Don Quijote.

While Don Quijote looked through the note book, Sancho-- moved to rapture by the gold pieces he'd found, of which there were more than a hundred-- was looking through the suitcase, poking into every corner, and into the cushion, too, peering and prying, even pulling seams apart, unraveling every single thread, to make sure he had overlooked nothing and done every thing he could. And even though he found no more, he would have sworn, now, that is was worth it-- the blanket-tossing, the vomiting up his master's balm, the blessings pounded into him by cudgels, the mule drivers; punches, the loss of his saddlebags, his stolen overcoat and all the hunger, thirst, and weariness he;d experienced in his grace Don Quijote service. It all seamed to him more than sufficiently repaid, now that he;d been rewarded with this treasure.




That seams like a lot to go through for a hundred gold peaces one might ask? Now days that would be like finding a thousand dollars in twenties, laying on the ground. Sancho in the rest of the story, did his best to keep that money. He did not want to part with it. Lucky for him so far he has not had to do anything with it. He also really wanted to make sure he did not miss any thing else that could of been in that suitcase. I can't say I blame him thought if you went through what he did.

Don Quijote.

''What the devil kind of revenge are we going to take?" answered Sancho, "when there are more than twenty of them, and no more than two of us-- and ma by we're only one and a half?''
"I'm worth a hundred,'' replied Don Quijote.
And without any more talk, he took hold of his sword and attacked the mule drivers, and Sancho Panza joined him, led on and excited by his master's example. And to start with, Don Quijote gave one of them such a stroke that he sliced open a leather coat the fellow was wearing, and a good part of his shoulder, too.
But the mule drivers, seeing they were being abused by only two men, while they themselves were far more numerous, took up there cudgels and, surrounding Don Quijote and Sancho, began to whack away at them, eagerly and passionately. The second blow, truth to tell, laid Sancho on the ground, and then the same thing happened to his master, all of Don Quijote skill and courage proving worthless.





Wow the man really is crazy. And aperantly not worth a hundred. Maby not worth one, OK one since he got one.I also thought his friend ''Sancho was a wimp, a loser and a idiot. But then I realized he was not waring armor. And being hit with a cudgel (a thick stick) would heart. Especially if the only thing you had on was clothes. I also like the way the writer words some sentences. Like in stead of saying '' to tell the truth'' he said ''truth to tell''.

Captain from castile

''Holy saint peter,'' he smiled to him self on the way home, ''there are my three deeds! I've befriended a pagan heretic, saved the virtue of a barmaid, and given comfort to a murder. If this was thy will, hold me excused, for I am only a fool.''

Those do not sound like the most Nobel three deeds to me. Most people try to make there deeds saving some one important, like saving a king. Or making a name for themselves. How he befriended a ''heretic'' is by giving a run away slave money to get back to his home. He rescued a barmaid from men try to murder her. And he comforted a man who 16 years earlier got drunk and killed a man.