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how, without saying a word, to save time, I shall bring this adventure to an issue and possess myself of the helmet I have so longed for.โ€

โ€œI will take care to stand aside,โ€ said Sancho; โ€œbut God grant, I say once more, that it may be marjoram and not fulling mills.โ€216

โ€œI have told thee, brother, on no account to mention those fulling mills to me again,โ€ said Don Quixote, โ€œor I vowโ โ€”and I say no moreโ โ€”Iโ€™ll full the soul out of you.โ€

Sancho held his peace in dread lest his master should carry out the vow he had hurled like a bowl at him.

The fact of the matter as regards the helmet, steed, and knight that Don Quixote saw, was this. In that neighbourhood there were two villages, one of them so small that it had neither apothecaryโ€™s shop nor barber, which the other that was close to it had, so the barber of the larger served the smaller, and in it there was a sick man who required to be bled and another man who wanted to be shaved, and on this errand the barber was going, carrying with him a brass basin; but as luck would have it, as he was on the way it began to rain, and not to spoil his hat, which probably was a new one, he put the basin on his head, and being clean it glittered at half a leagueโ€™s distance. He rode upon a grey ass, as Sancho said, and this was what made it seem to Don Quixote to be a dapple-grey steed and a knight and a golden helmet; for everything he saw he made to fall in with his crazy chivalry and ill-errant217 notions; and when he saw the poor knight draw near, without entering into any parley with him, at Rocinanteโ€™s top speed he bore down upon him with the pike pointed low, fully determined to run him through and through, and as he reached him, without checking the fury of his charge, he cried to him:

โ€œDefend thyself, miserable being, or yield me of thine own accord that which is so reasonably my due.โ€

The barber, who without any expectation or apprehension of it saw this apparition coming down upon him, had no other way of saving himself from the stroke of the lance but to let himself fall off his ass; and no sooner had he touched the ground than he sprang up more nimbly than a deer and sped away across the plain faster than the wind.

He left the basin on the ground, with which Don Quixote contented himself, saying that the pagan had shown his discretion and imitated the beaver, which finding itself pressed by the hunters bites and cuts off with its teeth that for which, by its natural instinct, it knows it is pursued.

He told Sancho to pick up the helmet, and he taking it in his hands said:

โ€œBy God the basin is a good one, and worth a real of eight218 if it is worth a maravedis,โ€ and handed it to his master, who immediately put it on his head, turning it round, now this way, now that, in search of fitment, and not finding it he said, โ€œClearly the pagan to whose measure this famous headpiece was first forged must have had a very large head; but the worst of it is half of it is wanting.โ€

When Sancho heard him call the basin a headpiece he was unable to restrain his laughter, but remembering his masterโ€™s wrath he checked himself in the midst of it.

โ€œWhat art thou laughing at, Sancho?โ€ said Don Quixote.

โ€œI am laughing,โ€ said he, โ€œto think of the great head the pagan must have had who owned this helmet, for it looks exactly like a regular barberโ€™s basin.โ€

โ€œDost thou know what I suspect, Sancho?โ€ said Don Quixote; โ€œthat this wonderful piece of this enchanted helmet must by some strange accident have come into the hands of someone who was unable to recognise or realise its value, and who, not knowing what he did, and seeing it to be of the purest gold, must have melted down one half for the sake of what it might be worth, and of the other made this which is like a barberโ€™s basin as thou sayest; but be it as it may, to me who recognise it, its transformation makes no difference, for I will set it to rights at the first village where there is a blacksmith, and in such style that that helmet the god of smithies forged for the god of battles shall not surpass it or even come up to it; and in the meantime I will wear it as well as I can, for something is better than nothing;219 all the more as it will be quite enough to protect me from any chance blow of a stone.โ€

โ€œThat is,โ€ said Sancho, โ€œif it is not shot with a sling as they were in the battle of the two armies, when they signed the cross on your worshipโ€™s grinders and smashed the flask with that blessed draught that made me vomit my bowels up.โ€

โ€œIt does not grieve me much to have lost it,โ€ said Don Quixote, โ€œfor thou knowest, Sancho, that I have the receipt in my memory.โ€

โ€œSo have I,โ€ answered Sancho, โ€œbut if ever I make it, or try it again as long as I live, may this be my last hour; moreover, I have no intention of putting myself in the way of wanting it, for I mean, with all my five senses, to keep myself from being wounded or from wounding anyone: as to being blanketed again I say nothing, for it is hard to prevent mishaps of that sort, and if they come there is nothing for it but to squeeze our shoulders together, hold our breath, shut our eyes, and let ourselves go where luck and the blanket may send us.โ€

โ€œThou art

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