Don Quixote - Part I - Page 366/400

"So it is, I believe," said Sancho, "except the affair of the blanket,

which came to pass in reality by ordinary means."

"Believe it not," said Don Quixote, "for had it been so, I would have

avenged thee that instant, or even now; but neither then nor now could I,

nor have I seen anyone upon whom to avenge thy wrong."

They were all eager to know what the affair of the blanket was, and the

landlord gave them a minute account of Sancho's flights, at which they

laughed not a little, and at which Sancho would have been no less out of

countenance had not his master once more assured him it was all

enchantment. For all that his simplicity never reached so high a pitch

that he could persuade himself it was not the plain and simple truth,

without any deception whatever about it, that he had been blanketed by

beings of flesh and blood, and not by visionary and imaginary phantoms,

as his master believed and protested.

The illustrious company had now been two days in the inn; and as it

seemed to them time to depart, they devised a plan so that, without

giving Dorothea and Don Fernando the trouble of going back with Don

Quixote to his village under pretence of restoring Queen Micomicona, the

curate and the barber might carry him away with them as they proposed,

and the curate be able to take his madness in hand at home; and in

pursuance of their plan they arranged with the owner of an oxcart who

happened to be passing that way to carry him after this fashion. They

constructed a kind of cage with wooden bars, large enough to hold Don

Quixote comfortably; and then Don Fernando and his companions, the

servants of Don Luis, and the officers of the Brotherhood, together with

the landlord, by the directions and advice of the curate, covered their

faces and disguised themselves, some in one way, some in another, so as

to appear to Don Quixote quite different from the persons he had seen in

the castle. This done, in profound silence they entered the room where he

was asleep, taking his his rest after the past frays, and advancing to

where he was sleeping tranquilly, not dreaming of anything of the kind

happening, they seized him firmly and bound him fast hand and foot, so

that, when he awoke startled, he was unable to move, and could only

marvel and wonder at the strange figures he saw before him; upon which he

at once gave way to the idea which his crazed fancy invariably conjured

up before him, and took it into his head that all these shapes were

phantoms of the enchanted castle, and that he himself was unquestionably

enchanted as he could neither move nor help himself; precisely what the

curate, the concoctor of the scheme, expected would happen. Of all that

were there Sancho was the only one who was at once in his senses and in

his own proper character, and he, though he was within very little of

sharing his master's infirmity, did not fail to perceive who all these

disguised figures were; but he did not dare to open his lips until he saw

what came of this assault and capture of his master; nor did the latter

utter a word, waiting to the upshot of his mishap; which was that

bringing in the cage, they shut him up in it and nailed the bars so

firmly that they could not be easily burst open.