By this time Don Quixote had recovered from his swoon; and in the same tone of voice in which he had called to his squire the day before when he lay stretched 'in the vale of the stakes,' he began calling to him now, 'Sancho, my friend, art thou asleep?
sleepest thou, friend Sancho? ' 'How can I sleep, curses on it! ' returned Sancho discontentedly and bitterly, 'when it is plain that all the devils have been at me this night?
' 'Thou mayest well believe that,' answered Don Quixote, 'because, either I know little, or this castle is enchanted, for thou must know—but this that I am now about to tell thee thou must swear to keep secret until after my death. ' 'I swear it,' answered Sancho.
'I say so,' continued Don Quixote, 'because I hate taking away anyone’s good name. ' 'I say,' replied Sancho, 'that I swear to hold my tongue about it till the end of your worship’s days, and God grant I may be able to let it out to-morrow.
' 'Do I do thee such injuries, Sancho,' said Don Quixote, 'that thou wouldst see me dead so soon? ' 'It is not for that,' replied Sancho, 'but because I hate keeping things long, and I don’t want them to grow rotten with me from over-keeping.
' 'At any rate,' said Don Quixote, 'I have more confidence in thy affection and good nature; and so I would have thee know that this night there befell me one of the strangest adventures that I could describe, and to relate it to thee briefly thou must know that a little while ago the daughter of the lord of this castle came to me, and that she is the most elegant and beautiful damsel that could be found in the wide world.
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