Don Quixote

by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Supper-time came, and they repaired to their room, and Sancho asked the landlord what he had to give them for supper. To this the landlord replied that his mouth should be the measure; he had only to ask what he would; for that inn was provided with the birds of the air and the fowls of the earth and the fish of the sea. “There’s no need of all that,” said Sancho; “if they’ll roast us a couple of chickens we’ll be satisfied, for my master is delicate and eats little, and I’m not over and above gluttonous.” The landlord replied he had no chickens, for the kites had stolen them. “Well then,” said Sancho, “let senor landlord tell them to roast a pullet, so that it is a tender one.” “Pullet! My father!” said the landlord; “indeed and in truth it’s only yesterday I sent over fifty to the city to sell; but saving pullets ask what you will.” “In that case,” said Sancho, “you will not be without veal or kid.” “Just now,” said the landlord, “there’s none in the house, for it’s all finished; but next week there will he enough and to spare.” “Much good that does us,” said Sancho; “I’ll lay a bet that all these short-comings are going to wind up in plenty of bacon and eggs.” “By God,” said the landlord, “my guest’s wits must he precious dull; I tell him I have neither pullets nor hens, and he wants me to have eggs! Talk of other dainties, if you please, and don’t ask for hens again.” “Body o’ me!” said Sancho, “let’s settle the matter; say at once what you have got, and let us have no...