were raised again and again. In a word, the bugles, the horns, the

clarions, the trumpets, the drums, the cannon, the musketry, and above

all the tremendous noise of the carts, all made up together a din so

confused and terrific that Don Quixote had need to summon up all his

courage to brave it; but Sancho's gave way, and he fell fainting on

the skirt of the duchess's robe, who let him lie there and promptly

bade them throw water in his face. This was done, and he came to

himself by the time that one of the carts with the creaking wheels