บทที่ บทที่ 79 · CHAPTER XXVII. WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN WHO MASTER PEDRO AND HIS APE WERE, TOGETHER WITH

. CHAPTER XXVII. WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN WHO MASTER PEDRO AND HIS APE WERE, TOGETHER WITH

CHAPTER XXVII.

WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN WHO MASTER PEDRO AND HIS APE WERE, TOGETHER WITH

THE MISHAP DON QUIXOTE HAD IN THE BRAYING ADVENTURE, WHICH HE DID NOT

CONCLUDE AS HE WOULD HAVE LIKED OR AS HE HAD EXPECTED

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Cide Hamete, the chronicler of this great history, begins this chapter

with these words, “I swear as a Catholic Christian;” with regard to

which his translator says that Cide Hamete’s swearing as a Catholic

Christian, he being—as no doubt he was—a Moor, only meant that, just as

a Catholic Christian taking an oath swears, or ought to swear, what is

true, and tell the truth in what he avers, so he was telling the truth,

as much as if he swore as a Catholic Christian, in all he chose to

write about Quixote, especially in declaring who Master Pedro was and

what was the divining ape that astonished all the villages with his

divinations. He says, then, that he who has read the First Part of this

history will remember well enough the Gines de Pasamonte whom, with

other galley slaves, Don Quixote set free in the Sierra Morena: a

kindness for which he afterwards got poor thanks and worse payment from

that evil-minded, ill-conditioned set. This Gines de Pasamonte—Don

Ginesillo de Parapilla, Don Quixote called him—it was that stole Dapple

from Sancho Panza; which, because by the fault of the printers neither

the how nor the when was stated in the First Part, has been a puzzle to

a good many people, who attribute to the bad memory of the author what

was the error of the press. In fact, however, Gines stole him while

Sancho Panza was asleep on his back, adopting the plan and device that

Brunello had recourse to when he stole Sacripante’s horse from between

his legs at the siege of Albracca; and, as has been told, Sancho

afterwards recovered him. This Gines, then, afraid of being caught by

the officers of justice, who were looking for him to punish him for his

numberless rascalities and offences (which were so many and so great

that he himself wrote a big book giving an account of them), resolved

to shift his quarters into the kingdom of Aragon, and cover up his left

eye, and take up the trade of a puppet-showman; for this, as well as

juggling, he knew how to practise to perfection. From some released

Christians returning from Barbary, it so happened, he bought the ape,

which he taught to mount upon his shoulder on his making a certain

sign, and to whisper, or seem to do so, in his ear. Thus prepared,

before entering any village whither he was bound with his show and his

ape, he used to inform himself at the nearest village, or from the most

likely person he could find, as to what particular things had happened

there, and to whom; and bearing them well in mind, the first thing he

did was to exhibit his show, sometimes one story, sometimes another,

but all lively, amusing, and familiar. As soon as the exhibition was

over he brought forward the accomplishments of his ape, assuring the

public that he divined all the past and the present, but as to the

future he had no skill. For each question answered he asked two reals,

and for some he made a reduction, just as he happened to feel the pulse

of the questioners; and when now and then he came to houses where

things that he knew of had happened to the people living there, even if

they did not ask him a question, not caring to pay for it, he would

make the sign to the ape and then declare that it had said so and so,

which fitted the case exactly. In this way he acquired a prodigious

name and all ran after him; on other occasions, being very crafty, he

would answer in such a way that the answers suited the questions; and

as no one cross-questioned him or pressed him to tell how his ape

divined, he made fools of them all and filled his pouch. The instant he

entered the inn he knew Don Quixote and Sancho, and with that knowledge

it was easy for him to astonish them and all who were there; but it

would have cost him dear had Don Quixote brought down his hand a little

lower when he cut off King Marsilio’s head and destroyed all his

horsemen, as related in the preceeding chapter.

So much for Master Pedro and his ape; and now to return to Don Quixote

of La Mancha. After he had left the inn he determined to visit, first

of all, the banks of the Ebro and that neighbourhood, before entering

the city of Saragossa, for the ample time there was still to spare

before the jousts left him enough for all. With this object in view he

followed the road and travelled along it for two days, without meeting

any adventure worth committing to writing until on the third day, as he

was ascending a hill, he heard a great noise of drums, trumpets, and

musket-shots. At first he imagined some regiment of soldiers was

passing that way, and to see them he spurred Rocinante and mounted the

hill. On reaching the top he saw at the foot of it over two hundred

men, as it seemed to him, armed with weapons of various sorts, lances,

crossbows, partisans, halberds, and pikes, and a few muskets and a

great many bucklers. He descended the slope and approached the band

near enough to see distinctly the flags, make out the colours and

distinguish the devices they bore, especially one on a standard or

ensign of white satin, on which there was painted in a very life-like

style an ass like a little sard, with its head up, its mouth open and

its tongue out, as if it were in the act and attitude of braying; and

round it were inscribed in large characters these two lines—

They did not bray in vain,

Our alcaldes twain.

From this device Don Quixote concluded that these people must be from

the braying town, and he said so to Sancho, explaining to him what was

written on the standard. At the same time be observed that the man who

had told them about the matter was wrong in saying that the two who

brayed were regidors, for according to the lines of the standard they

were alcaldes. To which Sancho replied, “Señor, there’s nothing to

stick at in that, for maybe the regidors who brayed then came to be

alcaldes of their town afterwards, and so they may go by both titles;

moreover, it has nothing to do with the truth of the story whether the

brayers were alcaldes or regidors, provided at any rate they did bray;

for an alcalde is just as likely to bray as a regidor.” They perceived,

in short, clearly that the town which had been twitted had turned out

to do battle with some other that had jeered it more than was fair or

neighbourly.

Don Quixote proceeded to join them, not a little to Sancho’s

uneasiness, for he never relished mixing himself up in expeditions of

that sort. The members of the troop received him into the midst of

them, taking him to be someone who was on their side. Don Quixote,

putting up his visor, advanced with an easy bearing and demeanour to

the standard with the ass, and all the chief men of the army gathered

round him to look at him, staring at him with the usual amazement that

everybody felt on seeing him for the first time. Don Quixote, seeing

them examining him so attentively, and that none of them spoke to him

or put any question to him, determined to take advantage of their

silence; so, breaking his own, he lifted up his voice and said, “Worthy

sirs, I entreat you as earnestly as I can not to interrupt an argument

I wish to address to you, until you find it displeases or wearies you;

and if that come to pass, on the slightest hint you give me I will put

a seal upon my lips and a gag upon my tongue.”

They all bade him say what he liked, for they would listen to him

willingly.

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With this permission Don Quixote went on to say, “I, sirs, am a

knight-errant whose calling is that of arms, and whose profession is to

protect those who require protection, and give help to such as stand in

need of it. Some days ago I became acquainted with your misfortune and

the cause which impels you to take up arms again and again to revenge

yourselves upon your enemies; and having many times thought over your

business in my mind, I find that, according to the laws of combat, you

are mistaken in holding yourselves insulted; for a private individual

cannot insult an entire community; unless it be by defying it

collectively as a traitor, because he cannot tell who in particular is

guilty of the treason for which he defies it. Of this we have an

example in Don Diego Ordoñez de Lara, who defied the whole town of

Zamora, because he did not know that Vellido Dolfos alone had committed

the treachery of slaying his king; and therefore he defied them all,

and the vengeance and the reply concerned all; though, to be sure,

Señor Don Diego went rather too far, indeed very much beyond the limits

of a defiance; for he had no occasion to defy the dead, or the waters,

or the fishes, or those yet unborn, and all the rest of it as set

forth; but let that pass, for when anger breaks out there’s no father,

governor, or bridle to check the tongue. The case being, then, that no

one person can insult a kingdom, province, city, state, or entire

community, it is clear there is no reason for going out to avenge the

defiance of such an insult, inasmuch as it is not one. A fine thing it

would be if the people of the clock town were to be at loggerheads

every moment with everyone who called them by that name,—or the

Cazoleros, Berengeneros, Ballenatos, Jaboneros, or the bearers of all

the other names and titles that are always in the mouth of the boys and

common people! It would be a nice business indeed if all these

illustrious cities were to take huff and revenge themselves and go

about perpetually making trombones of their swords in every petty

quarrel! No, no; God forbid! There are four things for which sensible

men and well-ordered States ought to take up arms, draw their swords,

and risk their persons, lives, and properties. The first is to defend

the Catholic faith; the second, to defend one’s life, which is in

accordance with natural and divine law; the third, in defence of one’s

honour, family, and property; the fourth, in the service of one’s king

in a just war; and if to these we choose to add a fifth (which may be

included in the second), in defence of one’s country. To these five, as

it were capital causes, there may be added some others that may be just

and reasonable, and make it a duty to take up arms; but to take them up

for trifles and things to laugh at and be amused by rather than

offended, looks as though he who did so was altogether wanting in

common sense. Moreover, to take an unjust revenge (and there cannot be

any just one) is directly opposed to the sacred law that we

acknowledge, wherein we are commanded to do good to our enemies and to

love them that hate us; a command which, though it seems somewhat

difficult to obey, is only so to those who have in them less of God

than of the world, and more of the flesh than of the spirit; for Jesus

Christ, God and true man, who never lied, and could not and cannot lie,

said, as our law-giver, that his yoke was easy and his burden light; he

would not, therefore, have laid any command upon us that it was

impossible to obey. Thus, sirs, you are bound to keep quiet by human

and divine law.”

“The devil take me,” said Sancho to himself at this, “but this master

of mine is a theologian; or, if not, faith, he’s as like one as one egg

is like another.”

Don Quixote stopped to take breath, and, observing that silence was

still preserved, had a mind to continue his discourse, and would have

done so had not Sancho interposed with his smartness; for he, seeing

his master pause, took the lead, saying, “My lord Don Quixote of La

Mancha, who once was called the Knight of the Rueful Countenance, but

now is called the Knight of the Lions, is a gentleman of great

discretion who knows Latin and his mother tongue like a bachelor, and

in everything that he deals with or advises proceeds like a good

soldier, and has all the laws and ordinances of what they call combat

at his fingers’ ends; so you have nothing to do but to let yourselves

be guided by what he says, and on my head be it if it is wrong. Besides

which, you have been told that it is folly to take offence at merely

hearing a bray. I remember when I was a boy I brayed as often as I had

a fancy, without anyone hindering me, and so elegantly and naturally

that when I brayed all the asses in the town would bray; but I was none

the less for that the son of my parents who were greatly respected; and

though I was envied because of the gift by more than one of the high

and mighty ones of the town, I did not care two farthings for it; and

that you may see I am telling the truth, wait a bit and listen, for

this art, like swimming, once learnt is never forgotten;” and then,

taking hold of his nose, he began to bray so vigorously that all the

valleys around rang again.

One of those, however, that stood near him, fancying he was mocking

them, lifted up a long staff he had in his hand and smote him such a

blow with it that Sancho dropped helpless to the ground. Don Quixote,

seeing him so roughly handled, attacked the man who had struck him

lance in hand, but so many thrust themselves between them that he could

not avenge him. Far from it, finding a shower of stones rained upon

him, and crossbows and muskets unnumbered levelled at him, he wheeled

Rocinante round and, as fast as his best gallop could take him, fled

from the midst of them, commending himself to God with all his heart to

deliver him out of this peril, in dread every step of some ball coming

in at his back and coming out at his breast, and every minute drawing

his breath to see whether it had gone from him. The members of the

band, however, were satisfied with seeing him take to flight, and did

not fire on him. They put up Sancho, scarcely restored to his senses,

on his ass, and let him go after his master; not that he was

sufficiently in his wits to guide the beast, but Dapple followed the

footsteps of Rocinante, from whom he could not remain a moment

separated. Don Quixote having got some way off looked back, and seeing

Sancho coming, waited for him, as he perceived that no one followed

him. The men of the troop stood their ground till night, and as the

enemy did not come out to battle, they returned to their town exulting;

and had they been aware of the ancient custom of the Greeks, they would

have erected a trophy on the spot.

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