metamorphosed into an ass's pannel, I can give no other reason for it, but that common one, that these kind of transformations are frequent in adventures of chivalry: for confirmation of which, run, son Sancho, and fetch hither the helmet, which this honest man will needs have to be a basin.'
'In faith, sir,' quoth Sancho, 'if we have no other proof of our cause but what your worship mentions, Mambrino's helmet will prove as errant a basin, as this honest man's trappings are a packsaddle.'
'Do what I bid you,' replied Don Quixote: 'for sure all things in this castle cannot be governed by enchantment.'
Sancho went for the basin and brought it; and as soon as Don Quixote saw it, he took it in his hands and said:
'Behold, gentlemen, with what face can this squire pretend this to be a basin, and not the helmet I have mentioned? I swear by the order of knighthood, which I profess, this helmet is the very same I took from him, without addition or diminution.'
'There is no doubt of that,' quoth Sancho; 'for, from the time my master won it until now, he has fought but one battle in it, which was when he freed those unlucky galley-slaves; and had it not been for this basin-helmet, he had not then got off very well; for he had a shower of stones hurled at him in that skirmish.'
In which the dispute concerning Mambrino's helmet and the pannel is decided; with other adventures that really and truly happened.
'PRAY, gentlemen,' quoth the barber, 'what is your opinion of what these gentlefolks affirm; for they persist in it, that this is no basin but a helmet?'
'And whoever shall affirm the contrary,' said Don Quixote, 'I will make him know, if he be a knight, that he lies, and, if a squire, that he lies and lies again, a thousand times.'
Our barber, who was present all the while, and well acquainted with Don Quixote's humour, had a mind to work up his madness, and carry on the jest, to make the company laugh; and so, addressing himself to the other barber, he said: