broke their fast on the remains of the spoils of war plundered from

the sumpter mule, and drank of the brook that flowed from the

fulling mills, without casting a look in that direction, in such

loathing did they hold them for the alarm they had caused them; and,

all anger and gloom removed, they mounted and, without taking any

fixed road (not to fix upon any being the proper thing for true

knights-errant), they set out, guided by Rocinante's will, which

carried along with it that of his master, not to say that of the