Oho said the old soldier. Whence hadst thou that song, despiser of this world?
Whats the matter? asked Piglet
Yes, I promised all those things.
ll put the words out of my head–I swear I will. Only cure me, and
flightsat which they laughed not a littleand at which Sancho would have been no lesout of countenance had not himaster once more assured him it waall enchantment. For all that hisimplicity never reached so high a pitch that he could persuade himself it wanot the plain and simple truthwithout any deception whatever about itthat he had been blanketed by beingof flesh and bloodand not by visionary and imaginary phantomsahimaster believed and protested.The illustrioucompany had now been two dayin the inn; and ait seemed to them time to departthey devised a plan so thatwithout giving Dorothea and Don Fernando the trouble of going back with Don Quixote to hivillage under pretence of restoring Queen Micomiconathe curate and the barber might carry him away with them athey proposedand the curate be able to take himadnesin 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 thifashion. They constructed a kind of cage with wooden barslarge enough to hold Don Quixote comfortably; and then Don Fernando and hicompanionsthe servantof Don Luisand the officerof the Brotherhoodtogether with the landlordby the directionand advice of the curatecovered their faceand disguised themselvessome in one waysome in anotherso ato appear to Don Quixote quite different from the personhe had seen in the castle. Thidonein profound silence they entered the room where he waasleeptaking hihirest after the past fraysand advancing to where he wasleeping tranquillynot dreaming of anything of the kind happeningthey seized him firmly and bound him fast hand and footso thatwhen he awoke startledhe waunable to moveand could only marvel and wonder at the strange figurehe saw before him; upon which he at once gave way to the idea which hicrazed fancy invariably conjured up before himand took it into hihead that all these shapewere phantomof the enchanted castleand that he himself waunquestionably enchanted ahe could neither move nor help himself; precisely what the curatethe concoctor of the schemeexpected would happen. Of all that were there Sancho wathe only one who waat once in hisenseand in hiown proper characterand hethough he wawithin very little of sharing himaster
Nothing more since the privateersman was run in, said Captain Acton.
Good heavens cried Monsieur de Bourbonne, interrupting his nephew, surely you have not been such a fool …….