Sancho, trying to amuse his broken-jawed master on the slow road, says their mishaps are punishment for the Marquis of Mantua oath Quixote forgot: no bread off a tablecloth until he took Malandrino's helmet, or whatever the Moor is called. Quixote agrees it had escaped his memory, and adds that the blanket happened to Sancho for not reminding him in time, though there are ways of compounding for everything in the order of chivalry. Night overtakes them before any shelter, hungry because the alforjas took the entire larder. Then they see lights like stars in motion. Sancho shakes; Quixote's hair stands on end. He calls it a mighty adventure. Sancho asks where he shall find the ribs to bear another phantom.
They make out some twenty encamisados on horseback with torches, and behind them a black-covered litter followed by six mourners on mules, all muttering in a low plaintive tone. Quixote's imagination turns the litter into a slain knight reserved for him to avenge. He takes the middle of the road and demands account. One says they are in haste and the inn is far off. Quixote seizes the mule's bridle; the beast rears and flings its rider. He charges a man in mourning, and the unarmed, timid party scatters across the plain like maskers on a festival night, thinking a devil has come for the body. The first fallen man is a bachelor, Alonzo Lopez of Alcobendas, with a broken leg, accompanying a gentleman who died of a malignant fever in Baeza and whose bones are bound for Segovia. Quixote is relieved of the task of vengeance. The bachelor says from straight he has been made crooked, and that the height of misadventure was to fall in with one who goes in search of adventures.
Before departing he warns that Quixote stands excommunicated for laying violent hands on a holy thing. Quixote did not think he was assaulting priests, only phantoms, and remembers how the Cid bore himself when the Pope excommunicated him. Sancho, who has been unloading a sumpter mule of provender into his coat, names his master the Knight of the Rueful Countenance, because hunger and the lost grinders have given him the most ill-favoured face the squire ever saw. Quixote takes the title as the sage historian's gift and means to have a rueful countenance painted on his shield. Sancho says all he need do is show his own. They will not look to see whether the litter holds bones. Sancho drives the ass: the dead to the grave and the living to the loaf. In a retired valley they breakfast, dine, lunch, and sup at once on the clerics' cold meat, then find they have neither wine nor water, and Sancho, seeing the meadow full of green grass, says what will be told in the following chapter.
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Thirst after the clerics' meat drives them toward falling water and a din of chains and hammers in the dark. Sancho ties Rocinante's legs and spins a tale until dawn reveals six fulling mills, not giants.