or
either I know little of adventures, or what I observe yonder is one that
will, and does, call upon me to arm myself."

He of the green gaban,[448-1] hearing this, looked in all directions,
but could perceive nothing except a cart coming towards them with two or
three small flags, which led him to conclude it must be carrying
treasure of the King's, and he said so to Don Quixote. He, however,
would not believe him, being always persuaded and convinced that all
that happened to him must be adventures and still more adventures; so he
replied to the gentleman, "He who is prepared has his battle half
fought; nothing is lost by my preparing myself, for I know by experience
that I have enemies, visible and invisible, and I know not when or
where, or at what moment, or in what shapes they will attack me;" and
turning to Sancho he called for his helmet; and Sancho, as he had no
time to take out the curds, had to give it as it was.

Don Quixote took it, and without perceiving what was in it, thrust it
down in hot haste upon his head; but as the curds were pressed and
squeezed the whey began to run all over his face and beard, whereat he
was so startled that he cried out to Sancho, "Sancho, what's this? I
think my head is softening, or my brains are melting, or I am sweating
from head to foot! If I am sweating it is not indeed from fear. I am
convinced beyond a doubt that the adventure which is about to befall me
is a terrible one. Give me something to wipe myself with, if thou hast
it, for this profuse sweat is blinding me."

Sancho held his tongue, and gave him a cloth, and gave thanks to God at
the same time that his master had not found out what was the matter. Don
Quixote then wiped himself, and took off his helmet to see what it was
that made his head feel so cool, and seeing all that white mash inside
his helmet, he put it to his nose, and as soon as he had smelled it he
exclaimed, "By the life of my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, but it is curds
thou has put here, thou treacherous, impudent, ill-mannered squire!"

To which, with great composure and pretended innocence, Sancho replied,
"If they are curds let me have them, your worship, and I'll eat them;
but let the devil eat them, for it must have been he who put them there.
I dare to dirty your worship's helmet! You have guessed the offender
finely! Faith, sir, by the light God gives me, it seems I must have
enchanters too, that persecute me as a creature and limb of you