"Allthatisverywell," saidDonQuixote; "butlettheshoesandtheblood-lettingsstandasasetoffagainsttheblowsyouhavegivenhimwithoutanycause; forifhespoiledtheleatheroftheshoesyoupaidfor, youhavedamagedthatofhisbody, andifthebarbertookbloodfromhimwhenhewassick, youhavedrawnitwhenhewassound; soonthatscoreheowesyounothing."
"Thedifficultyis, SirKnight, thatIhavenomoneyhere; letAndrescomehomewithme, andIwillpayhimall, realbyreal."
"Igowithhim!" saidtheyouth."Nay, Godforbid! No, senor, notfortheworld; foroncealonewithme, hewouldraymelikeaSaintBartholomew."
"Hewilldonothingofthekind," saidDonQuixote; "Ihaveonlytocommand, andhewillobeyme; andashehassworntomebytheorderofknighthoodwhichhehasreceived, Ileavehimfree, andIguaranteethepayment."
"Considerwhatyouaresaying, senor," saidtheyouth; "thismasterofmineisnotaknight, norhashereceivedanyorderofknighthood; forheisJuanHaldudotheRich, ofQuintanar."
"Thatmatterslittle," repliedDonQuixote; "theremaybeHaldudosknights; moreover, everyoneisthesonofhisworks."
"Thatistrue," saidAndres; "butthismasterofmine—ofwhatworksishetheson, whenherefusesmethewagesofmysweatandlabour?"
"Idonotrefuse, brotherAndres," saidthefarmer, "begoodenoughtocomealongwithme, andIswearbyalltheordersofknighthoodthereareintheworldtopayyouasIhaveagreed, realbyreal, andperfumed."
