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be all Heaven for sending us an adventure that is good for something!โ€

Searching further he found a little memorandum book richly bound; this Don Quixote asked of him, telling him to take the money and keep it for himself. Sancho kissed his hands for the favour, and cleared the valise of its linen, which he stowed away in the provision sack. Considering the whole matter, Don Quixote observed:

โ€œIt seems to me, Sanchoโ โ€”and it is impossible it can be otherwiseโ โ€”that some strayed traveller must have crossed this sierra and been attacked and slain by footpads, who brought him to this remote spot to bury him.โ€

โ€œThat cannot be,โ€ answered Sancho, โ€œbecause if they had been robbers they would not have left this money.โ€

โ€œThou art right,โ€ said Don Quixote, โ€œand I cannot guess or explain what this may mean; but stay; let us see if in this memorandum book there is anything written by which we may be able to trace out or discover what we want to know.โ€

He opened it, and the first thing he found in it, written roughly but in a very good hand, was a sonnet, and reading it aloud that Sancho might hear it, he found that it ran as follows:

Or Love is lacking in intelligence,
Or to the height of cruelty attains,
Or else it is my doom to suffer pains
Beyond the measure due to my offence.
But if Love be a God, it follows thence
That he knows all, and certain it remains
No God loves cruelty; then who ordains
This penance that enthrals while it torments?
It were a falsehood, Chloe, thee to name;
Such evil with such goodness cannot live;
And against Heaven I dare not charge the blame,
I only know it is my fate to die.
To him who knows not whence his malady
A miracle alone a cure can give.247

โ€œThere is nothing to be learned from that rhyme,โ€ said Sancho, โ€œunless by that clue thereโ€™s in it, one may draw out the ball of the whole matter.โ€248

โ€œWhat clue is there?โ€ said Don Quixote.

โ€œI thought your worship spoke of a clue in it,โ€ said Sancho.

โ€œI only said Chloe,โ€ replied Don Quixote; โ€œand that no doubt, is the name of the lady of whom the author of the sonnet complains; and, faith, he must be a tolerable poet, or I know little of the craft.โ€

โ€œThen your worship understands rhyming too?โ€

โ€œAnd better than thou thinkest,โ€ replied Don Quixote, โ€œas thou shalt see when thou carriest a letter written in verse from beginning to end to my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, for I would have thee know, Sancho, that all or most of the knights-errant in days of yore were great troubadours and great musicians, for both of these accomplishments, or more properly speaking gifts, are the peculiar property of lovers-errant: true it is that the verses of the knights of old have more spirit than neatness in them.โ€

โ€œRead more, your worship,โ€ said Sancho, โ€œand you will find something that will enlighten us.โ€

Don Quixote turned the page and said, โ€œThis is prose and seems to be a letter.โ€

โ€œA correspondence letter, seรฑor?โ€

โ€œFrom the beginning it seems to be a love letter,โ€ replied Don Quixote.

โ€œThen let your worship read it aloud,โ€ said Sancho, โ€œfor I am very fond of love matters.โ€

โ€œWith all my heart,โ€ said Don Quixote, and reading it aloud as Sancho had requested him, he found it ran thus:

Thy false promise and my sure misfortune carry me to a place whence the news of my death will reach thy ears before the words of my complaint. Ungrateful one, thou hast rejected me for one more wealthy, but not more worthy; but if virtue were esteemed wealth I should neither envy the fortunes of others nor weep for misfortunes of my own. What thy beauty raised up thy deeds have laid low; by it I believed thee to be an angel, by them I know thou art a woman. Peace be with thee who hast sent war to me, and Heaven grant that the deceit of thy husband be ever hidden from thee, so that thou repent not of what thou hast done, and I reap not a revenge I would not have.

When he had finished the letter, Don Quixote said, โ€œThere is less to be gathered from this than from the verses, except that he who wrote it is some rejected lover;โ€ and turning over nearly all the pages of the book he found more verses and letters, some of which he could read, while others he could not; but they were all made up of complaints, laments, misgivings, desires and aversions, favours and rejections, some rapturous, some doleful. While Don Quixote examined the book, Sancho examined the valise, not leaving a corner in the whole of it or in the pad that he did not search, peer into, and explore, or seam that he did not rip, or tuft of wool that he did not pick to pieces, lest anything should escape for want of care and pains; so keen was the covetousness excited in him by the discovery of the crowns, which amounted to near a hundred; and though he found no more booty, he held the blanket flights, balsam vomits, stake benedictions, carriersโ€™ fisticuffs, missing alforjas, stolen coat, and all the hunger, thirst, and weariness he had endured in the service of his good master, cheap at the price; as he considered himself more than fully indemnified for all by the payment he received in the gift of the treasure-trove.

The Knight of the Rueful Countenance was still very anxious to find out who the owner of the valise could be, conjecturing from the sonnet and letter, from the money in gold, and from the fineness of the shirts, that he must be some lover of distinction whom the scorn and cruelty of his lady had driven to some desperate course; but as in that uninhabited and rugged spot there was no one to be seen of whom he

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