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WHEN we had reached the middle of the lake, we found a little bit of

level ground where we could land, and I saw that those four German

gentlemen had already come to shore there; but on our wishing to

disembark, the boatmen would hear nothing of it. Then I said to my young

men: “Now is the time to show what stuff we are made of; so draw your

swords, and force these fellows to put us on shore.” This we did, not

however without difficulty, for they offered a stubborn resistance. When

at last we got to land, we had to climb that mountain for two miles, and

it was more troublesome than getting up a ladder. I was completely

clothed in mail, with big boots, and a gun in my hand; and it was

raining as though the fountains of the heavens were opened. Those

devils, the German gentlemen, leading their little horses by the bridle,

accomplished miracles of agility; but our animals were not up to the

business, and we burst with the fatigue of making them ascend that hill

of difficulty. We had climbed a little way, when Ascanio’s horse, an

excellent beast of Hungarian race, made a false step. He was going a few

paces before the courier Busbacca to whom Ascanio had given his lance to

carry for him. Well, the path was so bad that the horse stumbled, and

went on scrambling backwards, without being able to regain his footing,

till he stuck upon the point of the lance, which that rogue of a courier

had not the wit to keep out of his way. The weapon passed right through

his throat; and when my other workman went to help him, his horse also,

a black-coloured animal, slipped towards the lake, and held on by some

shrub which offered but a slight support. This horse was carrying a pair

of saddle-bags, which contained all my money and other valuables. I

cried out to the young man to save his own life, and let the horse go to

the devil. The fall was more than a mile of precipitous descent above

the waters of the lake. Just below the place our boatmen had taken up

their station; so that if the horse fell, he would have come precisely

on them. I was ahead of the whole company, and we waited to see the

horse plunge headlong; it seemed certain that he must go to perdition.

During this I said to my young men: “Be under no concern; let us save

our lives, and give thanks to God for all that happens. I am only

distressed for that poor fellow Busbacca, who tied his goblet and his

jewels to the value of several thousands of ducats on the horse’s

saddle-bow, thinking that the safest place. My things are but a few

hundred crowns, and I am in no fear whatever, if only I get God’s

protection.” Then Busbacca cried out: “I am not sorry for my own loss,

but for yours.” “Why,” said I to him, “are you sorry for my trifles, and

not for all that property of yours?” He answered: “I will tell you in

God’s name; in these circumstances and at the point of peril we have

reached, truth must be spoken. I know that yours are crowns, and are so

in good sooth; but that case in which I said I had so many jewels and

other lies, is all full of caviare.” On hearing this I could not hold

from laughing; my young men laughed too; and he began to cry. The horse

extricated itself by a great effort when we had given it up for lost. So

then, still laughing, we summoned our forces, and bent ourselves to

making the ascent. The four German gentlemen, having gained the top

before us, sent down some folk who gave us aid. Thus at length we

reached our lodging in the wilderness. Here, being wet to the skin,

tired out, and famished, we were most agreeably entertained; we dried

ourselves, took rest, and satisfied our hunger, while certain wild herbs

were applied to the wounded horse. They pointed out to us the plant in

question, of which the hedges were full; and we were told that if the

wound was kept continually plugged with its leaves, the beast would not

only recover, but would serve us just as if it had sustained no injury.

We proceeded to do as they advised. Then having thanked those gentlemen,

and feeling ourselves entirely refreshed, we quitted the place, and

travelled onwards, thanking God for saving us from such great perils.

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