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asked he of the Grove。
〃Fifteen； a couple of years more or less；〃 answered Sancho； 〃but she
is as tall as a lance； and as fresh as an April morning； and as strong
as a porter。〃
〃Those are gifts to fit her to be not only a countess but a nymph of
the greenwood；〃 said he of the Grove； 〃whoreson strumpet！ what pith
the rogue must have！〃
To which Sancho made answer； somewhat sulkily； 〃She's no strumpet；
nor was her mother； nor will either of them be； please God； while I
live； speak more civilly； for one bred up among knights…errant； who
are courtesy itself； your words don't seem to me to be very becoming。〃
〃O how little you know about compliments； sir squire；〃 returned he
of the Grove。 〃What！ don't you know that when a horseman delivers a
good lance thrust at the bull in the plaza； or when anyone does
anything very well； the people are wont to say； 'Ha； whoreson rip！ how
well he has done it！' and that what seems to be abuse in the
expression is high praise？ Disown sons and daughters； senor； who don't
do what deserves that compliments of this sort should be paid to their
parents。〃
〃I do disown them；〃 replied Sancho； 〃and in this way； and by the
same reasoning； you might call me and my children and my wife all
the strumpets in the world； for all they do and say is of a kind
that in the highest degree deserves the same praise； and to see them
again I pray God to deliver me from mortal sin； or； what comes to
the same thing； to deliver me from this perilous calling of squire
into which I have fallen a second time； decayed and beguiled by a
purse with a hundred ducats that I found one day in the heart of the
Sierra Morena； and the devil is always putting a bag full of doubloons
before my eyes； here； there； everywhere； until I fancy at every stop I
am putting my hand on it； and hugging it； and carrying it home with
me； and making investments； and getting interest； and living like a
prince； and so long as I think of this I make light of all the
hardships I endure with this simpleton of a master of mine； who； I
well know； is more of a madman than a knight。〃
〃There's why they say that 'covetousness bursts the bag；'〃 said he
of the Grove； 〃but if you come to talk of that sort； there is not a
greater one in the world than my master； for he is one of those of
whom they say； 'the cares of others kill the ass；' for； in order
that another knight may recover the senses he has lost； he makes a
madman of himself and goes looking for what； when found； may； for
all I know； fly in his own face。〃
〃And is he in love perchance？〃 asked Sancho。
〃He is；〃 said of the Grove； 〃with one Casildea de Vandalia； the
rawest and best roasted lady the whole world could produce； but that
rawness is not the only foot he limps on； for he has greater schemes
rumbling in his bowels； as will be seen before many hours are over。〃
〃There's no road so smooth but it has some hole or hindrance in it；〃
said Sancho； 〃in other houses they cook beans； but in mine it's by the
potful； madness will have more followers and hangers…on than sound
sense； but if there be any truth in the common saying； that to have
companions in trouble gives some relief； I may take consolation from
you； inasmuch as you serve a master as crazy as my own。〃
〃Crazy but valiant；〃 replied he of the Grove； 〃and more roguish than
crazy or valiant。〃
〃Mine is not that；〃 said Sancho； 〃I mean he has nothing of the rogue
in him； on the contrary； he has the soul of a pitcher； he has no
thought of doing harm to anyone； only good to all； nor has he any
malice whatever in him； a child might persuade him that it is night at
noonday； and for this simplicity I love him as the core of my heart；
and I can't bring myself to leave him； let him do ever such foolish
things。〃
〃For all that； brother and senor；〃 said he of the Grove； 〃if the
blind lead the blind； both are in danger of falling into the pit。 It
is better for us to beat a quiet retreat and get back to our own
quarters； for those who seek adventures don't always find good ones。〃
Sancho kept spitting from time to time； and his spittle seemed
somewhat ropy and dry； observing which the compassionate squire of the
Grove said； 〃It seems to me that with all this talk of ours our
tongues are sticking to the roofs of our mouths； but I have a pretty
good loosener hanging from the saddle…bow of my horse；〃 and getting up
he came back the next minute with a large bota of wine and a pasty
half a yard across； and this is no exaggeration； for it was made of
a house rabbit so big that Sancho； as he handled it； took it to be
made of a goat； not to say a kid； and looking at it he said； 〃And do
you carry this with you； senor？〃
〃Why； what are you thinking about？〃 said the other； 〃do you take
me for some paltry squire？ I carry a better larder on my horse's croup
than a general takes with him when he goes on a march。〃
Sancho ate without requiring to be pressed； and in the dark bolted
mouthfuls like the knots on a tether； and said he； 〃You are a proper
trusty squire； one of the right sort； sumptuous and grand； as this
banquet shows； which； if it has not come here by magic art； at any
rate has the look of it； not like me； unlucky beggar； that have
nothing more in my alforjas than a scrap of cheese； so hard that one
might brain a giant with it； and； to keep it company； a few dozen
carobs and as many more filberts and walnuts； thanks to the
austerity of my master； and the idea he has and the rule he follows；
that knights…errant must not live or sustain themselves on anything
except dried fruits and the herbs of the field。〃
〃By my faith； brother；〃 said he of the Grove； 〃my stomach is not
made for thistles； or wild pears； or roots of the woods； let our
masters do as they like； with their chivalry notions and laws； and eat
what those enjoin； I carry my prog…basket and this bota hanging to the
saddle…bow； whatever they may say； and it is such an object of worship
with me； and I love it so； that there is hardly a moment but I am
kissing and embracing it over and over again；〃 and so saying he thrust
it into Sancho's hands； who raising it aloft pointed to his mouth；
gazed at the stars for a quarter of an hour； and when he had done
drinking let his head fall on one side； and giving a deep sigh；
exclaimed； 〃Ah； whoreson rogue； how catholic it is！〃
〃There； you see；〃 said he of the Grove； hearing Sancho's
exclamation； 〃how you have called this wine whoreson by way of
praise。〃
〃Well；〃 said Sancho； 〃I own it； and I grant it is no dishonour to
call anyone whoreson when it is to be understood as praise。 But tell
me； senor； by what you love best； is this Ciudad Real wine？〃
〃O rare wine…taster！〃 said he of the Grove； 〃nowhere else indeed
does it come from； and it has some years' age too。〃
〃Leave me alone for that；〃 said Sancho； 〃never fear but I'll hit
upon the place it came from somehow。 What would you say； sir squire；
to my having such a great natural instinct in judging wines that you
have only to let me smell one and I can tell positively its country；
its kind； its flavour and soundness； the changes it will undergo；
and everything that appertains to a wine？ But it is