do with phantoms, which is how it\u2019s looking to me, who has the ribs that can stand it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhether they are phantoms or not,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cI shall not permit any of them to touch even a thread of your garments, for if they had their fun with you the last time, it was because I could not get over the wall of the corral, but now we are in open country, where I shall be able to wield my sword as I choose.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if they enchant you and stop you from moving the way they did the last time,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cwhat difference will it make if you\u2019re in open country or not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDespite everything,\u201d replied Don Quixote, \u201cI beg you, Sancho, to have courage, for experience will allow you to understand the extent of mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will, may it please God,\u201d responded Sancho.<\/p>\n

And the two of them moved to the side of the road and began again to look closely to see what those traveling lights might be, and it was not <\/a>long before they were able to make out a good number of shirted men,141<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and at that fearful sight Sancho completely lost his courage, and his teeth began to chatter as if he had quartain fever, and the clatter of his teeth grew louder when they could make out clearly what this was, because they saw some twenty shirted men, all of them mounted and carrying burning torches in their hands, and behind them came a litter covered in mourning, followed by another six mounted men draped in mourning down to the hooves of their mules, for the calm gait made it clear that these were not horses. The shirted men were talking quietly among themselves in low, sorrowful voices. This strange vision, at that hour and in so deserted a place, was more than enough to instill fear in Sancho\u2019s heart, and even in his master\u2019s, and if that was true for Don Quixote, then Sancho had already lost whatever courage he had. But the opposite happened to his master, for in his vivid imagination this appeared to be another adventure from his books.<\/p>\n

It seemed to him that the litter was a bier carrying a gravely wounded or dead knight, and that it was reserved for him alone to take revenge on his behalf, and so, without another word, he couched his lance, positioned himself in the saddle, and with a gallant spirit and bearing stopped in the middle of the road along which the shirted men necessarily had to pass; when he saw that they were near, he raised his voice and said:<\/p>\n

\u201cHalt, O knights, or whomsoever you may be, and give an account of yourselves: from whence you come, whither you are going, and whom you carry on that bier; for by all indications either you have committed an offense or one has been committed against you, and it is needful and proper that I know of it, either to punish you for your evil deeds or to avenge the wrong that has been done to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re in a hurry,\u201d responded one of the shirted men, \u201cand the inn is far, and we can\u2019t stop to give the accounting you ask for.\u201d<\/p>\n

And spurring his mule, he rode forward. Don Quixote took great offense at this reply, and seizing the mule\u2019s bridle, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cHalt, and be more courteous, and give the accounting for which I have asked; otherwise, all of you must do battle with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The mule was skittish, and when his bridle was seized he became so frightened that he bucked and threw his rider to the ground. A servant who was on foot, seeing the shirted man fall, began to insult Don Quixote, who was angry by now, and without waiting to hear more, he couched his lance, attacked one of the mourners, wounded him, and <\/a>knocked him to the ground; when he turned to face the rest of them, it was wonderful to see how quickly he charged and routed them, for at that moment Rocinante moved with such speed and arrogance, it seemed as if he had sprouted wings.<\/p>\n

All the shirted men were timorous and unarmed, and at the first opportunity they immediately left the fray and began to run across the fields, holding their burning torches, and they looked like nothing so much as the figures in masks who run about on nights of revels and celebrations. The men in mourning, caught up and swaddled in their soutanes and cassocks, could not move; and so, in complete safety, Don Quixote struck them all and drove them away against their will, for they all thought he was not a man but a devil from hell who had come to take the dead body they were carrying on the litter.<\/p>\n

Sancho saw it all, amazed at his master\u2019s boldness, and he said to himself:<\/p>\n

\u201cNo doubt about it, this master of mine is as courageous and brave as he says.\u201d<\/p>\n

A torch was burning on the ground next to the first man who had been thrown by his mule, and in its light Don Quixote could see him; and coming over to him, he put the point of his lance to his face, telling him to yield; if not, he would kill him. To which the fallen man responded:<\/p>\n

\u201cI have yielded and then some; I can\u2019t move because my leg is broken; I beg your grace, if you are a Christian gentleman, not to kill me, for you would commit a great sacrilege: I am a licentiate and have taken my first vows.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what the devil has brought you here,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbeing a man of the Church?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, Se\u00f1or?\u201d replied the fallen man. \u201cMy misfortune.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn even greater one awaits you,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cif you do not answer to my satisfaction everything I asked you earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour grace will easily have your satisfaction,\u201d responded the licentiate, \u201cand so your grace should know that even though I said before that I was a licentiate, I am only a bachelor, and my name is Alonso L\u00f3pez; I\u2019m a native of Alcobendas, and I have come from the city of Baeza, with eleven other priests, the men who fled with the torches; we are going to the city of Segovia, escorting the dead body that lies in that litter, a gentleman who died in Baeza, where he was originally interred, and now, as I\u2019ve said, we are carrying his bones to his grave in Segovia, his native city.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho killed him?\u201d asked Don Quixote.<\/p>\n

\u201cGod, by means of a pestilential fever,\u201d responded the bachelor.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn that case,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cOur Lord has relieved me of the task which I was going to undertake to avenge his death, if anyone else had killed him; but since he was killed by the One who killed him, there is no other recourse but to be silent and shrug one\u2019s shoulders, which is what I should do if He had killed me. And I want your reverence to know that I am a knight from La Mancha, named Don Quixote, and it is my occupation and profession to wander the world righting wrongs and rectifying injuries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know how you can speak of righting wrongs,\u201d said the bachelor, \u201cfor you have certainly wronged me and broken my leg, which won\u2019t ever be right again; and in rectifying my injuries, you have injured me so much that I\u2019ll go on being injured for the rest of my life; it was a great misadventure for me to run across a man who is seeking adventures.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all things,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201chappen in precisely the same way. The harm, Se\u00f1or Bachelor Alonso L\u00f3pez, lay in all of you coming as you did, at night, dressed in those surplices, holding burning torches, and praying, and draped in mourning, for you indeed appeared to be evil beings from the next world; as a consequence, I could not fail to fulfill my obligation and attack you, and I should have attacked even if I had known for a fact you were all demons from hell, which is what I deemed and considered you to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSince this is what fate had in store for me,\u201d said the bachelor of arts, \u201cI implore your grace, Se\u00f1or Knight Errant (who has treated me with such errancy), to help me out from under this mule, for my leg is caught between the stirrup and the saddle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI might have talked until morning!\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cHow long would you have waited to tell me of your plight?\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he called to Sancho Panza, who took no notice, because he was busy going through the provisions on a pack mule that belonged to those good gentlemen and was well-supplied with things to eat. Sancho made a sack out of his coat, gathered up as much as he could fit into that pouch, loaded it onto his donkey, and then responded to his master\u2019s calls and helped to remove the weight of the mule from the bachelor. After placing him on the animal\u2019s back, Sancho handed him his torch, and Don Quixote told him to follow after his companions and, on his behalf, to beg their pardon for the offense against them, which it had not been in his power to avoid committing. Sancho also said to him:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf, by chance, those gentlemen would like to know who the valiant man is who offended them, your grace can say he is the famous Don Quixote of La Mancha, also known as The Knight of the Sorrowful Face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At this the bachelor rode off, and Don Quixote asked Sancho what had moved him to call him The Knight of the Sorrowful Face<\/span> at that moment and at no other.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI was looking at you for a while in the light of the torch that unlucky man was carrying, and the truth is that your grace has the sorriest-looking face I\u2019ve seen recently, and it must be on account of your weariness after this battle, or the molars and teeth you\u2019ve lost.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is not that,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cbut rather that the wise man whose task it will be to write the history of my deeds must have thought it would be a good idea if I took some appellative title as did the knights of the past: one was called The Knight of the Blazing Sword;<\/span> another, The Knight of the Unicorn;<\/span> yet another, The Knight of the Damsels;<\/span> this one, The Knight of the Phoenix;<\/span> that one, The Knight of the Griffon;<\/span> the other, The Knight of Death;<\/span> 142<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and by these names and insignias they were known all around the world. And so I say that the wise man I have already mentioned must have put on your tongue and in your thoughts the idea of calling me The Knight of the Sorrowful Face,<\/span> which is what I plan to call myself from now on; and so that this name may be even more fitting, I resolve to have depicted on my shield, when there is time, a very sorrowful face.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no reason to waste time and money making that face,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cWhat your grace should do instead is uncover yours and show it to those who are looking at you, and right away, without any images or shields, they\u2019ll call you The Knight of the Sorrowful Face;<\/span> believe me, I\u2019m telling you the truth, because I promise your grace, Se\u00f1or, and I\u2019m only joking, that hunger and your missing teeth give you such a sorry-looking face that, as I\u2019ve said, you can easily do without the sorrowful picture.\u201d<\/p>\n

Don Quixote laughed at Sancho\u2019s witticism, but even so, he resolved to call himself by that name as soon as his shield, or buckler, could be painted as he had imagined.<\/p>\n

Then the bachelor returned and said to Don Quixote:<\/p>\n

\u201cI forgot to say that your grace should be advised that you have been <\/a>excommunicated for having laid violent hands on something sacred, juxta illud: Si quis suadente diabolo,<\/span> etc.\u201d143<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

\u201cI do not understand those Latin words,\u201d Don Quixote responded, \u201cbut I do know very well that I did not use my hands but this lance; furthermore, I did not think I was attacking priests or things of the Church, which I respect and adore as the Catholic and faithful Christian I am, but phantoms and apparitions of the next world. Even so, I remember what happened to El Cid Ruy D\u00edaz when he broke the chair of the king\u2019s ambassador before his holiness the pope, for which he was excommunicated, and on that day good Rodrigo de Vivar showed himself to be a very honored and valiant knight.\u201d144<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

On hearing this, the bachelor left without saying a word in reply. Don Quixote wanted to see if the body on the litter was actually bones or not, but Sancho did not agree, saying:<\/p>\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or, your grace has come to the end of this dangerous adventure more safely than all the others I have seen; these people, though they\u2019ve been defeated and routed, may realize that only one man defeated them and be ashamed and embarrassed by that, and they may rally and look for us, and give us something we won\u2019t forget. The donkey is carrying what it should, the mountains are nearby, hunger is pressing, and there\u2019s nothing else to do but withdraw as fast as we can and, as they say, let the dead go to the grave and the living to the loaf of bread.\u201d<\/p>\n

And riding ahead on his donkey, he asked his master to follow him, and since it seemed to Don Quixote that Sancho was right, he followed him without another word. After riding a short while between two hills, they found themselves in a broad, secluded valley, where they dismounted, and Sancho lightened the donkey\u2019s load, and they stretched out on the green grass, and with hunger as their sauce, they had breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper all at once, satisfying their stomachs with more than one of the comestibles that the dead man\u2019s priests\u2014who rarely permit themselves to go hungry\u2014carried in their saddlebag of provisions.<\/p>\n

But they suffered another misfortune, which Sancho considered the worst of all, and it was that they had no wine to drink or even water to put to their lips; troubled by thirst, Sancho, seeing that the meadow where they were sitting was full of abundant green grass, said what will be recounted in the next chapter.<\/p>\n

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