CHAPTER XLI

THE END OF THIS PROTRACTED ADVENTURE

Don Quixote was in a state of anxiety during the whole day for fear

that Malambruno should not send the steed, but soon after nightfall

there arrived in the garden four wild-men, clad in ivy, and carrying

on their shoulders a large wooden horse. Don Quixote was summoned by

the Distressed Duenna and he mounted the horse at once, not even

putting on his spurs. By this time, however, Sancho had changed his

mind and decided that he was not going to fly through the air like a

witch. But upon the earnest and courteous solicitations of the Duke,

Sancho at last consented to ride with his master.

Don Quixote begged Sancho to give himself five hundred lashes on

behalf of his enchanted Dulcinea before they set off; but this request

struck the squire as the absurdest one he had ever heard. How could

his master expect him to sit on a hard wooden horse while he was all

bruised and sore from the lashes? He did promise solemnly, however,

that as soon as the duennas had been shaved he would turn to the

fulfilling of the other debt.

The Distressed Duenna blindfolded them, saying that doing so would

prevent them from getting dizzy when they rose to great heights; and

Sancho, trembling and tearful, complained that the croup was too hard

and begged for a cushion. But the duenna answered him that the magic

steed permitted no trappings of any kind, and she suggested that he

place himself sideways like a woman, for no doubt he would feel the

hardness less in that position.

Sancho did so; and then he uncovered his eyes and looked in a tender

fashion on those he was leaving behind, and began to cry piteously.

Don Quixote told him sharply to cover his eyes again and not to act

like a fool and a coward; and his squire did as he was bidden, after

having commended himself to God and begged the duennas to pray all the

paternosters and ave-marias they could for him. They in turn

admonished him to stick tight to the croup and not to lose hold of it,

warning him that if he fell, he would fall like a planet and be

blinded by all the stars he would meet on his way down to Earth.

Sobbing, Sancho clung to his master, embracing him with his fat arms

so tightly that Don Quixote came near being upset. The knight took a

firm grip on the steering peg, and reprimanded his squire for

squeezing him. He told him there was nothing to worry about, for it

seemed to him he had never in his life ridden a steed that was so

easy-going: one would hardly think they had budged from their original

place, he said. When Sancho had calmed himself, he concurred in this

opinion. He had never heard that there were people living in the air,

and did he not hear voices quite close to his ears? Don Quixote then

had to explain that affairs of this sort were not of the every-day

kind, and that whenever one went on a trip like this, the voices from

the Earth would reach thousands of leagues away.

Scarcely had Don Quixote said this, before a gust of wind came that

threatened to unseat both the knight and his squire. (The fact was

that it was the draught from a tremendous pair of bellows which the

Duke had had unearthed for the occasion.) Sancho was shaking in his

seat, and Don Quixote warned him again to sit still, for they were in

danger of having a runaway straight into the regions of air and

thunder, and then into the region of fire. He feared he might not get

the steed to turn before it was too late, he said; for it seemed as if

the machinery of the peg were rather intricate, and did not work

quickly.

Suddenly Sancho began to yell that they were already lost in the

flames, and would be burned to death. (He felt his beard being singed

by a torch. It was one of a great number that the majordomo had

provided.) Don Quixote, too, felt his face warm up. But he would not

permit Sancho to uncover his eyes; if he did, the knight said he would

only be seized with giddiness and both of them would fall off their

horse. Besides, he comforted Sancho with the thought that the journey

would last only a few moments longer, and that they were now passing a

final test before landing in the kingdom of Kandy. Don Quixote added

that the distance they had traveled must have been tremendous, and

Sancho replied: "All I know is that if the Senora Magallanes or

Magalona was satisfied with this croup, she could not have been very

tender of flesh."

At this moment came the culmination of their journey through the air.

A torch was tied to the tail of the steed, which was stuffed with

fire-crackers, and suddenly there was a tremendous noise and a flash,

and in the next moment Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, both scorched,

lay as if thunderstruck on the ground.

When the knight and his squire finally came to, and looked about, they

were aghast at what they saw. The ground was strewn with bodies, but

the bearded duennas were gone. Planted in the ground they saw a lance,

attached to which they found a parchment which proclaimed that the

enchantment of the duennas and of the Don and his royal bride was at

an end, and that as soon as the squire Sancho Panza deigned to carry

out the flogging he was to give himself, the peerless Dulcinea would

appear in all her original beauty again.

Now the Duke and the Duchess, who were among the bodies lying on the

ground, seemingly dead, lifted up their heads, as if just coming out

of a long sleep; and Don Quixote hastened to tell them of the great

miracle that had befallen him. They were both convulsed with

laughter--which Don Quixote mistook for emotion--and when he had

finished telling them about his marvelous adventure, they had all they

could do to reply. The Duke finally gathered enough strength to

embrace him and tell him that he was no doubt the greatest knight the

world had ever known.

The Duchess was curious to know how Sancho had enjoyed the trip; and

he confessed that in spite of his master's command he had peered from

underneath the kerchief before his eyes, and had seen the earth below,

and that the people seemed as little as hazelnuts and the earth itself

looked like a grain of mustard-seed; and when he passed through the

region of fire he had seen the goats of heaven, he said.

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