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his bidding.

       Thus warned and menaced, the castellan forthwith brought out a book in which he used to enter the straw and barley he served out to the

       carriers, and, with a lad carrying a candle-end, and the two damsels

       already mentioned, he returned to where Don Quixote stood, and bade him kneel down. Then, reading from his account-book as if he were repeating some devout prayer, in the middle of his delivery he raised his hand and gave him a sturdy blow on the neck, and then, with his own sword, a smart slap on the shoulder, all the while muttering between his teeth as if he

       was saying his prayers. Having done this, he directed one of the ladies to gird on his sword, which she did with great self-possession and

       gravity, and not a little was required to prevent a burst of laughter at

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       each stage of the ceremony; but what they had already seen of the novice knight's prowess kept their laughter within bounds. On girding him with

       the sword the worthy lady said to him, "May God make your worship a very fortunate knight, and grant you success in battle." Don Quixote asked her name in order that he might from that time forward know to whom he was beholden for the favour he had received, as he meant to confer upon her some portion of the honour he acquired by the might of his arm. She answered with great humility that she was called La Tolosa, and that she

       was the daughter of a cobbler of Toledo who lived in the stalls of Sanchobienaya, and that wherever she might be she would serve and esteem him as her lord. Don Quixote said in reply that she would do him a favour

       if thenceforward she assumed the "Don" and called herself Dona Tolosa. She promised she would, and then the other buckled on his spur, and with her followed almost the same conversation as with the lady of the sword. He asked her name, and she said it was La Molinera, and that she was the daughter of a respectable miller of Antequera; and of her likewise Don Quixote requested that she would adopt the "Don" and call herself Dona Molinera, making offers to her further services and favours.

       Having thus, with hot haste and speed, brought to a conclusion these never-till-now-seen ceremonies, Don Quixote was on thorns until he saw himself on horseback sallying forth in quest of adventures; and saddling Rocinante at once he mounted, and embracing his host, as he returned thanks for his kindness in knighting him, he addressed him in language so extraordinary that it is impossible to convey an idea of it or report it.

       The landlord, to get him out of the inn, replied with no less rhetoric though with shorter words, and without calling upon him to pay the

       reckoning let him go with a Godspeed.

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       CHAPTER IV.

       OF WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR KNIGHT WHEN HE LEFT THE INN

       Day was dawning when Don Quixote quitted the inn, so happy, so gay, so

       exhilarated at finding himself now dubbed a knight, that his joy was like

       to burst his horse-girths. However, recalling the advice of his host as to the requisites he ought to carry with him, especially that referring

       to money and shirts, he determined to go home and provide himself with all, and also with a squire, for he reckoned upon securing a

       farm-labourer, a neighbour of his, a poor man with a family, but very well qualified for the office of squire to a knight. With this object he turned his horse's head towards his village, and Rocinante, thus reminded of his old quarters, stepped out so briskly that he hardly seemed to

       tread the earth.

       He had not gone far, when out of a thicket on his right there seemed to come feeble cries as of some one in distress, and the instant he heard them he exclaimed, "Thanks be to heaven for the favour it accords me, that it so soon offers me an opportunity of fulfilling the obligation I

       have undertaken, and gathering the fruit of my ambition. These cries, no doubt, come from some man or woman in want of help, and needing my aid and protection;" and wheeling, he turned Rocinante in the direction

       whence the cries seemed to proceed. He had gone but a few paces into the

       wood, when he saw a mare tied to an oak, and tied to another, and

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       stripped from the waist upwards, a youth of about fifteen years of age,

       from whom the cries came. Nor were they without cause, for a lusty farmer

       was flogging him with a belt and following up every blow with scoldings

       and commands, repeating, "Your mouth shut and your eyes open!" while the youth made answer, "I won't do it again, master mine; by God's passion I won't do it again, and I'll take more care of the flock another time."

       Seeing what was going on, Don Quixote said in an angry voice, "Discourteous knight, it ill becomes you to assail one who cannot defend himself; mount your steed and take your lance" (for there was a lance leaning against the oak to which the mare was tied), "and I will make you know that you are behaving as a coward." The farmer, seeing before him this figure in full armour brandishing a lance over his head, gave

       himself up for dead, and made answer meekly, "Sir Knight, this youth that I am chastising is my servant, employed by me to watch a flock of sheep that I have hard by, and he is so careless that I lose one every day, and when I punish him for his carelessness and knavery he says I do it out of niggardliness, to escape paying him the wages I owe him, and before God, and on my soul, he lies."

       "Lies before me, base clown!" said Don Quixote. "By the sun that shines on us I have a mind to run you through with this lance. Pay him at once without another word; if not, by the God that rules us I will make an end of you, and annihilate you on the spot; release him instantly."

       The farmer hung his head, and without a word untied his servant, of whom

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       Don Quixote asked how much his master owed him.

       He replied, nine months at seven reals a month. Don Quixote added it up, found that it came to sixty-three reals, and told the farmer to pay it

       down immediately, if he did not want to die for it.

       The trembling clown replied that as he lived and by the oath he had sworn (though he had not sworn any) it was not so much; for there were to be taken into account and deducted three pairs of shoes he had given him, and a real for two blood-lettings when he was sick.

       "All that is very well," said Don Quixote; "but let the shoes and the blood-lettings stand as a setoff against the blows you have given him without any cause; for if he spoiled the leather of the shoes you paid

       for, you have damaged that of his body, and if the barber took blood from him when he was sick, you have drawn it when he was sound; so on that score he owes you nothing."

       "The difficulty is, Sir Knight, that I have no money here; let Andres

       come home with me, and I will pay him all, real by real."

       "I go with him!" said the youth. "Nay, God forbid! No, senor, not for the world; for once alone with me, he would ray me like a Saint Bartholomew."

       "He will do nothing of the kind," said Don Quixote; "I have only to command, and he will obey me; and as he has sworn to me by the order of knighthood which he has received, I leave him free, and I guarantee the payment."

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       "Consider what you are saying, senor," said the youth; "this master of mine is not a knight, nor has he received any order of knighthood; for he is Juan Haldudo the Rich, of Quintanar."

       "That matters little," replied Don Quixote; "there may be Haldudos knights; moreover, everyone is the son of his works."

       "That is true," said Andres; "but this master of mine--of what works is he the son, when he refuses me the wages of my sweat and labour?"

       "I do not refuse, brother Andres," said the farmer, "be good enough to come along with me, and I swear by all the orders of knighthood there are in the world to pay you as I have agreed, real by real, and perfumed."