{"id":295,"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-lix-2\/"},"modified":"2020-04-02T17:20:05","modified_gmt":"2020-04-02T17:20:05","slug":"second-part-chapter-lix","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-lix\/","title":{"rendered":"Second Part. Chapter LIX"},"content":{"raw":"CHAPTER LIX<\/a>\r\n
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Which recounts an extraordinary incident that befell Don Quixote and can be considered an adventure<\/span><\/h2>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

The dust and weariness that Don Quixote and Sancho took away with them from their encounter with the discourteous bulls was alleviated by a clear, fresh spring that they found in a cool grove of trees, and the two of them, the fatigued master and servant, sat at its edge, leaving the gray and Rocinante free, without bridle or bit. Sancho turned to the provisions in his saddlebags and took out what he liked to call his feed; he rinsed his mouth, and Don Quixote washed his face, and this refreshment helped to revive their discouraged spirits. Don Quixote did not eat out of pure sorrow, and Sancho did not dare to touch the food before him out of pure courtesy, for he was waiting for his master to take the first mouthful; but seeing him so lost in thought that he forgot to raise the bread to his mouth, Sancho did not open his to speak, and violating every rule of good manners, he began to pack his stomach with the bread and cheese that were in front of him.<\/p>\r\n\r\n

\u201cEat, Sancho my friend,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201csustain life, which matters to you more than to me, and let me die at the hands of my thoughts and by means of my misfortunes. I, Sancho, was born to live by dying, and you to die by eating; so you can see that I am telling you the truth in this regard, consider me, printed in histories, famous in the practice of arms, courteous in my actions, respected by princes, wooed by maidens; and when I expected the palms, triumphs, and crowns that were earned and deserved by my valorous deeds, I have seen myself this morning trampled and kicked and bruised by the feet of filthy and unclean animals. This thought dulls my teeth, blunts my molars, numbs my hands, and completely takes away my desire for <\/a>food, and so I think I shall let myself die of hunger, the cruelest of all deaths.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThat means,\u201d said Sancho, not stopping his rapid chewing, \u201cthat your grace doesn\u2019t agree with the proverb that says, \u2018Let Marta die but keep her belly full.\u2019 I, at least, don\u2019t plan to kill myself; instead, I plan to do what the shoemaker does when he pulls on the leather with his teeth and stretches it until it reaches as far as he wants: I\u2019ll stretch my life by eating until it reaches the end that heaven has arranged for it; you should know, Se\u00f1or, that there\u2019s no greater madness than wanting to despair, the way your grace does; believe me, after you eat something, you should sleep a little on the green featherbed of this grass, and you\u2019ll see that when you wake up you\u2019ll feel much relieved.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote complied, thinking that Sancho\u2019s words were those of a philosopher, not a fool, and he said to him:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf you, O Sancho, would do for me what I shall tell you now, my relief will be more certain and my sorrows not as great; and it is that while I sleep, following your advice, you ought to move a little distance from here, and expose your flesh, and with Rocinante\u2019s reins give yourself three or four hundred of the three thousand\u2013odd lashes you must give yourself in order to disenchant Dulcinea, for it is no small shame that the poor lady is still enchanted because of your thoughtlessness and neglect.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThere is a good deal to say about that,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cFor now, let\u2019s both sleep, and later God will decide what will happen. Your grace should know that a man whipping himself in cold blood is a very harsh matter, especially if the lashes fall on a body that is badly nourished and underfed; let my lady Dulcinea be patient, and when she least expects it she\u2019ll see me riddled with lashes; everything\u2019s life until we die; I mean, I still have mine, along with the desire to keep my promise.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote thanked him and ate something, and Sancho ate a great deal, and both of them lay down to sleep, leaving Rocinante and the gray, the two constant companions and friends, free to wander wherever they chose to graze on the plentiful grass that abounded in the meadow. They awoke rather late and remounted and continued on their way, riding quickly in order to reach an inn that seemed to be about a league away. I say it was an inn because that is what Don Quixote called it, in contrast with his usual custom of calling all inns castles.<\/p>\r\n

And so they reached the inn and asked the landlord if there was lodging. The answer was yes, with all the comfort and luxury that one could find in Zaragoza. They dismounted, and Sancho put his provisions away in a room to which the landlord gave him the key; he led the animals to <\/a>the stable, gave them their fodder, went out to see what orders Don Quixote, who was sitting on a stone bench built into the wall, might have for him, and gave particular thanks to heaven because the inn had not seemed like a castle to his master.<\/p>\r\n

The time for supper arrived, and they withdrew to their room; Sancho asked the landlord what he had for supper. The landlord responded that he could have anything and could ask for whatever he wanted: the inn was stocked with the birds of the air, the fowl of the earth, and the fish of the sea.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no need for so much,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cIf you roast a couple of chickens for us, we\u2019ll have enough, because my master is delicate and doesn\u2019t eat a lot, and I\u2019m not much of a glutton.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The landlord responded that he did not have any chickens because the hawks had devoured them all.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWell, Se\u00f1or Landlord,\u201d said Sancho, \u201chave them roast a pullet, if it\u2019s tender.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cA pullet? Good Lord!\u201d responded the landord. \u201cThe truth of the matter is that yesterday I sent fifty to be sold in the city; but, except for pullets, your grace can order whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThen that means,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthat you have plenty of veal or goat.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cFor the moment, there\u2019s none in the house,\u201d responded the landlord, \u201cbecause it\u2019s all gone, but next week there\u2019ll be plenty.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThat does us a lot of good!\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI\u2019ll wager that everything you don\u2019t have can be made up for by all the eggs and bacon you do have.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy God,\u201d responded the landlord, \u201cthat\u2019s a nice sense of humor my guest has. I already told you I don\u2019t have pullets or chickens, and now you want me to have eggs? Talk about some other delicacies, if you like, and stop asking for chickens.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cLet\u2019s settle this, for God\u2019s sake,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cand tell me once and for all what you do have, and enough talking, Se\u00f1or Landlord.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhat I really and truly have are two cows\u2019 heels that seem like calves\u2019 feet, or two calves\u2019 feet that seem like cows\u2019 heels; they\u2019re stewed with chickpeas, onions, and bacon, and right now they\u2019re saying, \u2018Eat me! Eat me!\u2019\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cRight now I mark them as mine,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cand don\u2019t let anybody touch them; I\u2019ll pay a better price for them than anybody else, because as far as I\u2019m concerned nothing could taste any better, and it\u2019s all the same to me whether they\u2019re calves\u2019 feet or cows\u2019 heels.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNobody will touch them,\u201d said the innkeeper, \u201cbecause the other guests I have are so highborn they brought their own cook and steward, and their own provisions.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s highborn you want,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthere\u2019s nobody better than my master, but his profession doesn\u2019t allow any butlers or wine stewards; we just lie down in the middle of a meadow and eat our fill of acorns and medlar fruit.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

This was the conversation that Sancho had with the innkeeper; Sancho did not want to answer any of his questions, for he had already asked about his master\u2019s profession or office.<\/p>\r\n

The time for supper arrived, Don Quixote returned to his room, the landlord brought in the olla<\/span> full of stew, and Don Quixote sat down to eat very deliberately. It seems that in the next room, which was separated from his only by a thin partition, Don Quixote heard someone say:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy heaven, Se\u00f1or Don Jer\u00f3nimo, while they bring in our supper, let us read another chapter of the second part of Don Quixote of La Mancha.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As soon as Don Quixote heard his name, he stood and listened very carefully to what they were saying about him, and he heard the man called Don Jer\u00f3nimo respond:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or Don Juan, why does your grace want us to read this nonsense? Whoever has read the first part of the history of Don Quixote of La Mancha cannot possibly derive any pleasure from reading this second part.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cEven so,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201cit would be nice to read it because there\u2019s no book so bad that it doesn\u2019t have something good in it. What I dislike the most in this one is that it depicts Don Quixote as having fallen out of love with Dulcinea of Toboso.\u201d585<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n

When he heard this, Don Quixote, full of wrath and fury, raised his voice and said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf anyone says that Don Quixote of La Mancha has forgotten or ever can forget Dulcinea of Toboso, I shall make him understand with the most steadfast arms that he is very far from the truth, because the peerless Dulcinea of Toboso cannot be forgotten, nor does forgetting have any place in Don Quixote, for his coat of arms is constancy and his profession is to preserve it gently, and without force of any kind.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWho is answering us?\u201d came the response from the next room.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWho can it be,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cbut Don Quixote of La Mancha <\/a>himself, who\u2019ll carry out everything he\u2019s said, and even what he might say? For the man who pays his debts doesn\u2019t worry about guaranties.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

As soon as Sancho said this, two gentlemen, for that is what they seemed to be, came in through the door of the room, and one of them threw his arms around Don Quixote\u2019s neck and said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYour presence cannot give the lie to your name, nor can your name not vouch for your presence: there is no doubt, Se\u00f1or, that you are the true Don Quixote of La Mancha, the polestar and guiding light of knight errantry, notwithstanding and despite one who has wanted to usurp your name and annihilate your deeds, as the author of this book, which I give to you now, has done.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And he placed a book in his hands, which his companion had been carrying; Don Quixote accepted it and without saying a word began to leaf through it, and in a little while he returned it, saying:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIn this short perusal I have found three things in this author that are worthy of reprimand. The first is some words that I have read in the prologue;586<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the second is that the language is Aragonese, because sometimes he writes without articles;587<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the third, which confirms his ignorance, is that he strays and deviates from the truth in the most important part of the history, because he says that the wife of my squire, Sancho Panza, is named Mari Guti\u00e9rrez, which is incorrect, for her name is Teresa Panza;588<\/a><\/span><\/sup> if he errs in something so important, it is reasonable to fear that he will err in everything else.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

To which Sancho said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a nice thing in a historian! He must certainly know all about us if he calls my wife Mari Guti\u00e9rrez instead of Teresa Panza! Look at the book again, Se\u00f1or, and see if I\u2019m in it, and if he\u2019s changed my name.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cFrom what I have heard you say, my friend,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo, \u201cyou undoubedly are Sancho Panza, the squire to Se\u00f1or Don Quixote.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYes, I am,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cand proud of it.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWell, by my faith,\u201d said the gentleman, \u201cthis modern author does not treat you with the decency you demonstrate in your person: he depicts you as gluttonous, and simpleminded, and not at all amusing, and very different from the Sancho described in the first part of the history of your master.\u201d589<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n

\u201cMay God forgive him,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cHe should have left me in my corner and forgotten about me, because you shouldn\u2019t play music unless you know how, and St. Peter\u2019s just fine in Rome.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The two gentlemen asked Don Quixote to come into their room and have supper with them, for they knew very well that the inn did not have food worthy of his person. Don Quixote, who was always courteous, agreed to their request and had supper with them, and Sancho was left with the power of life and death and absolute jurisdiction over the olla;<\/span> he sat at the head of the table, along with the innkeeper, who was no less fond than Sancho of feet and heels.<\/p>\r\n

In the course of their supper, Don Juan asked Don Quixote if he had news of Se\u00f1ora Dulcinea of Toboso: if she had married, or given birth, or was pregnant, or if she was still a virgin and remembered\u2014within the bounds of her modesty and decorum\u2014the amorous thoughts of Se\u00f1or Don Quixote. To which he responded:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cDulcinea is a virgin, and my thoughts are more constant than ever; our communications, as barren as always; her beauty, transformed into that of a crude peasant.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And then he recounted, point by point, the enchantment of Se\u00f1ora Dulcinea and what had happened to him in the Cave of Montesinos, along with the instructions the wise Merlin had given him on how to disenchant her, which had to do with Sancho\u2019s lashes.<\/p>\r\n

The two gentlemen were exceedingly happy to hear Don Quixote relate the strange events of his history, and they were as amazed by the nonsensical things he said as by the elegant manner in which he said them. Here they considered him intelligent, and there he seemed to slip into foolishness, and they could not determine where precisely to place him between intelligence and madness.<\/p>\r\n

Sancho finished eating, and leaving the innkeeper looking like an X,590<\/a><\/span><\/sup> he went to the room where his master was having supper, and when he entered he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy my soul, Se\u00f1ores, I don\u2019t think the author of this book that your graces have wants to get along with me; since he calls me a glutton, as your graces say, I wouldn\u2019t want him to call me a drunkard, too.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cHe does say that,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo, \u201cbut I don\u2019t remember precisely how, although I do know that his words are offensive, and false as well, as I can see by the physiognomy of the good Sancho here present.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBelieve me, your graces,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthe Sancho and the Don Quixote in that history are not the ones who appear in the history composed by Cide Hamete Benengeli, the ones who are us: my master is valiant, intelligent, and in love, and I\u2019m simple, amusing, and not a glutton or a drunkard.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI believe that,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201cand if it were possible, I would order that no one could dare to deal with the affairs of the great Don Quixote except Cide Hamete, the first author, just as Alexander the Great ordered that no one could dare paint his portrait except Apelles.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cLet anyone who wishes to,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cportray me, but not mistreat me, for patience often falters when it is loaded down with injuries.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNo injury,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201ccan be done to Se\u00f1or Don Quixote that he cannot avenge, if he does not ward it off with the shield of his patience, which, in my opinion, is strong and great.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

They spent a good part of the night in these and other similar conversations, and although Don Juan wanted Don Quixote to read more of the book in order to hear his comments, he would not be persuaded, saying he considered that he had read it, and confirmed that all of it was foolish, and if it happened to come to the attention of the author that he had held it in his hands, he did not want him to celebrate the idea that Don Quixote had read it, for one\u2019s thoughts must eschew obscene and indecent things, as must one\u2019s eyes. They asked him where he had decided to travel. He responded to Zaragoza, to take part in the jousts for the suit of armor that are held in the city every year. Don Juan told him that in the new history, the account of how Don Quixote, or whoever he was, ran at the ring591<\/a><\/span><\/sup> was lacking in invention, poor in letters,592<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and very poor in liveries,593<\/a><\/span><\/sup> though rich in stupidities.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cFor this very reason,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cI shall not set foot in Zaragoza, and in this way I shall proclaim the lies of this modern historian to the world, and then people will see that I am not the Don Quixote he says I am.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThat would be very wise,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo. \u201cThere are other jousts in Barcelona, where Se\u00f1or Don Quixote will be able to prove his valor.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI intend to do that,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cand if your graces will permit me, it is time for me to go to bed, and I hope you will consider and count me among your greatest friends and servants.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cAnd me too,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cMaybe I\u2019ll be good for something.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

With this they took their leave, and Don Quixote and Sancho withdrew to their room, leaving Don Juan and Don Jer\u00f3nimo astonished by the mixture of intelligence and madness they had seen and convinced that these were the true Don Quixote and Sancho, not the ones described by the Aragonese author.<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote awoke at dawn, and knocking on the wall of their room, he said goodbye to his supper hosts. Sancho paid the innkeeper very generously and advised him to praise the provisions of his inn a little less or to keep it better supplied.<\/p>\r\n","rendered":"

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

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Which recounts an extraordinary incident that befell Don Quixote and can be considered an adventure<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

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The dust and weariness that Don Quixote and Sancho took away with them from their encounter with the discourteous bulls was alleviated by a clear, fresh spring that they found in a cool grove of trees, and the two of them, the fatigued master and servant, sat at its edge, leaving the gray and Rocinante free, without bridle or bit. Sancho turned to the provisions in his saddlebags and took out what he liked to call his feed; he rinsed his mouth, and Don Quixote washed his face, and this refreshment helped to revive their discouraged spirits. Don Quixote did not eat out of pure sorrow, and Sancho did not dare to touch the food before him out of pure courtesy, for he was waiting for his master to take the first mouthful; but seeing him so lost in thought that he forgot to raise the bread to his mouth, Sancho did not open his to speak, and violating every rule of good manners, he began to pack his stomach with the bread and cheese that were in front of him.<\/p>\n

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\u201cEat, Sancho my friend,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201csustain life, which matters to you more than to me, and let me die at the hands of my thoughts and by means of my misfortunes. I, Sancho, was born to live by dying, and you to die by eating; so you can see that I am telling you the truth in this regard, consider me, printed in histories, famous in the practice of arms, courteous in my actions, respected by princes, wooed by maidens; and when I expected the palms, triumphs, and crowns that were earned and deserved by my valorous deeds, I have seen myself this morning trampled and kicked and bruised by the feet of filthy and unclean animals. This thought dulls my teeth, blunts my molars, numbs my hands, and completely takes away my desire for <\/a>food, and so I think I shall let myself die of hunger, the cruelest of all deaths.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat means,\u201d said Sancho, not stopping his rapid chewing, \u201cthat your grace doesn\u2019t agree with the proverb that says, \u2018Let Marta die but keep her belly full.\u2019 I, at least, don\u2019t plan to kill myself; instead, I plan to do what the shoemaker does when he pulls on the leather with his teeth and stretches it until it reaches as far as he wants: I\u2019ll stretch my life by eating until it reaches the end that heaven has arranged for it; you should know, Se\u00f1or, that there\u2019s no greater madness than wanting to despair, the way your grace does; believe me, after you eat something, you should sleep a little on the green featherbed of this grass, and you\u2019ll see that when you wake up you\u2019ll feel much relieved.\u201d<\/p>\n

Don Quixote complied, thinking that Sancho\u2019s words were those of a philosopher, not a fool, and he said to him:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you, O Sancho, would do for me what I shall tell you now, my relief will be more certain and my sorrows not as great; and it is that while I sleep, following your advice, you ought to move a little distance from here, and expose your flesh, and with Rocinante\u2019s reins give yourself three or four hundred of the three thousand\u2013odd lashes you must give yourself in order to disenchant Dulcinea, for it is no small shame that the poor lady is still enchanted because of your thoughtlessness and neglect.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is a good deal to say about that,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cFor now, let\u2019s both sleep, and later God will decide what will happen. Your grace should know that a man whipping himself in cold blood is a very harsh matter, especially if the lashes fall on a body that is badly nourished and underfed; let my lady Dulcinea be patient, and when she least expects it she\u2019ll see me riddled with lashes; everything\u2019s life until we die; I mean, I still have mine, along with the desire to keep my promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Don Quixote thanked him and ate something, and Sancho ate a great deal, and both of them lay down to sleep, leaving Rocinante and the gray, the two constant companions and friends, free to wander wherever they chose to graze on the plentiful grass that abounded in the meadow. They awoke rather late and remounted and continued on their way, riding quickly in order to reach an inn that seemed to be about a league away. I say it was an inn because that is what Don Quixote called it, in contrast with his usual custom of calling all inns castles.<\/p>\n

And so they reached the inn and asked the landlord if there was lodging. The answer was yes, with all the comfort and luxury that one could find in Zaragoza. They dismounted, and Sancho put his provisions away in a room to which the landlord gave him the key; he led the animals to <\/a>the stable, gave them their fodder, went out to see what orders Don Quixote, who was sitting on a stone bench built into the wall, might have for him, and gave particular thanks to heaven because the inn had not seemed like a castle to his master.<\/p>\n

The time for supper arrived, and they withdrew to their room; Sancho asked the landlord what he had for supper. The landlord responded that he could have anything and could ask for whatever he wanted: the inn was stocked with the birds of the air, the fowl of the earth, and the fish of the sea.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no need for so much,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cIf you roast a couple of chickens for us, we\u2019ll have enough, because my master is delicate and doesn\u2019t eat a lot, and I\u2019m not much of a glutton.\u201d<\/p>\n

The landlord responded that he did not have any chickens because the hawks had devoured them all.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Se\u00f1or Landlord,\u201d said Sancho, \u201chave them roast a pullet, if it\u2019s tender.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA pullet? Good Lord!\u201d responded the landord. \u201cThe truth of the matter is that yesterday I sent fifty to be sold in the city; but, except for pullets, your grace can order whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen that means,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthat you have plenty of veal or goat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor the moment, there\u2019s none in the house,\u201d responded the landlord, \u201cbecause it\u2019s all gone, but next week there\u2019ll be plenty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat does us a lot of good!\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI\u2019ll wager that everything you don\u2019t have can be made up for by all the eggs and bacon you do have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy God,\u201d responded the landlord, \u201cthat\u2019s a nice sense of humor my guest has. I already told you I don\u2019t have pullets or chickens, and now you want me to have eggs? Talk about some other delicacies, if you like, and stop asking for chickens.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s settle this, for God\u2019s sake,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cand tell me once and for all what you do have, and enough talking, Se\u00f1or Landlord.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I really and truly have are two cows\u2019 heels that seem like calves\u2019 feet, or two calves\u2019 feet that seem like cows\u2019 heels; they\u2019re stewed with chickpeas, onions, and bacon, and right now they\u2019re saying, \u2018Eat me! Eat me!\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight now I mark them as mine,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cand don\u2019t let anybody touch them; I\u2019ll pay a better price for them than anybody else, because as far as I\u2019m concerned nothing could taste any better, and it\u2019s all the same to me whether they\u2019re calves\u2019 feet or cows\u2019 heels.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody will touch them,\u201d said the innkeeper, \u201cbecause the other guests I have are so highborn they brought their own cook and steward, and their own provisions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s highborn you want,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthere\u2019s nobody better than my master, but his profession doesn\u2019t allow any butlers or wine stewards; we just lie down in the middle of a meadow and eat our fill of acorns and medlar fruit.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was the conversation that Sancho had with the innkeeper; Sancho did not want to answer any of his questions, for he had already asked about his master\u2019s profession or office.<\/p>\n

The time for supper arrived, Don Quixote returned to his room, the landlord brought in the olla<\/span> full of stew, and Don Quixote sat down to eat very deliberately. It seems that in the next room, which was separated from his only by a thin partition, Don Quixote heard someone say:<\/p>\n

\u201cBy heaven, Se\u00f1or Don Jer\u00f3nimo, while they bring in our supper, let us read another chapter of the second part of Don Quixote of La Mancha.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As soon as Don Quixote heard his name, he stood and listened very carefully to what they were saying about him, and he heard the man called Don Jer\u00f3nimo respond:<\/p>\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or Don Juan, why does your grace want us to read this nonsense? Whoever has read the first part of the history of Don Quixote of La Mancha cannot possibly derive any pleasure from reading this second part.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEven so,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201cit would be nice to read it because there\u2019s no book so bad that it doesn\u2019t have something good in it. What I dislike the most in this one is that it depicts Don Quixote as having fallen out of love with Dulcinea of Toboso.\u201d585<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

When he heard this, Don Quixote, full of wrath and fury, raised his voice and said:<\/p>\n

\u201cIf anyone says that Don Quixote of La Mancha has forgotten or ever can forget Dulcinea of Toboso, I shall make him understand with the most steadfast arms that he is very far from the truth, because the peerless Dulcinea of Toboso cannot be forgotten, nor does forgetting have any place in Don Quixote, for his coat of arms is constancy and his profession is to preserve it gently, and without force of any kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is answering us?\u201d came the response from the next room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho can it be,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cbut Don Quixote of La Mancha <\/a>himself, who\u2019ll carry out everything he\u2019s said, and even what he might say? For the man who pays his debts doesn\u2019t worry about guaranties.\u201d<\/p>\n

As soon as Sancho said this, two gentlemen, for that is what they seemed to be, came in through the door of the room, and one of them threw his arms around Don Quixote\u2019s neck and said:<\/p>\n

\u201cYour presence cannot give the lie to your name, nor can your name not vouch for your presence: there is no doubt, Se\u00f1or, that you are the true Don Quixote of La Mancha, the polestar and guiding light of knight errantry, notwithstanding and despite one who has wanted to usurp your name and annihilate your deeds, as the author of this book, which I give to you now, has done.\u201d<\/p>\n

And he placed a book in his hands, which his companion had been carrying; Don Quixote accepted it and without saying a word began to leaf through it, and in a little while he returned it, saying:<\/p>\n

\u201cIn this short perusal I have found three things in this author that are worthy of reprimand. The first is some words that I have read in the prologue;586<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the second is that the language is Aragonese, because sometimes he writes without articles;587<\/a><\/span><\/sup> the third, which confirms his ignorance, is that he strays and deviates from the truth in the most important part of the history, because he says that the wife of my squire, Sancho Panza, is named Mari Guti\u00e9rrez, which is incorrect, for her name is Teresa Panza;588<\/a><\/span><\/sup> if he errs in something so important, it is reasonable to fear that he will err in everything else.\u201d<\/p>\n

To which Sancho said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a nice thing in a historian! He must certainly know all about us if he calls my wife Mari Guti\u00e9rrez instead of Teresa Panza! Look at the book again, Se\u00f1or, and see if I\u2019m in it, and if he\u2019s changed my name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom what I have heard you say, my friend,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo, \u201cyou undoubedly are Sancho Panza, the squire to Se\u00f1or Don Quixote.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I am,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cand proud of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, by my faith,\u201d said the gentleman, \u201cthis modern author does not treat you with the decency you demonstrate in your person: he depicts you as gluttonous, and simpleminded, and not at all amusing, and very different from the Sancho described in the first part of the history of your master.\u201d589<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

\u201cMay God forgive him,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cHe should have left me in my corner and forgotten about me, because you shouldn\u2019t play music unless you know how, and St. Peter\u2019s just fine in Rome.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two gentlemen asked Don Quixote to come into their room and have supper with them, for they knew very well that the inn did not have food worthy of his person. Don Quixote, who was always courteous, agreed to their request and had supper with them, and Sancho was left with the power of life and death and absolute jurisdiction over the olla;<\/span> he sat at the head of the table, along with the innkeeper, who was no less fond than Sancho of feet and heels.<\/p>\n

In the course of their supper, Don Juan asked Don Quixote if he had news of Se\u00f1ora Dulcinea of Toboso: if she had married, or given birth, or was pregnant, or if she was still a virgin and remembered\u2014within the bounds of her modesty and decorum\u2014the amorous thoughts of Se\u00f1or Don Quixote. To which he responded:<\/p>\n

\u201cDulcinea is a virgin, and my thoughts are more constant than ever; our communications, as barren as always; her beauty, transformed into that of a crude peasant.\u201d<\/p>\n

And then he recounted, point by point, the enchantment of Se\u00f1ora Dulcinea and what had happened to him in the Cave of Montesinos, along with the instructions the wise Merlin had given him on how to disenchant her, which had to do with Sancho\u2019s lashes.<\/p>\n

The two gentlemen were exceedingly happy to hear Don Quixote relate the strange events of his history, and they were as amazed by the nonsensical things he said as by the elegant manner in which he said them. Here they considered him intelligent, and there he seemed to slip into foolishness, and they could not determine where precisely to place him between intelligence and madness.<\/p>\n

Sancho finished eating, and leaving the innkeeper looking like an X,590<\/a><\/span><\/sup> he went to the room where his master was having supper, and when he entered he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cBy my soul, Se\u00f1ores, I don\u2019t think the author of this book that your graces have wants to get along with me; since he calls me a glutton, as your graces say, I wouldn\u2019t want him to call me a drunkard, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe does say that,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo, \u201cbut I don\u2019t remember precisely how, although I do know that his words are offensive, and false as well, as I can see by the physiognomy of the good Sancho here present.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBelieve me, your graces,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthe Sancho and the Don Quixote in that history are not the ones who appear in the history composed by Cide Hamete Benengeli, the ones who are us: my master is valiant, intelligent, and in love, and I\u2019m simple, amusing, and not a glutton or a drunkard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe that,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201cand if it were possible, I would order that no one could dare to deal with the affairs of the great Don Quixote except Cide Hamete, the first author, just as Alexander the Great ordered that no one could dare paint his portrait except Apelles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet anyone who wishes to,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cportray me, but not mistreat me, for patience often falters when it is loaded down with injuries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo injury,\u201d said Don Juan, \u201ccan be done to Se\u00f1or Don Quixote that he cannot avenge, if he does not ward it off with the shield of his patience, which, in my opinion, is strong and great.\u201d<\/p>\n

They spent a good part of the night in these and other similar conversations, and although Don Juan wanted Don Quixote to read more of the book in order to hear his comments, he would not be persuaded, saying he considered that he had read it, and confirmed that all of it was foolish, and if it happened to come to the attention of the author that he had held it in his hands, he did not want him to celebrate the idea that Don Quixote had read it, for one\u2019s thoughts must eschew obscene and indecent things, as must one\u2019s eyes. They asked him where he had decided to travel. He responded to Zaragoza, to take part in the jousts for the suit of armor that are held in the city every year. Don Juan told him that in the new history, the account of how Don Quixote, or whoever he was, ran at the ring591<\/a><\/span><\/sup> was lacking in invention, poor in letters,592<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and very poor in liveries,593<\/a><\/span><\/sup> though rich in stupidities.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor this very reason,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cI shall not set foot in Zaragoza, and in this way I shall proclaim the lies of this modern historian to the world, and then people will see that I am not the Don Quixote he says I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be very wise,\u201d said Don Jer\u00f3nimo. \u201cThere are other jousts in Barcelona, where Se\u00f1or Don Quixote will be able to prove his valor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI intend to do that,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cand if your graces will permit me, it is time for me to go to bed, and I hope you will consider and count me among your greatest friends and servants.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd me too,\u201d said Sancho. \u201cMaybe I\u2019ll be good for something.\u201d<\/p>\n

With this they took their leave, and Don Quixote and Sancho withdrew to their room, leaving Don Juan and Don Jer\u00f3nimo astonished by the mixture of intelligence and madness they had seen and convinced that these were the true Don Quixote and Sancho, not the ones described by the Aragonese author.<\/p>\n

Don Quixote awoke at dawn, and knocking on the wall of their room, he said goodbye to his supper hosts. Sancho paid the innkeeper very generously and advised him to praise the provisions of his inn a little less or to keep it better supplied.<\/p>\n

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