the fight, and all that's happened is the girl's gone into a nunnery, and Doña Rodríguez's gone back to Castille, and right now I'm going to Barcelona, with a sack of letters my master's sending to the governor. If you'd like a swig of the best stuff going, your grace, though it's a little warm, I've got a gourd of it right here, and I don't know how many chunks of good Tronchón cheese, which will do very nicely for whipping and waking up your thirst, if it happens to be still asleep."
"I'll take you up on the offer," said Sancho, "and never mind any more politeness, so serve out that best stuff, Tosilos, and the hell with all the enchanters in the Indies."
"In short, Sancho," said Don Quijote, "you're the worst glutton in the world and the most ignorant man on earth, since you can't understand that this mailman is enchanted, and Tosilos nothing but a fake. Stay here with him, and stuff yourself, but I'll go on, slowly, and wait for you to catch up."
The footman laughed, pulled out his gourd, took out his chunks of cheese and a small loaf of bread, and then he and Sancho sat down on the green grass and, peacefully and companionably, ate their way right to the bottom of the mailman's saddlebags, and with such gusto that they even licked the envelopes, just because they smelled of cheese. Tosilos said to Sancho:
"Your master, Sancho my friend, has got to be a lunatic."
"Why must he?" answered Sancho. "He doesn't owe anything to anybody, * and he pays for everything, and he pays even more when madness is the coin of the realm. I see it, all right, and I tell him so, but what's the use? And especially now, when he's finished off, because the Knight of the White Moon beat him."
Tosilos asked to hear the whole story, but Sancho said it would be impolite to leave his master waiting for him, and some other time, if they bumped into each other again, he'd be sure to tell Tosilos everything. So he brushed the crumbs off his coat, and the last bits of cheese out of his beard, and got up, took the little donkey by the halter rope, said goodbye to Tosilos, and went to catch up to his master, who was waiting for him in the shade of a tree.
— Don Quijote's decision to become a shepherd and live in the fields
while he waited for his promised year to pass, along with other events
both pleasant and cheering
If the thoughts running through his head had wearied Don Quijote, before he'd been tumbled off his horse, after his fall they troubled him still more. He was, as I have said, in the shade of a tree, and there, as flies go after honey, he picked and pecked around in his mind: sometimes he reflected on Dulcinea's disenchantment, and sometimes on the life he____________________