Meanwhileoneofthecarrierswhowereintheinnthoughtfittowaterhisteam, anditwasnecessarytoremoveDonQuixote'sarmourasitlayonthetrough; butheseeingtheotherapproachhailedhiminaloudvoice, "Othou, whoeverthouart, rashknightthatcomesttolayhandsonthearmourofthemostvalorouserrantthatevergirtonsword, haveacarewhatthoudost; touchitnotunlessthouwouldstlaydownthylifeasthepenaltyofthyrashness." Thecarriergavenoheedtothesewords (andhewouldhavedonebettertoheedthemifhehadbeenheedfulofhishealth), , DonQuixoteraisedhiseyestoheaven, andfixinghisthoughts, apparently, uponhisladyDulcinea, exclaimed, "Aidme, ladymine, inthisthefirstencounterthatpresentsitselftothisbreastwhichthouholdestinsubjection; letnotthyfavourandprotectionfailmeinthisfirstjeopardy;" and, withthesewordsandotherstothesamepurpose, droppinghisbucklerheliftedhislancewithbothhandsandwithitsmotesuchablowonthecarrier'sheadthathestretchedhimontheground, , hepickeduphisarmourandreturnedtohisbeatwiththesameserenityasbefore.
