Don Quixote : The Last of the Notable Adventures 2/2
The final part of the final tale from Heroes of Chivalry
After bidding farewell to all their friends, the procession started. First went the cart guided by the carter, then the troopers, then followed Sancho upon his ass leading Rozinante by the bridle, and last of all the curate and the barber, riding their mighty mules, with masks on their faces. Don Quixote sat with his hands tied and his legs stretched out, leaning against a bar of the cage, with such a silence and such patience that he seemed rather to be a statue than a man. And thus at an alderman-like pace, such as suited the slow steps of the heavy oxen, they journeyed home.
At the end of two days they arrived at Don Quixote’s village, into which they entered about noon. This was on a Sunday, when all the people were in the market-place, through the midst of which Don Quixote’s cart passed. All drew near to see what was in it, and when they knew their neighbour they were greatly astounded. A little boy ran home before, to tell the old woman and the niece that their lord and uncle was returned. It would have moved one to pity to have heard the cries and lamentations the two good women made, and the curses they poured out against all books of knighthood, when they saw Don Quixote enter the gates of his own house again in so strange a carriage.
Sancho Panza’s wife, when she heard of his return, ran forward to meet her husband, and the first question she asked was whether the ass were in health or no. Sancho answered that he was come in better health than his master.
“Tell me, then,” cried his wife, “what profit hast thou reaped by this squireship? What petticoat hast thou brought me home? What shoes for the little boys?”
“I bring none of these things, good wife,” replied Sancho, “though I bring things better thought of and of greater moment.”
“I am glad of that,” said his wife, “for I should like to see them, to the end that my heart may be cheered, which hath been swollen and sorrowful for so long, all the time of thine absence.”
“Thou shalt see them at home,” said Sancho, “therefore rest satisfied. For when we travel once again to seek adventures, thou shalt see me shortly afterwards an earl or governor of an island, one of the best in the world.”
“I pray that it may be so,” replied his wife, “but what means ‘island’, for I understand not the word?”
“Honey is not made for the ass’s mouth,” said Sancho, “but thou shalt know all in good time. Do not busy thyself, Joan, to know all things in a sudden. It is enough that I will tell thee all the truth, and therefore close thy mouth. I will only say this much unto thee as yet, that there is nothing in the world so pleasant as for an honest man to be the squire of a knight that seeks adventures.”
The End, Part One