Part 30 (1/2)
”Then you would console them if it was for you they wept, young lady?”
said Dorothea.
”I don't know what I should do,” said the girl; ”I only know that there are some of those ladies so cruel that they call their knights tigers and lions and a thousand other foul names: and Jesus! I don't know what sort of folk they can be, so unfeeling and heartless, that rather than bestow a glance upon a worthy man they leave him to die or go mad. I don't know what is the good of such prudery; if it is for honour's sake, why not marry them? That's all they want.”
”Hush, child,” said the landlady; ”it seems to me thou knowest a great deal about these things, and it is not fit for girls to know or talk so much.”
”As the gentleman asked me, I could not help answering him,” said the girl.
”Well then,” said the curate, ”bring me these books, senor landlord, for I should like to see them.”
”With all my heart,” said he, and going into his own room he brought out an old valise secured with a little chain, on opening which the curate found in it three large books and some ma.n.u.scripts written in a very good hand. The first that he opened he found to be ”Don Cirongilio of Thrace,”
and the second ”Don Felixmarte of Hircania,” and the other the ”History of the Great Captain Gonzalo Hernandez de Cordova, with the Life of Diego Garcia de Paredes.”
When the curate read the two first t.i.tles he looked over at the barber and said, ”We want my friend's housekeeper and niece here now.”
”Nay,” said the barber, ”I can do just as well to carry them to the yard or to the hearth, and there is a very good fire there.”
”What! your wors.h.i.+p would burn my books!” said the landlord.
”Only these two,” said the curate, ”Don Cirongilio, and Felixmarte.”
”Are my books, then, heretics or phlegmaties that you want to burn them?”
said the landlord.
”Schismatics you mean, friend,” said the barber, ”not phlegmatics.”
”That's it,” said the landlord; ”but if you want to burn any, let it be that about the Great Captain and that Diego Garcia; for I would rather have a child of mine burnt than either of the others.”
”Brother,” said the curate, ”those two books are made up of lies, and are full of folly and nonsense; but this of the Great Captain is a true history, and contains the deeds of Gonzalo Hernandez of Cordova, who by his many and great achievements earned the t.i.tle all over the world of the Great Captain, a famous and ill.u.s.trious name, and deserved by him alone; and this Diego Garcia de Paredes was a distinguished knight of the city of Trujillo in Estremadura, a most gallant soldier, and of such bodily strength that with one finger he stopped a mill-wheel in full motion; and posted with a two-handed sword at the foot of a bridge he kept the whole of an immense army from pa.s.sing over it, and achieved such other exploits that if, instead of his relating them himself with the modesty of a knight and of one writing his own history, some free and unbia.s.sed writer had recorded them, they would have thrown into the shade all the deeds of the Hectors, Achilleses, and Rolands.”
”Tell that to my father,” said the landlord. ”There's a thing to be astonished at! Stopping a mill-wheel! By G.o.d your wors.h.i.+p should read what I have read of Felixmarte of Hircania, how with one single backstroke he cleft five giants asunder through the middle as if they had been made of bean-pods like the little friars the children make; and another time he attacked a very great and powerful army, in which there were more than a million six hundred thousand soldiers, all armed from head to foot, and he routed them all as if they had been flocks of sheep.
”And then, what do you say to the good Cirongilio of Thrace, that was so stout and bold; as may be seen in the book, where it is related that as he was sailing along a river there came up out of the midst of the water against him a fiery serpent, and he, as soon as he saw it, flung himself upon it and got astride of its scaly shoulders, and squeezed its throat with both hands with such force that the serpent, finding he was throttling it, had nothing for it but to let itself sink to the bottom of the river, carrying with it the knight who would not let go his hold; and when they got down there he found himself among palaces and gardens so pretty that it was a wonder to see; and then the serpent changed itself into an old ancient man, who told him such things as were never heard.
Hold your peace, senor; for if you were to hear this you would go mad with delight. A couple of figs for your Great Captain and your Diego Garcia!”
Hearing this Dorothea said in a whisper to Cardenio, ”Our landlord is almost fit to play a second part to Don Quixote.”
”I think so,” said Cardenio, ”for, as he shows, he accepts it as a certainty that everything those books relate took place exactly as it is written down; and the barefooted friars themselves would not persuade him to the contrary.”
”But consider, brother,” said the curate once more, ”there never was any Felixmarte of Hircania in the world, nor any Cirongilio of Thrace, or any of the other knights of the same sort, that the books of chivalry talk of; the whole thing is the fabrication and invention of idle wits, devised by them for the purpose you describe of beguiling the time, as your reapers do when they read; for I swear to you in all seriousness there never were any such knights in the world, and no such exploits or nonsense ever happened anywhere.”
”Try that bone on another dog,” said the landlord; ”as if I did not know how many make five, and where my shoe pinches me; don't think to feed me with pap, for by G.o.d I am no fool. It is a good joke for your wors.h.i.+p to try and persuade me that everything these good books say is nonsense and lies, and they printed by the license of the Lords of the Royal Council, as if they were people who would allow such a lot of lies to be printed all together, and so many battles and enchantments that they take away one's senses.”
”I have told you, friend,” said the curate, ”that this is done to divert our idle thoughts; and as in well-ordered states games of chess, fives, and billiards are allowed for the diversion of those who do not care, or are not obliged, or are unable to work, so books of this kind are allowed to be printed, on the supposition that, what indeed is the truth, there can be n.o.body so ignorant as to take any of them for true stories; and if it were permitted me now, and the present company desired it, I could say something about the qualities books of chivalry should possess to be good ones, that would be to the advantage and even to the taste of some; but I hope the time will come when I can communicate my ideas to some one who may be able to mend matters; and in the meantime, senor landlord, believe what I have said, and take your books, and make up your mind about their truth or falsehood, and much good may they do you; and G.o.d grant you may not fall lame of the same foot your guest Don Quixote halts on.”
”No fear of that,” returned the landlord; ”I shall not be so mad as to make a knight-errant of myself; for I see well enough that things are not now as they used to be in those days, when they say those famous knights roamed about the world.”