Stories from Don Quixote . nter. On the way his companion pro-posed that while their masters were fighting, he and Sanchoshould have a friendly duel on their own account. Thatwill never do, replied Sancho, whose peaceful and charit-able temper was outraged by the suggestion. It is againstall the laws of chivalry for squires to hack each other topieces—besides, I have no sword. Never mind that,said his friend ; I have a couple of linen-bags with me,and we will fill them with pebbles and pommel each otherwith them—it will be rare sport. Rare indeed ! rejoined Sancho. A most elegantpastime, to ha
Stories from Don Quixote . nter. On the way his companion pro-posed that while their masters were fighting, he and Sanchoshould have a friendly duel on their own account. Thatwill never do, replied Sancho, whose peaceful and charit-able temper was outraged by the suggestion. It is againstall the laws of chivalry for squires to hack each other topieces—besides, I have no sword. Never mind that,said his friend ; I have a couple of linen-bags with me,and we will fill them with pebbles and pommel each otherwith them—it will be rare sport. Rare indeed ! rejoined Sancho. A most elegantpastime, to hammer each other to a jelly, like an apothe-cary compounding his drugs. Nevertheless, fight wemust, said he of the mirrors, if only for half an Fight I will not, answered Sancho. Why the mischiefshould I fall to blows with him whose bread I have eaten ?It would be foul ingratitude. To relieve your scruples,said the other, I will wipe out the debt with a kick ortwo, and then you can fight with a clear conscience/. The growing light disclosed to him an object of terror 150 The Knight of the Mirrors 151 Kick me, will you ? exclaimed Sancho, who was not sopigeon-livered as to receive such a proposal meekly. Youllfind yourself kicking your heels in the other world if youtry such pranks on me. Keep the peace, I say, or Illwrite pax on your crown with the thick end of a cudgel. Their brawl was interrupted by a sudden burst of songfrom a multitude of birds, who seemed with their sweetand various notes to be saluting the fair goddess of dawn,now showing her lovely face in the portals of the east, andshaking from her tresses a copious shower of liquid pearlsto refresh the awakening flowers ; the willows droppedsweet manna, the springs laughed, the brooks murmured,the woods rejoiced, and the fields were touched with splen-dour by her advent. But the growing light, which was filling all the worldwith gladness, brought far different feelings to the valiantbreast of Sancho, disclo
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