ly confessed to everything, including his belief
in the true identity of his conqueror. He felt an urgent need for
medicine and plaster, and he and his squire departed quickly to seek
such aid in the nearest village, while Don Quixote and Sancho took the
road which lead to Saragossa.

CHAPTER XV

WHEREIN IT IS MADE KNOWN HOW THE KNIGHT OF THE MIRROR AND
HIS SQUIRE EMERGED FROM THEIR ADVENTURE

As Don Quixote was bumping along on his lean Rocinante, he was
dreaming of the return of the Knight of the Mirrors, who would bring
him word about his beloved one. He was anxious to know whether she was
still enchanted. Then he thought of the great victory he had won over
this bold knight, and it was perhaps only pardonable if it aroused
some conceit in his breast.

But while Don Quixote was contemplating thus, the bachelor-knight kept
bemoaning the fate he had brought upon himself. He had dubbed himself
Knight at his own instigation, for the kindly and unselfish purpose of
unseating and vanquishing Don Quixote in battle, thinking, of course,
that that would be an easy matter to accomplish. It was for good
reasons he had proposed that the vanquished one should place himself
at the disposal of the victor. The bachelor, the curate, and the
barber had conferred after Don Quixote's departure as to what to do,
and when the bachelor Samson offered to go crusading and to bring back
Don Quixote, the two gossips were pleased beyond words. A neighbor of
Sancho's, Tom Cecial by name, was induced to become the squire of the
knight Samson.

Both knight and squire were now contemplating in a sorry mood the
disastrous outcome of their encounter with the Knight of the Rueful
Countenance. As they were staggering along on their decrepit mounts,
the squire summed up the thoughts of his master Samson in this
question: "I'd like to know now which is the madder, he who is so
because he can not help it, or he who is so of his own choice?"

While the learned bachelor was thoroughly in accord with the good
reason for asking such a question, he could not at the same time help
acknowledging the fact that the thrashing he had received was paining
him. The desire he had had when he started out looking for Don
Quixote--to bring him back to his home and his wits--was now changed
into a wild inner cry for revenge.

At last some of the physical agony of the Knight of the Mirrors was
stilled by a quack, whom they found in a town along the road. To