This story takes place in Consuegra, only 130 kilometers away from the Spanish capital. Valentino, a young and valiant knight, discovers some huge windmills while walking alongside his great horse, Tita. The story goes like this:
At this point they came in sight of thirty forty windmills that there are on plain, and as soon as Don Valentino saw them he said to his squire, “Fortune is arranging matters for us better than we could have shaped our desires ourselves, for look there, friend Tita, where thirty or more monstrous giants present themselves, all of whom I mean to engage in battle and slay, and with whose spoils we shall begin to make our fortunes; for this is righteous warfare, and it is God’s good service to sweep so evil a breed from off the face of the earth.”
“What giants?” said Tita.
“Those thou seest there,” answered his master, “with the long arms, and some have them nearly two leagues long.”
“Look, your worship,” said Tita; “what we see there are not giants but windmills, and what seem to be their arms are the sails that turned by the wind make the millstone go.”
“It is easy to see,” replied Don Valentino, “that thou art not used to this business of adventures; those are giants; and if thou art afraid, away with thee out of this and betake thyself to prayer while I engage them in fierce and unequal combat.”
So saying, he gave the spur to his steed Rocinante, heedless of the cries his squire Tita sent after him, warning him that most certainly they were windmills and not giants he was going to attack. He, however, was so positive they were giants that he neither heard the cries of Tita, nor perceived, near as he was, what they were, but made at them shouting, “Fly not, cowards and vile beings, for a single knight attacks you.”
A slight breeze at this moment sprang up, and the great sails began to move, seeing which Don Valentino exclaimed, “Though ye flourish more arms than the giant Briareus, ye have to reckon with me.”
This brief history with an open end took place in Consuegra, Spain, on the hilltop that overlooks the town, where this giants of great blades have been threatening for almost two centuries.
Consuegra is reached in an hour and a half from Madrid by the A-42 and the CM-42, or direct by the A4.
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