they could not manage without eating and doing all those other natural things — since, really, they were simply men, just as we are — at the same time we need to understand that, spending most of their lives in the woods and fields, without a cook, their most usual meal would have to be simple rustic food, exactly like what you just offered me. Thus, Sancho my friend, don't be displeased by what pleases me. Don't try to make the world all over again, or to change knight errantry."
"I beg your pardon, your grace," said Sancho, "but since I don't know how to read or write, as I've already told you, I've never learned or even thought about the rules of knighthood. From now on I'll make sure there are all sorts of dried fruits in my saddlebags, just for your grace and because you're a knight, and what I'll stock up on for myself, since I'm not one of your profession, is chickens and more solid food like that."
"I haven't told you, Sancho," said Don Quijote, "that knights errant are absolutely obliged to eat only these fruits of which you speak, but simply that such would have to constitute most of their usual meals, augmented by whatever herbs they could find in the fields, about which they were well informed and as to which I too have some learning."
"Knowing about herbs," replied Sancho, "is a good thing, and I wouldn't be surprised if, some day, we'll have use of that knowledge."
At which point he produced what, as he'd said, was still in his saddlebags, and the pair ate their lean, dry meal peacefully and companionably. But since they much wanted to find their night's lodging, they didn't take very long about it. They quickly remounted and hurried to locate an inhabited spot before nightfall, but the sun went down, taking with it their hope of getting what they wanted, just as they arrived at some miserable goatherds' huts, and so they made up their minds to stop there. And it was as upsetting to Sancho, not getting to a town or a village, as it was pleasant to his master to sleep under the open sky, for every time this happened to him he thought himself more and more conclusively a true knight.
— what happened between Don Quijote and the goatherds
The goatherds agreed most cheerfully to put him up for the night. After Sancho had taken care of Rocinante and the donkey (as well as under the circumstances he was able), he was drawn by the fragrance given off by certain pieces of salted goat flesh, boiling away in a big pot on the fire. He would have liked to determine, then and there, if they were ready to be transferred from pot to stomach, but didn't, because just then the goatherds took them off the fire and, spreading some sheepskins on the ground, quickly set up their rustic table and, with great good will, invited both master and servant to share their food with them. Six of them, who were in charge of that flock, sat down on the sheepskins, not without first inviting Don Quijote, in their best country manners, to take a seat on a small wooden feeding trough, which they turned upside down for him. Don Quijote took