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enjoyable while Leandra was away。 Our melancholy grew greater; our
patience grew less; we cursed the soldier's finery and railed at the
carelessness of Leandra's father。 At last Anselmo and I agreed to
leave the village and come to this valley; and; he feeding a great
flock of sheep of his own; and I a large herd of goats of mine; we
pass our life among the trees; giving vent to our sorrows; together
singing the fair Leandra's praises; or upbraiding her; or else sighing
alone; and to heaven pouring forth our complaints in solitude。
Following our example; many more of Leandra's lovers have come to
these rude mountains and adopted our mode of life; and they are so
numerous that one would fancy the place had been turned into the
pastoral Arcadia; so full is it of shepherds and sheep…folds; nor is
there a spot in it where the name of the fair Leandra is not heard。
Here one curses her and calls her capricious; fickle; and immodest;
there another condemns her as frail and frivolous; this pardons and
absolves her; that spurns and reviles her; one extols her beauty;
another assails her character; and in short all abuse her; and all
adore her; and to such a pitch has this general infatuation gone
that there are some who complain of her scorn without ever having
exchanged a word with her; and even some that bewail and mourn the
raging fever of jealousy; for which she never gave anyone cause;
for; as I have already said; her misconduct was known before her
passion。 There is no nook among the rocks; no brookside; no shade
beneath the trees that is not haunted by some shepherd telling his
woes to the breezes; wherever there is an echo it repeats the name
of Leandra; the mountains ring with 〃Leandra;〃 〃Leandra〃 murmur the
brooks; and Leandra keeps us all bewildered and bewitched; hoping
without hope and fearing without knowing what we fear。 Of all this
silly set the one that shows the least and also the most sense is my
rival Anselmo; for having so many other things to complain of; he only
complains of separation; and to the accompaniment of a rebeck; which
he plays admirably; he sings his complaints in verses that show his
ingenuity。 I follow another; easier; and to my mind wiser course;
and that is to rail at the frivolity of women; at their inconstancy;
their double dealing; their broken promises; their unkept pledges; and
in short the want of reflection they show in fixing their affections
and inclinations。 This; sirs; was the reason of words and
expressions I made use of to this goat when I came up just now; for as
she is a female I have a contempt for her; though she is the best in
all my fold。 This is the story I promised to tell you; and if I have
been tedious in telling it; I will not be slow to serve you; my hut is
close by; and I have fresh milk and dainty cheese there; as well as
a variety of toothsome fruit; no less pleasing to the eye than to
the palate。

  CHAPTER LII
  OF THE QUARREL THAT DON QUIXOTE HAD WITH THE GOATHERD; TOGETHER WITH
THE RARE ADVENTURE OF THE PENITENTS; WHICH WITH AN EXPENDITURE OF
SWEAT HE BROUGHT TO A HAPPY CONCLUSION

  THE goatherd's tale gave great satisfaction to all the hearers;
and the canon especially enjoyed it; for he had remarked with
particular attention the manner in which it had been told; which was
as unlike the manner of a clownish goatherd as it was like that of a
polished city wit; and he observed that the curate had been quite
right in saying that the woods bred men of learning。 They all
offered their services to Eugenio but he who showed himself most
liberal in this way was Don Quixote; who said to him; 〃Most assuredly;
brother goatherd; if I found myself in a position to attempt any
adventure; I would; this very instant; set out on your behalf; and
would rescue Leandra from that convent (where no doubt she is kept
against her will); in spite of the abbess and all who might try to
prevent me; and would place her in your hands to deal with her
according to your will and pleasure; observing; however; the laws of
chivalry which lay down that no violence of any kind is to be
offered to any damsel。 But I trust in God our Lord that the might of
one malignant enchanter may not prove so great but that the power of
another better disposed may prove superior to it; and then I promise
you my support and assistance; as I am bound to do by my profession;
which is none other than to give aid to the weak and needy。〃
  The goatherd eyed him; and noticing Don Quixote's sorry appearance
and looks; he was filled with wonder; and asked the barber; who was
next him; 〃Senor; who is this man who makes such a figure and talks in
such a strain?〃
  〃Who should it be;〃 said the barber; 〃but the famous Don Quixote
of La Mancha; the undoer of injustice; the righter of wrongs; the
protector of damsels; the terror of giants; and the winner of
battles?〃
  〃That;〃 said the goatherd; 〃sounds like what one reads in the
books of the knights…errant; who did all that you say this man does;
though it is my belief that either you are joking; or else this
gentleman has empty lodgings in his head。〃
  〃You are a great scoundrel;〃 said Don Quixote; 〃and it is you who
are empty and a fool。 I am fuller than ever was the whoreson bitch
that bore you;〃 and passing from words to deeds; he caught up a loaf
that was near him and sent it full in the goatherd's face; with such
force that he flattened his nose; but the goatherd; who did not
understand jokes; and found himself roughly handled in such good
earnest; paying no respect to carpet; tablecloth; or diners; sprang
upon Don Quixote; and seizing him by the throat with both hands
would no doubt have throttled him; had not Sancho Panza that instant
come to the rescue; and grasping him by the shoulders flung him down
on the table; smashing plates; breaking glasses; and upsetting and
scattering everything on it。 Don Quixote; finding himself free; strove
to get on top of the goatherd; who; with his face covered with
blood; and soundly kicked by Sancho; was on all fours feeling about
for one of the table…knives to take a bloody revenge with。 The canon
and the curate; however; prevented him; but the barber so contrived it
that he got Don Quixote under him; and rained down upon him such a
shower of fisticuffs that the poor knight's face streamed with blood
as freely as his own。 The canon and the curate were bursting with
laughter; the officers were capering with delight; and both the one
and the other hissed them on as they do dogs that are worrying one
another in a fight。 Sancho alone was frantic; for he could not free
himself from the grasp of one of the canon's servants; who kept him
from going to his master's assistance。
  At last; while they were all; with the exception of the two bruisers
who were mauling each other; in high glee and enjoyment; they heard
a trumpet sound a note so doleful that it made them all look in the
direction whence the sound seemed to come。 But the one that was most
excited by hearing it was Don Quixote; who though sorely against his
will he was under the goatherd; and something more than pretty well
pummelled; said to him; 〃Brother devil (for it is impossible but
that thou must be one since thou hast had might and strength enough to
overcome mine); I ask thee to agree to a truce for but one hour for
the solemn note of yonder trumpet that falls on our ears seems to me
to summon me to some new adventure。〃 The goatherd; who was by this
time tired of pummelling and being pummelled; released him at once;
and Don Quixote rising to his feet and turning his eyes to the quarter
where the sound had been heard; suddenly saw coming down the slope
of a hill several men clad in white like penitents。
  The fact was that the clouds had that year withheld their moisture
from the earth; and in all the villages of the district they were
organising processions; rogations; and penances; imploring God to open
the hands of his mercy and send the rain; and to this end the people
of a village that was hard by were going in procession to a holy
hermitage there was on one side of that valley。 Don Quixote when he
saw the strange garb of the penitents; without reflecting 

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