or,
which had been lying neglected for generations and was now covered with
mould and eaten with rust. He cleaned the pieces and repaired them as
well as he could; and observing that the helmet was a simple morion,
wanting a protection for the face, he made a vizor of pasteboard to
supply the defect. Then, wishing to prove the strength of his vizor, he
drew his sword and with one stroke destroyed what had cost him the labor
of a week. He was considerably shocked by the ease with which he had
demolished his handiwork; but having made a second vizor and
strengthened it with bars of iron, he did not choose to try any further
experiments, but accepted the helmet, thus fortified, as the finest
headpiece in the world.

Then he paid a visit to his old horse, and though the poor beast was a
mere living skeleton, broken-winded and with his feet full of
sandcracks, to his master's eyes he seemed a nobler steed than
Bucephalus, or Bavieca, the famous charger of the Cid. It was evident
that such a noble steed, who was to carry a warrior so famous, must have
a name by which all the world might know him; and accordingly, after
deliberating for four days and passing in review a multitude of titles,
he determined to call the beast Rozinante.

Having settled this weighty question, he next began to consider what
name he should assume himself, being by no means satisfied with that
which he had received from his father. Eight days were passed in
debating a matter so important to himself and to posterity, and at the
end of that time he resolved to call himself Don Quixote. But,
remembering that Amadis, not contented with his simple name, had taken
the additional title of Amadis of Gaul, he determined, in imitation of
that illustrious hero, his model and teacher in all things, to style
himself Don Quixote de La Mancha, and thereby confer immortal honor on
the land of his birth.

Nothing now remained but to choose a lady to be the mistress of his
affections and the load-star of his life; for, as he wisely reflected, a
knight-errant without a lady-love was like a tree without fruit or a
body without a soul. "If," he said to himself, "I should encounter some
giant, as commonly happens to knights-errant, and cut him in twain or
otherwise vanquish him and make him my prisoner, will it not be well to
have some lady to whom I may send him as a gift, so that he may enter
the presence of my sweet mistress and bow the knee before her, saying in
a