Chương Chương 113 · CHAPTER LXI. OF WHAT HAPPENED DON QUIXOTE ON ENTERING BARCELONA, TOGETHER WITH OTHER

. CHAPTER LXI. OF WHAT HAPPENED DON QUIXOTE ON ENTERING BARCELONA, TOGETHER WITH OTHER

CHAPTER LXI.

OF WHAT HAPPENED DON QUIXOTE ON ENTERING BARCELONA, TOGETHER WITH OTHER

MATTERS THAT PARTAKE OF THE TRUE RATHER THAN OF THE INGENIOUS

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Don Quixote passed three days and three nights with Roque, and had he

passed three hundred years he would have found enough to observe and

wonder at in his mode of life. At daybreak they were in one spot, at

dinner-time in another; sometimes they fled without knowing from whom,

at other times they lay in wait, not knowing for what. They slept

standing, breaking their slumbers to shift from place to place. There

was nothing but sending out spies and scouts, posting sentinels and

blowing the matches of harquebusses, though they carried but few, for

almost all used flintlocks. Roque passed his nights in some place or

other apart from his men, that they might not know where he was, for

the many proclamations the viceroy of Barcelona had issued against his

life kept him in fear and uneasiness, and he did not venture to trust

anyone, afraid that even his own men would kill him or deliver him up

to the authorities; of a truth, a weary miserable life! At length, by

unfrequented roads, short cuts, and secret paths, Roque, Don Quixote,

and Sancho, together with six squires, set out for Barcelona. They

reached the strand on Saint John’s Eve during the night; and Roque,

after embracing Don Quixote and Sancho (to whom he presented the ten

crowns he had promised but had not until then given), left them with

many expressions of good-will on both sides.

Roque went back, while Don Quixote remained on horseback, just as he

was, waiting for day, and it was not long before the countenance of the

fair Aurora began to show itself at the balconies of the east,

gladdening the grass and flowers, if not the ear, though to gladden

that too there came at the same moment a sound of clarions and drums,

and a din of bells, and a tramp, tramp, and cries of “Clear the way

there!” of some runners, that seemed to issue from the city.

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The dawn made way for the sun that with a face broader than a buckler

began to rise slowly above the low line of the horizon; Don Quixote and

Sancho gazed all round them; they beheld the sea, a sight until then

unseen by them; it struck them as exceedingly spacious and broad, much

more so than the lakes of Ruidera which they had seen in La Mancha.

They saw the galleys along the beach, which, lowering their awnings,

displayed themselves decked with streamers and pennons that trembled in

the breeze and kissed and swept the water, while on board the bugles,

trumpets, and clarions were sounding and filling the air far and near

with melodious warlike notes. Then they began to move and execute a

kind of skirmish upon the calm water, while a vast number of horsemen

on fine horses and in showy liveries, issuing from the city, engaged on

their side in a somewhat similar movement. The soldiers on board the

galleys kept up a ceaseless fire, which they on the walls and forts of

the city returned, and the heavy cannon rent the air with the

tremendous noise they made, to which the gangway guns of the galleys

replied. The bright sea, the smiling earth, the clear air—though at

times darkened by the smoke of the guns—all seemed to fill the whole

multitude with unexpected delight. Sancho could not make out how it was

that those great masses that moved over the sea had so many feet.

And now the horsemen in livery came galloping up with shouts and

outlandish cries and cheers to where Don Quixote stood amazed and

wondering; and one of them, he to whom Roque had sent word, addressing

him exclaimed, “Welcome to our city, mirror, beacon, star and cynosure

of all knight-errantry in its widest extent! Welcome, I say, valiant

Don Quixote of La Mancha; not the false, the fictitious, the

apocryphal, that these latter days have offered us in lying histories,

but the true, the legitimate, the real one that Cide Hamete Benengeli,

flower of historians, has described to us!”

Don Quixote made no answer, nor did the horsemen wait for one, but

wheeling again with all their followers, they began curvetting round

Don Quixote, who, turning to Sancho, said, “These gentlemen have

plainly recognised us; I will wager they have read our history, and

even that newly printed one by the Aragonese.”

The cavalier who had addressed Don Quixote again approached him and

said, “Come with us, Señor Don Quixote, for we are all of us your

servants and great friends of Roque Guinart’s;” to which Don Quixote

returned, “If courtesy breeds courtesy, yours, sir knight, is daughter

or very nearly akin to the great Roque’s; carry me where you please; I

will have no will but yours, especially if you deign to employ it in

your service.”

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The cavalier replied with words no less polite, and then, all closing

in around him, they set out with him for the city, to the music of the

clarions and the drums. As they were entering it, the wicked one, who

is the author of all mischief, and the boys who are wickeder than the

wicked one, contrived that a couple of these audacious irrepressible

urchins should force their way through the crowd, and lifting up, one

of them Dapple’s tail and the other Rocinante’s, insert a bunch of

furze under each. The poor beasts felt the strange spurs and added to

their anguish by pressing their tails tight, so much so that, cutting a

multitude of capers, they flung their masters to the ground. Don

Quixote, covered with shame and out of countenance, ran to pluck the

plume from his poor jade’s tail, while Sancho did the same for Dapple.

His conductors tried to punish the audacity of the boys, but there was

no possibility of doing so, for they hid themselves among the hundreds

of others that were following them. Don Quixote and Sancho mounted once

more, and with the same music and acclamations reached their

conductor’s house, which was large and stately, that of a rich

gentleman, in short; and there for the present we will leave them, for

such is Cide Hamete’s pleasure.

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