Atthismomentitsohappenedthataswineherdwhowasgoingthroughthestubblescollectingadroveofpigs (for, withoutanyapology, thatiswhattheyarecalled) gaveablastofhishorntobringthemtogether, andforthwithitseemedtoDonQuixotetobewhathewasexpecting, thesignalofsomedwarfannouncinghisarrival; andsowithprodigioussatisfactionherodeuptotheinnandtotheladies, who, seeingamanofthissortapproachinginfullarmourandwithlanceandbuckler, wereturningindismayintotheinn, whenDonQuixote, guessingtheirfearbytheirflight, raisinghispasteboardvisor, disclosedhisdrydustyvisage, andwithcourteousbearingandgentlevoiceaddressedthem, "Yourladyshipsneednotflyorfearanyrudeness, forthatitbelongsnottotheorderofknighthoodwhichIprofesstooffertoanyone, muchlesstohighbornmaidensasyourappearanceproclaimsyoutobe." Thegirlswerelookingathimandstrainingtheireyestomakeoutthefeatureswhichtheclumsyvisorobscured, butwhentheyheardthemselvescalledmaidens, athingsomuchoutoftheirline, theycouldnotrestraintheirlaughter, whichmadeDonQuixotewaxindignant, andsay, "Modestybecomesthefair, andmoreoverlaughterthathaslittlecauseisgreatsilliness; this, however, Isaynottopainorangeryou, formydesireisnoneotherthantoserveyou."
