Aslightbreezeatthismomentsprangup, andthegreatsailsbegantomove, seeingwhichDonQuixoteexclaimed, "ThoughyeflourishmorearmsthanthegiantBriareus, yehavetoreckonwithme."
Sosaying, andcommendinghimselfwithallhishearttohisladyDulcinea, imploringhertosupporthiminsuchaperil, withlanceinrestandcoveredbyhisbuckler, hechargedatRocinante'sfullestgallopandfelluponthefirstmillthatstoodinfrontofhim; butashedrovehislance-pointintothesailthewindwhirleditroundwithsuchforcethatitshiveredthelancetopieces, sweepingwithithorseandrider, whowentrollingoverontheplain, , andwhenhecameupfoundhimunabletomove, withsuchashockhadRocinantefallenwithhim.
"Godblessme!" saidSancho, "didInottellyourworshiptomindwhatyouwereabout, fortheywereonlywindmills? andnoonecouldhavemadeanymistakeaboutitbutonewhohadsomethingofthesamekindinhishead."
"Hush, friendSancho," repliedDonQuixote, "thefortunesofwarmorethananyotherareliabletofrequentfluctuations; andmoreoverIthink, anditisthetruth, thatthatsamesageFristonwhocarriedoffmystudyandbooks, hasturnedthesegiantsintomillsinordertorobmeofthegloryofvanquishingthem, suchistheenmityhebearsme; butintheendhiswickedartswillavailbutlittleagainstmygoodsword."
