As they jogged on, “I beseech your worship, Sir Knight-errant,” quoth Sancho to his master, “be sure you don’t forget what you promised me about the island; for I dare say I shall make shift to govern it, let it be never so big.”—­“You must know, friend Sancho,” replied Don Quixote, “that it has been the constant practice of knights-errant in former ages to make their squires governors of the islands or kingdoms they conquered.  Now I am not only resolved to keep up that laudable custom, but even to improve it, and outdo my predecessors in generosity; for whereas sometimes, or rather most commonly, other knights delayed rewarding their squires till they were grown old, and worn out with services, bad days, worse nights, and all manner of hard duty, and then put them off with some title, either of count, or at least marquis of some valley or province, of great or small extent; now, if thou and I do but live, it may happen that before we have passed six days together I may conquer some kingdom, having many other kingdoms annexed to its imperial crown; and this would fall out most luckily for thee; for then would I presently crown thee king of one of them.  Nor do thou imagine this to be a mighty matter; for so strange accidents and revolutions, so sudden and so unforeseen, attend the profession of chivalry, that I might easily give thee a great deal more than I have promised.”—­“Why, should this come to pass,” quoth Sancho Panza, “and I be made a king by some such miracle, as your worship says, then Joan Gutierez (my mis’ess) would be at least a queen, and my children infantas.”—­“Who doubts of that?” cried Don Quixote.  “I doubt of it,” replied Sancho Panza; “for I cannot help believing, that though it should rain kingdoms down upon the face of the earth, not one of them would sit well upon Mary Gutierez’s head; for I must needs tell you, she’s not worth two brass jacks to make a queen of:  no, countess would be better for her, an’t please you; and that too, God help her, will be as much as she can handsomely manage.”—­“Recommend the matter to Providence,” returned Don Quixote, “’twill be sure to give what is most expedient for thee; but yet disdain to entertain inferior thoughts, and be not tempted to accept less than the dignity of a viceroy.”—­“No more I won’t, sir,” quoth Sancho, “especially since I have so rare a master as your worship, who will take care to give me whatever may be fit for me, and what I may be able to deal with.”

As they were thus discoursing, they discovered some thirty or forty windmills that are in that plain; and as soon as the knight had spied them, “Fortune,” cried he, “directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished:  look yonder, friend Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants, whom I intend to encounter; and having deprived them of life, we will begin to enrich ourselves with their spoils; for they are lawful prize; and the extirpation of that cursed brood will be an acceptable service