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&ot;thou art a great philopher, sancho,&ot; said don ixote; &ot;thopeakest very sensibly; i know not who taught thee but i can tellthee there is no such thg as fortune the world, nor does anythgwhich takes place there, be it good or bad, e about by 插nce,but by the special preordation of heaven; and hence the onsayg that &039;each of is the aker of his own fortune&039; i havebeen that of e; but not with the proper aount of prudence, andy self-nfidence has therefore ade pay dearly; for i ought tohave reflected that rocante&039;s feeble strength uld not resist theighty bulk of the knight of the white oon&039;s horse a word, iventured it, i did y best, i was overthrown, but though i lost yhonour i did not lose nor can i lose the virtue of keepg y wordwhen i was a knight-errant, darg and valiant, i supported yachievents by hand and deed, and now that i a a huble sire iwill support y words by keepg the proise i have given forwardthen, sancho y friend, let go to keep the year of the novitiate our own untry, and that secsion we shall pick up fresh strengthto return to the by never-fotten callg of ars&ot;

&ot;senor,&ot; returned sancho, &ot;travellg on foot is not such a pleasantthg that it akes feel disposed or tepted to ake longarches let leave this arour hung up on tree, stead of one that has been hand; and then with on dapple&039;s back andy feet off the ground we will arran the stas as your worshippleases to asure the out; but to suppose that i a gog totrave