{"id":289,"date":"2019-12-01T16:45:26","date_gmt":"2019-12-01T16:45:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-liii-2\/"},"modified":"2020-04-01T10:38:26","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T10:38:26","slug":"second-part-chapter-liii","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-liii\/","title":{"rendered":"Second Part. Chapter LIII"},"content":{"raw":"CHAPTER LIII<\/a>\r\n
\r\n

Regarding the troubled end and conclusion of the governorship of Sancho Panza<\/span><\/h2>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

To believe that the things of this life will endure forever, unchanged, is to believe the impossible; it seems instead that everything goes around, I mean around in a circle: spring pursues summer, summer pursues est\u00edo,<\/span> 554<\/a><\/span><\/sup> est\u00edo<\/span> pursues autumn, autumn pursues winter, and winter pursues spring, and in this way time turns around a continuous wheel; only human life races to its end more quickly than time, with no hope for renewal except in the next life, which has no boundaries that limit it. So says Cide Hamete, a Muslim philosopher, because an understanding of the fleeting <\/a>impermanence of our present life, and the everlasting nature of the eternal life that awaits us, has been grasped by many without the enlightenment of faith but with only the light of their natural intelligence; but here our author says this because of the speed with which the governorship of Sancho ended, evaporated, dissolved, and disappeared in shadow and smoke.<\/p>\r\n

Sancho was in bed on the seventh night of the days of his governorship, full not of bread or wine, but of judging and giving opinions and issuing statutes and decrees, when sleep, notwithstanding and despite his hunger, began to close his eyes, and he heard such a great noise of bells ringing and voices shouting that it seemed as if the entire \u00ednsula were being destroyed. He sat up in bed, listening attentively to see if he could learn what the cause might be of so much tumult; not only did he fail, but the sound of infinite trumpets and drums was added to the clamor of shouts and bells, leaving him more confused, and more full of fear and consternation; getting out of bed, he put on slippers because the floor was damp, and not bothering with a robe or anything resembling one, he went to the door of his room just in time to see more than twenty persons coming along the corridors, carrying burning torches and holding unsheathed swords in their hands, all of them shouting in loud voices:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cTo arms, to arms, Se\u00f1or Governor, to arms! Infinite enemies have entered the \u00ednsula, and we are lost if your ingenuity and valor do not come to our aid!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Clamorous, frenzied, in an uproar, they approached the place where Sancho was standing, astonished and stupefied at what he was hearing and seeing, and when they had reached him one of them said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cArm yourself immediately, your lordship, or else you will be lost along with the entire \u00ednsula!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhat do I have to do with arming?\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cAnd what do I know about arms or coming to anybody\u2019s aid? These things are better left to my master, Don Quixote, who in the wink of an eye would dispatch and see to them. But I, sinner that I am, I don\u2019t know anything about this kind of battle.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAh, Se\u00f1or Governor!\u201d said another. \u201cWhat reluctance is this? Arm yourself, your grace, for we bring you both offensive and defensive weapons, and go out to the square, and be our guide and our captain, for by right that is your duty, being our governor.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThen arm me, and may it be for the best,\u201d replied Sancho.<\/p>\r\n

And they immediately brought two full-length shields that they had <\/a>been carrying and placed them over his nightshirt, not allowing him to put on any other clothing, one shield in front and the other behind, and they pulled his arms through some space they had made, and tied the shields on very carefully with cords, leaving him walled in and boarded up, as straight as a spindle and unable to bend his knees or take a single step. In his hands they placed a lance, which he leaned on in order to keep his balance. When they had him in this state, they told him to walk, and lead them, and encourage them all, for with him as their polestar, their lighthouse, and their lamp, their affairs would have a happy conclusion.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWretch that I am, how can I walk,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cwhen I can\u2019t move my kneecaps because of these boards sewed up so tight against my body? What you\u2019ll have to do is carry me in your arms and lay me down or stand me up at some postern gate, and I\u2019ll guard it either with this lance or with my body.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cGo on, Se\u00f1or Governor,\u201d said another man, \u201cit\u2019s fear more than boards that keeps you from walking; put an end to this, and start to move, for it\u2019s late, our enemies are increasing, their shouts are becoming louder, and the danger is growing.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Their persuasion and insults prodded the poor governor into moving, and he fell to the ground with such force that he thought he had broken into pieces. He lay there like a giant turtle enclosed and covered by its shells, or like half a side of bacon held between two salting-boards, or even like a boat lying upside down in the sand, but not even when they saw that he had fallen did those mockers have any compassion for him; instead, they put out the torches and shouted even louder, repeating the call to arms with such urgency, and running over poor Sancho and stamping so hard on the shields, that if he had not retreated and pulled back, drawing his head inside the shields, things would have gone very badly for the poor governor who, enclosed in that narrow space, sweated and perspired and with all his heart commended himself to God, praying that He deliver him from that danger.<\/p>\r\n

Some stumbled over him, others fell, and one even stood on top of him for a long while, and from there, as if from a watchtower, he commanded the armies and shouted in a loud voice, saying:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cOur men here, the enemy is pressing hard over here! Guard that opening, close that gate, down with those ladders! Bring the pitch-pots,555<\/a><\/span><\/sup> <\/a>the tar and resin in cauldrons of burning oil! Barricade the streets with mattresses!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

In short, he named with great zeal all the implements and instruments and tools of war used to prevent an attack on a city, and the battered Sancho, who heard and suffered it all, said to himself:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cOh, if only Our Lord would put an end to the loss of this \u00ednsula, and I would find myself dead or free of this affliction!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Heaven heard his prayer, and when he least expected it, he heard voices shouting:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cVictory, victory! The enemy is retreating! Oh, Se\u00f1or Governor, your grace should get up and come enjoy the conquest and divide the spoils taken from the enemy by the valor of that invincible arm!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cPick me up,\u201d the dolorous Sancho said in a doleful voice.<\/p>\r\n

They helped him to his feet, and when he was standing he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThe enemy that I\u2019ve conquered I want you to nail to my forehead.556<\/a><\/span><\/sup> I don\u2019t want to divide the enemy\u2019s spoils, but I beg and implore some friend, if I have any, to give me a drink of wine and wipe away and dry this sweat, because I\u2019m turning into water.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

They dried him, brought him wine, and untied the shields, and he sat on his bed and fainted from fear, shock, and alarm. Those who had deceived him regretted having carried the joke so far, but Sancho\u2019s return to consciousness tempered the regret caused by his swoon. He asked the time; they responded that dawn had broken. He fell silent, and without saying another word he began to dress, deep in silence, and everyone watched him, waiting to see what the outcome would be of his dressing so urgently. Finally he was dressed, and very slowly, because he was bruised and could not move quickly, he went to the stable, followed by everyone present, and when he reached the gray he embraced him and gave him a kiss of peace on the forehead, and, not without tears in his eyes, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cCome here, my companion and friend, comrade in all my sufferings and woes: when I spent time with you and had no other thoughts but mending your harness and feeding your body, then my hours, my days, and my years were happy, but after I left you and climbed the towers of ambition and pride, a thousand miseries, a thousand troubles, and four thousand worries have entered deep into my soul.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

As he was saying these words, he was also saddling his donkey, and no one said anything to him. And when the donkey was saddled, with great <\/a>sadness and sorrow he mounted him, and directing his words and thoughts to the steward, the secretary, the butler, the physician Pedro Recio, and the many others who were present, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cMake way, Se\u00f1ores, and let me return to my old liberty; let me go and find my past life, so that I can come back from this present death. I was not born to be a governor, or to defend \u00ednsulas or cities from enemies who want to attack them. I have a better understanding of plowing and digging, of pruning and layering the vines, than of making laws or defending provinces and kingdoms. St. Peter\u2019s fine in Rome: I mean, each man is fine doing the work he was born for. I\u2019m better off with a scythe in my hand than a governor\u2019s scepter; I\u2019d rather eat my fill of gazpacho than suffer the misery of a brazen doctor who starves me to death, and I\u2019d rather lie down in the shade of an oak tree in summer and wrap myself in an old bald sheepskin in winter, in freedom, than lie between linen sheets and wear sables, subject to a governorship. God keep your graces, and tell my lord the duke that I was born naked, and I\u2019m naked now: I haven\u2019t lost or gained a thing; I mean, I came into this governorship without a blanca,<\/span> and I\u2019m leaving without one, which is very different from how the governors of other \u00ednsulas leave. Now move aside and let me go: I\u2019ll apply some poultices, because I think all my ribs are crushed, thanks to the enemies who ran over me tonight.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIt must not be like this, Se\u00f1or Governor,\u201d said Dr. Recio, \u201cfor I shall give your grace a potion against falls and bruising, which will return you to your former well-being and vigor; as for food, I promise your grace to mend my ways and allow you to eat as much as you want of anything you like.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYou peeped too late!\u201d557<\/a><\/span><\/sup> responded Sancho. \u201cI\u2019d sooner become a Turk than not leave. These aren\u2019t tricks you can play twice. By God, I\u2019m as likely to stay here, or accept another governorship, even if they handed it to me on a platter, as I am to fly up to heaven without wings. I\u2019m from the lineage of the Panzas, and they\u2019re all stubborn, and if they say odds once, odds it\u2019ll be, even if it\u2019s evens, no matter what anybody says. Here in this stable I\u2019ll leave the wings on the ant that carried me into the air where the martins and other birds could eat me, and I\u2019ll go back to walking on my feet on level ground, and if they\u2019re not adorned with cutout shoes558<\/a><\/span><\/sup> of Cordoban leather, they won\u2019t lack for sandals made <\/a>of hemp. Every sheep with its mate, and let no man stretch his leg farther than the length of the sheet, and now let me pass, it\u2019s getting late.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

To which the steward said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSenor Governor, we would very gladly let your grace pass, though it saddens us greatly to lose you, for your wit and Christian behavior oblige us to want to keep you; but as everyone knows, every governor is obliged, before he abandons the place he has governed, to give an accounting of his governorship: your grace, give us one for the ten days in which you have held the governorship, and then go and God\u2019s peace go with you.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNo one can ask that of me,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cunless he is ordered to by my lord the duke; I\u2019m going to see him, and I\u2019ll give an exact accounting to him; besides, leaving naked, as I am, no other proof is necessary to show that I governed like an angel.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy God, the great Sancho is correct,\u201d said Dr. Recio, \u201cand I am of the opinion that we should let him leave, because the duke will surely be overjoyed to see him.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

They all agreed, and allowed him to go, first offering to accompany him and to give him everything he might want for the gratification of his person and the comfort of his journey. Sancho said he wanted no more than a little barley for his donkey, and half a cheese and half a loaf of bread for himself; since the way was so short, there was no need for more or better provisions. Everyone embraced him, and he, weeping, embraced all of them, and he left them marveling not only at his words but at his decision, which was so resolute and intelligent.<\/p>\r\n","rendered":"

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

\n

Regarding the troubled end and conclusion of the governorship of Sancho Panza<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

\"image\"<\/p>\n

To believe that the things of this life will endure forever, unchanged, is to believe the impossible; it seems instead that everything goes around, I mean around in a circle: spring pursues summer, summer pursues est\u00edo,<\/span> 554<\/a><\/span><\/sup> est\u00edo<\/span> pursues autumn, autumn pursues winter, and winter pursues spring, and in this way time turns around a continuous wheel; only human life races to its end more quickly than time, with no hope for renewal except in the next life, which has no boundaries that limit it. So says Cide Hamete, a Muslim philosopher, because an understanding of the fleeting <\/a>impermanence of our present life, and the everlasting nature of the eternal life that awaits us, has been grasped by many without the enlightenment of faith but with only the light of their natural intelligence; but here our author says this because of the speed with which the governorship of Sancho ended, evaporated, dissolved, and disappeared in shadow and smoke.<\/p>\n

Sancho was in bed on the seventh night of the days of his governorship, full not of bread or wine, but of judging and giving opinions and issuing statutes and decrees, when sleep, notwithstanding and despite his hunger, began to close his eyes, and he heard such a great noise of bells ringing and voices shouting that it seemed as if the entire \u00ednsula were being destroyed. He sat up in bed, listening attentively to see if he could learn what the cause might be of so much tumult; not only did he fail, but the sound of infinite trumpets and drums was added to the clamor of shouts and bells, leaving him more confused, and more full of fear and consternation; getting out of bed, he put on slippers because the floor was damp, and not bothering with a robe or anything resembling one, he went to the door of his room just in time to see more than twenty persons coming along the corridors, carrying burning torches and holding unsheathed swords in their hands, all of them shouting in loud voices:<\/p>\n

\u201cTo arms, to arms, Se\u00f1or Governor, to arms! Infinite enemies have entered the \u00ednsula, and we are lost if your ingenuity and valor do not come to our aid!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clamorous, frenzied, in an uproar, they approached the place where Sancho was standing, astonished and stupefied at what he was hearing and seeing, and when they had reached him one of them said:<\/p>\n

\u201cArm yourself immediately, your lordship, or else you will be lost along with the entire \u00ednsula!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do I have to do with arming?\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cAnd what do I know about arms or coming to anybody\u2019s aid? These things are better left to my master, Don Quixote, who in the wink of an eye would dispatch and see to them. But I, sinner that I am, I don\u2019t know anything about this kind of battle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, Se\u00f1or Governor!\u201d said another. \u201cWhat reluctance is this? Arm yourself, your grace, for we bring you both offensive and defensive weapons, and go out to the square, and be our guide and our captain, for by right that is your duty, being our governor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen arm me, and may it be for the best,\u201d replied Sancho.<\/p>\n

And they immediately brought two full-length shields that they had <\/a>been carrying and placed them over his nightshirt, not allowing him to put on any other clothing, one shield in front and the other behind, and they pulled his arms through some space they had made, and tied the shields on very carefully with cords, leaving him walled in and boarded up, as straight as a spindle and unable to bend his knees or take a single step. In his hands they placed a lance, which he leaned on in order to keep his balance. When they had him in this state, they told him to walk, and lead them, and encourage them all, for with him as their polestar, their lighthouse, and their lamp, their affairs would have a happy conclusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cWretch that I am, how can I walk,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cwhen I can\u2019t move my kneecaps because of these boards sewed up so tight against my body? What you\u2019ll have to do is carry me in your arms and lay me down or stand me up at some postern gate, and I\u2019ll guard it either with this lance or with my body.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on, Se\u00f1or Governor,\u201d said another man, \u201cit\u2019s fear more than boards that keeps you from walking; put an end to this, and start to move, for it\u2019s late, our enemies are increasing, their shouts are becoming louder, and the danger is growing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Their persuasion and insults prodded the poor governor into moving, and he fell to the ground with such force that he thought he had broken into pieces. He lay there like a giant turtle enclosed and covered by its shells, or like half a side of bacon held between two salting-boards, or even like a boat lying upside down in the sand, but not even when they saw that he had fallen did those mockers have any compassion for him; instead, they put out the torches and shouted even louder, repeating the call to arms with such urgency, and running over poor Sancho and stamping so hard on the shields, that if he had not retreated and pulled back, drawing his head inside the shields, things would have gone very badly for the poor governor who, enclosed in that narrow space, sweated and perspired and with all his heart commended himself to God, praying that He deliver him from that danger.<\/p>\n

Some stumbled over him, others fell, and one even stood on top of him for a long while, and from there, as if from a watchtower, he commanded the armies and shouted in a loud voice, saying:<\/p>\n

\u201cOur men here, the enemy is pressing hard over here! Guard that opening, close that gate, down with those ladders! Bring the pitch-pots,555<\/a><\/span><\/sup> <\/a>the tar and resin in cauldrons of burning oil! Barricade the streets with mattresses!\u201d<\/p>\n

In short, he named with great zeal all the implements and instruments and tools of war used to prevent an attack on a city, and the battered Sancho, who heard and suffered it all, said to himself:<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, if only Our Lord would put an end to the loss of this \u00ednsula, and I would find myself dead or free of this affliction!\u201d<\/p>\n

Heaven heard his prayer, and when he least expected it, he heard voices shouting:<\/p>\n

\u201cVictory, victory! The enemy is retreating! Oh, Se\u00f1or Governor, your grace should get up and come enjoy the conquest and divide the spoils taken from the enemy by the valor of that invincible arm!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPick me up,\u201d the dolorous Sancho said in a doleful voice.<\/p>\n

They helped him to his feet, and when he was standing he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe enemy that I\u2019ve conquered I want you to nail to my forehead.556<\/a><\/span><\/sup> I don\u2019t want to divide the enemy\u2019s spoils, but I beg and implore some friend, if I have any, to give me a drink of wine and wipe away and dry this sweat, because I\u2019m turning into water.\u201d<\/p>\n

They dried him, brought him wine, and untied the shields, and he sat on his bed and fainted from fear, shock, and alarm. Those who had deceived him regretted having carried the joke so far, but Sancho\u2019s return to consciousness tempered the regret caused by his swoon. He asked the time; they responded that dawn had broken. He fell silent, and without saying another word he began to dress, deep in silence, and everyone watched him, waiting to see what the outcome would be of his dressing so urgently. Finally he was dressed, and very slowly, because he was bruised and could not move quickly, he went to the stable, followed by everyone present, and when he reached the gray he embraced him and gave him a kiss of peace on the forehead, and, not without tears in his eyes, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cCome here, my companion and friend, comrade in all my sufferings and woes: when I spent time with you and had no other thoughts but mending your harness and feeding your body, then my hours, my days, and my years were happy, but after I left you and climbed the towers of ambition and pride, a thousand miseries, a thousand troubles, and four thousand worries have entered deep into my soul.\u201d<\/p>\n

As he was saying these words, he was also saddling his donkey, and no one said anything to him. And when the donkey was saddled, with great <\/a>sadness and sorrow he mounted him, and directing his words and thoughts to the steward, the secretary, the butler, the physician Pedro Recio, and the many others who were present, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cMake way, Se\u00f1ores, and let me return to my old liberty; let me go and find my past life, so that I can come back from this present death. I was not born to be a governor, or to defend \u00ednsulas or cities from enemies who want to attack them. I have a better understanding of plowing and digging, of pruning and layering the vines, than of making laws or defending provinces and kingdoms. St. Peter\u2019s fine in Rome: I mean, each man is fine doing the work he was born for. I\u2019m better off with a scythe in my hand than a governor\u2019s scepter; I\u2019d rather eat my fill of gazpacho than suffer the misery of a brazen doctor who starves me to death, and I\u2019d rather lie down in the shade of an oak tree in summer and wrap myself in an old bald sheepskin in winter, in freedom, than lie between linen sheets and wear sables, subject to a governorship. God keep your graces, and tell my lord the duke that I was born naked, and I\u2019m naked now: I haven\u2019t lost or gained a thing; I mean, I came into this governorship without a blanca,<\/span> and I\u2019m leaving without one, which is very different from how the governors of other \u00ednsulas leave. Now move aside and let me go: I\u2019ll apply some poultices, because I think all my ribs are crushed, thanks to the enemies who ran over me tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt must not be like this, Se\u00f1or Governor,\u201d said Dr. Recio, \u201cfor I shall give your grace a potion against falls and bruising, which will return you to your former well-being and vigor; as for food, I promise your grace to mend my ways and allow you to eat as much as you want of anything you like.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou peeped too late!\u201d557<\/a><\/span><\/sup> responded Sancho. \u201cI\u2019d sooner become a Turk than not leave. These aren\u2019t tricks you can play twice. By God, I\u2019m as likely to stay here, or accept another governorship, even if they handed it to me on a platter, as I am to fly up to heaven without wings. I\u2019m from the lineage of the Panzas, and they\u2019re all stubborn, and if they say odds once, odds it\u2019ll be, even if it\u2019s evens, no matter what anybody says. Here in this stable I\u2019ll leave the wings on the ant that carried me into the air where the martins and other birds could eat me, and I\u2019ll go back to walking on my feet on level ground, and if they\u2019re not adorned with cutout shoes558<\/a><\/span><\/sup> of Cordoban leather, they won\u2019t lack for sandals made <\/a>of hemp. Every sheep with its mate, and let no man stretch his leg farther than the length of the sheet, and now let me pass, it\u2019s getting late.\u201d<\/p>\n

To which the steward said:<\/p>\n

\u201cSenor Governor, we would very gladly let your grace pass, though it saddens us greatly to lose you, for your wit and Christian behavior oblige us to want to keep you; but as everyone knows, every governor is obliged, before he abandons the place he has governed, to give an accounting of his governorship: your grace, give us one for the ten days in which you have held the governorship, and then go and God\u2019s peace go with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one can ask that of me,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cunless he is ordered to by my lord the duke; I\u2019m going to see him, and I\u2019ll give an exact accounting to him; besides, leaving naked, as I am, no other proof is necessary to show that I governed like an angel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy God, the great Sancho is correct,\u201d said Dr. Recio, \u201cand I am of the opinion that we should let him leave, because the duke will surely be overjoyed to see him.\u201d<\/p>\n

They all agreed, and allowed him to go, first offering to accompany him and to give him everything he might want for the gratification of his person and the comfort of his journey. Sancho said he wanted no more than a little barley for his donkey, and half a cheese and half a loaf of bread for himself; since the way was so short, there was no need for more or better provisions. Everyone embraced him, and he, weeping, embraced all of them, and he left them marveling not only at his words but at his decision, which was so resolute and intelligent.<\/p>\n

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