The year is
1618, just two short years since the death of Miguel de Cervantes, easily my
favorite author. His most famous work was the story of Don Quixote, a crazy man
that thought himself to be a knight and rode around on horse back living out
his fantasies. As you read I’m sure you wonder to yourself why I am telling you
this. The answer is quite simple, I found in my travels the diary of the
innkeeper that “knighted” Don Quixote and allowed him to stay at his inn for a
brief period of time in the first days of his adventures.
Before I
begin to tell you of the stories found in the diary, I first must say that I
believe that I am the first man other than the innkeeper himself to lay eyes on
the diary. Among my many travels, I need not tell you my work because I do not
want to distract from the story, I came across an inn one night and decided to
rest there. As I arrived I sat down for supper and I overheard a group of
workers at the far end of the room. They told tales of the travelers they had
encountered at the inn and stories of the myths of travelers many years ago,
perhaps before any of them worked at the inn. Curiously, I moved closer to hear
and eventually I joined in the conversation discussing the many men I have
encountered in my day. The night went on and it was getting late, one of the
workers asked me if I had a room to spend the night in. After quickly realizing
that I had spent the whole evening sharing stories with the workers I told him
I did not. Unfortunately while I was wasting away the evening all of the rooms
of the inn became filled. Luckily for me though since I had befriended some of
the workers they told me I could stay in the innkeeper’s room since he had
fallen ill and had not been to the inn in a long time. At first I said that I
could not intrude like that but they insisted I stay since it was so late. So I
accepted their offer and stayed the night in the innkeeper’s room. Before I
laid down to sleep I noticed a bookshelf along the far wall of the room and I
went over hoping to get a bit of reading done before I slept. Now I noticed a
diary the man kept and knew it to be rude if I were to read from it. Then after
a few moments I began to think of the stories the workers told and I thought
that there was sure to be a few great stories in this man’s diary, so
inappropriate as it may be, I began to read. I finally came across a story that
seemed a bit familiar, after I read a bit more I realized that it was the story
of Don Quixote’s brief stay at the inn, the room I was staying in belongs to
the man from the story of Don Quixote. I finished reading and then tore the
pages out so that one day I may share them and fans of Don Quixote, and they
could read just a bit more and enjoy the story from a different view. Now mind
you that from this point forward I will be speaking directly from the diary as
written by the innkeeper, the words are his, not my own.
I must say
that for as many years as I have run this inn I have met some characters, but
none quite as odd as the man who stayed here briefly last night. He called
himself Don Quixote de la Mancha, and rode an old, weary looking horse, wore
old, dingy looking armor, and carried a lance that looked no more useful than
the armor if he were to get into battle.
At first he
was entertaining, claiming my inn to be castle, as if this dump could ever be
confused with a castle. He charmed the girls at the entrance and they helped
him to eat and drink since he could not get his homemade helmet off without
disassembling it. We all shared a good laugh and thought he was a charming man.
He seemed to be a bit old which may explain where his charm came from, but then
also the source of his insanity as well. After a few hours of watching him be
fed and helped to drink through a cane I had fashioned simply for my own
amusement, I hoped he would go to sleep and leave in the morning, but much to
my dismay, the festivities of the night caused by Don Quixote were just getting
started.
Just as I
was about to lay down for the night and write in here of the stories of this
man which were still so fresh in my mind that I could not wait to get them on
paper and read the accounts for years to come, the man approached me with an
odd request. Keeping in mind that he called the inn a castle, I was still a bit
shocked when he referred to me as a knight. He confessed that he had not yet
been knighted and requested that I knight him so he may begin his travels in
the morning. It was at this point that the same thoughts of stories which not
long ago had brought me much excitement to write became feelings of pity. I now
felt bad for the man as I realized that he was not simply putting on an act, he
believed he was a knight. Out of sorrow I agreed to knight him, which I hoped
would bring him some happiness but I told him to wait until the morning in
hopes that he would realize how ridiculous this all was and would wake up to
his senses and ride home, giving up his idea of being a knight. Once again much
to my own dismay he agreed and asked for a Chapel in which he could keep the
vigil of arms. Again I was filled with pity and sadness that my plan of telling
him to go to sleep would not happen, so I furthered my lying and told him that
the Chapel was torn down for remodeling but that he could keep his vigil at the
far end of the inn. He agreed and was off to keep vigil, and all the while I
was thinking to myself that I had made a mistake I should have sent him away
for his own good.
As the
night went on I continually checked on him to see if he had come to his senses
yet, but he had not, he was keeping vigil all night by himself. Others gathered
to watch, laughing at him, I laughed alongside but could not help but pity this
man. Finally after a few hours, one of the muleteers at the inn attempted to
get to the feeding trough, but to do so he had to remove the armor Don Quixote
had left there for the vigil. I did not see the incident occur, but I hear that
the muleteer was brutally knocked out by Don Quixote. I know knew that I must
do something about this man. I finally decided that the only way to rid of him
was to tell him I knighted him and let him be on his way. As I was on my way
over I saw another muleteer attempt to move the armor, Don Quixote attacked
this muleteer more viciously and actually killed the poor man. At this I became
enraged, but fearing the same fate as the muleteers, I calmly approached Don
Quixote, apologized for the muleteers’ behavior, and told him I would knight
him there. So I made up some lines that sounded good enough since I have never
actually seen a man be knighted before and told Don Quixote he was now a
knight. I told him to go back home and retrieve more money and clothes, since a
knight should always have both with him. I had hoped that he would listen, go
home and his family would find him and talk him out of his insane fantasy of
being a knight. At that he rode off in the morning and all I could do was hope
that he never return and that he stay home where he belonged and not pursue his
dreams of knighthood.
Now I have
met many men and some almost as odd as Don Quixote, but never quite the same.
Don Quixote was charming yet annoying, good-hearted yet killed a man, I could
not quite figure out how to deal with him. Nevertheless, he is gone now and I
thought it important to record the story here since it is one of the strangest
things I have ever been a part of. Hopefully I will never have to deal with
this kind of man again, I am getting old and I am tired of meeting men like
this at my inn.
So that
ladies and gentlemen, is the story of Don Quixote’s stay at the inn in the
words of the innkeeper himself. Regrettably, I do not know the fate of the
innkeeper, but I knew the story was important so I wanted to share it with you
since the innkeeper has clearly never read the rest of the story of Don
Quixote, or else he would have known about the rest of his travels. I believe I
did the right thing by taking the story from his diary because I can only hope
that had the innkeeper heard of the rest of the story, he would have shared his
story with the world as well
Interesting choice of character. It is hard to tell if the Innkeeper admires Don Quixote or just pities him. Your descriptions were great and really helped me picture Don Quixote in my mind. Overall great job!
ReplyDeleteI actually do think the innkeeper is very sympathetic to Don Quixote in Cervantes' work, and I think you capture this well. This is a great take on Don Quixote, because it does show very clearly how one of the people he encountered probably did indeed recognize the "code" the knight was following, and therefore knew how to play along. What makes this particularly pleasing, Jake, is that you have that "double narrator" thing going on; as in book two of Don Quixote, the narrator has to find another book, and so too do you. Nice touch, that shows an awareness of the narrative voice of the novel. My one thought, though, is that you might paragraph a bit more, especially in that second really large paragraph. There's a lot going on in that paragraph, and a couple breaks would help the reader get through it. Also please proofread. I note some punctuation errors.
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