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"Whether you come victorious or vanquished out of this emprise, sir

knight," replied he of the Mirrors, "you will have more than enough time

and leisure to see me; and if now I do not comply with your request, it

is because it seems to me I should do a serious wrong to the fair

Casildea de Vandalia in wasting time while I stopped to raise my visor

before compelling you to confess what you are already aware I maintain."

"Well then," said Don Quixote, "while we are mounting you can at least

tell me if I am that Don Quixote whom you said you vanquished."

"To that we answer you," said he of the Mirrors, "that you are as like

the very knight I vanquished as one egg is like another, but as you say

enchanters persecute you, I will not venture to say positively whether

you are the said person or not."

"That," said Don Quixote, "is enough to convince me that you are under a

deception; however, entirely to relieve you of it, let our horses be

brought, and in less time than it would take you to raise your visor, if

God, my lady, and my arm stand me in good stead, I shall see your face,

and you shall see that I am not the vanquished Don Quixote you take me to

be."

With this, cutting short the colloquy, they mounted, and Don Quixote

wheeled Rocinante round in order to take a proper distance to charge back

upon his adversary, and he of the Mirrors did the same; but Don Quixote

had not moved away twenty paces when he heard himself called by the

other, and, each returning half-way, he of the Mirrors said to him,

"Remember, sir knight, that the terms of our combat are, that the

vanquished, as I said before, shall be at the victor's disposal."

"I am aware of it already," said Don Quixote; "provided what is commanded

and imposed upon the vanquished be things that do not transgress the

limits of chivalry."

"That is understood," replied he of the Mirrors.

At this moment the extraordinary nose of the squire presented itself to

Don Quixote's view, and he was no less amazed than Sancho at the sight;

insomuch that he set him down as a monster of some kind, or a human being

of some new species or unearthly breed. Sancho, seeing his master

retiring to run his course, did not like to be left alone with the nosy

man, fearing that with one flap of that nose on his own the battle would

be all over for him and he would be left stretched on the ground, either

by the blow or with fright; so he ran after his master, holding on to

Rocinante's stirrup-leather, and when it seemed to him time to turn

about, he said, "I implore of your worship, senor, before you turn to

charge, to help me up into this cork tree, from which I will be able to

witness the gallant encounter your worship is going to have with this

knight, more to my taste and better than from the ground."