e kind," said Don Quixote; "remember the true story of
the licentiate Torralva, that the devils carried flying through the air
riding on a stick with his eyes shut; who in twelve hours reached Rome
and dismounted at Torre di Nona, which is a street of the city, and saw
the whole sack and storming and the death of Bourbon, and was back in
Madrid the next morning, where he gave an account of all he had seen;
and he said, moreover, that as he was going through the air, the devil
bade him open his eyes, and he did so, and saw himself so near the body
of the moon, so it seemed to him, that he could have laid hold of it
with his hand, and that he did not dare to look at the earth lest he
should be seized with giddiness. So that, Sancho, it will not do for us
to uncover ourselves, for he who has us in charge will be responsible
for us; and perhaps we are gaining an altitude and mounting up to enable
us to descend at one swoop on the Kingdom of Kandy, as the saker or
falcon does on the heron, so as to seize it however high it may soar;
and though it seems to us not half an hour since we left the garden,
believe me we must have travelled a great distance."

The duke, the duchess, and all in the garden were listening to the
conversation of the two heroes, and were beyond measure amused by it;
and now, desirous of putting a finishing touch to this rare and
well-contrived adventure, they applied a light to Clavileno's tail with
some tow, and the horse, being full of squibs and crackers, immediately
blew up with a prodigious noise, and brought Don Quixote and Sancho
Panza to the ground half singed. By this time the bearded band of
duennas, the Trifaldi and all, had vanished from the garden, and those
that remained lay stretched on the ground as if in swoon. Don Quixote
and Sancho got up rather shaken, and looking about them, were filled
with amazement at finding themselves in the same garden from which they
had started, and seeing such a number of people stretched on the ground;
and their astonishment was increased when at one side of the garden they
perceived a tall lance planted in the ground, and hanging from it by
two cords of green silk, a smooth, white parchment on which there was
the following inscription in large gold letters: "The illustrious Don
Quixote of La Mancha has, by merely attempting it, finished and
concluded the adventure of the Countess Trifaldi, otherwise called the
Distressed Duenna; Malambruno is now satisfied