Stories from Don Quixote . h intercession ? Be still, I say,and offend not mine ears by thy cowardly whimpering. It is hard, replied Sancho, complainingly, that I cantask for a Pater Noster or so, when I am stuck up here,like a thief in the pillory ; but go on, master—I am mute. The fatal moment being now arrived, Don Quixote feltfor the peg, and turned it; and hardly had he done so,when all who were looking on cried in a loud voice: They are off!—See, there goes Clavilefio, cleaving theair like an arrow !—Heaven guide thee, gallant knight!—Hold fast, Sancho, for if thou fallest, it will be wo
Stories from Don Quixote . h intercession ? Be still, I say,and offend not mine ears by thy cowardly whimpering. It is hard, replied Sancho, complainingly, that I cantask for a Pater Noster or so, when I am stuck up here,like a thief in the pillory ; but go on, master—I am mute. The fatal moment being now arrived, Don Quixote feltfor the peg, and turned it; and hardly had he done so,when all who were looking on cried in a loud voice: They are off!—See, there goes Clavilefio, cleaving theair like an arrow !—Heaven guide thee, gallant knight!—Hold fast, Sancho, for if thou fallest, it will be worse forthee than for that rash youth x who aspired to drive theSun-gods chariot. When Sancho heard this, he flung his arms round DonQuixote, and clung to him for dear life. Yet he wonderedto hear the voices so plainly, and asked the knight howthis was possible, now that they were high up in the air? That is easily explained, said Don Quixote, we havenow soared beyond the material barriers of Nature, and 1 Don Quixote the Guest of a Duke 199 our senses are so exalted that we can see and hear thingsa thousand leagues away—But dont hug me so hard, orthou wilt throw me off. I know not what thou hast todread, for never in all my life have I had so easy a mount:we might be standing stock-still. Courage, comrade, forwe have a fair voyage, and the wind a-poop. In truth/observed Sancho, there is a strong breeze, as if a dozenpair of bellows were playing on us. And such, indeed, was the fact; for the Dukes servantshad brought several large pairs of bellows, which they wereplying lustily. The breeze continuing, Don Quixote said: Doubtless, Sancho, we have now reached the second beltof the earths atmosphere, the native region of hail andsnow ; and at the pace we are going, we shall soon passinto the zone of fire, which may prove too hot for us. Oh! Oh! cried Sancho, in a voice of alarm, weare there already, and my beard is getting singed. The warmth which Sancho felt c
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