light I'll make an example of any man that dare presume to reflect upon so many brave fellows as profess the noble science."[14] Seeing we were likely to be in a broil, I stept in, and said, "He had not spoken to him, and therefore he had no occasion to be affronted." "Draw your sword, if you have ever a one," added he, "and let us try who has most skill, without playing the fool with ladles." My poor wretched companion opened his book, and cried aloud, "Here it is, as I say, in the book, and it is printed by authority; and I'll maintain with the ladle that all it contains is true; or else without the ladle, either here, or upon any other ground; and if anybody does not believe it, let us measure it." This said, he pulled out his compasses, and went on, "This is an obtuse angle." The fencing-master drew his dagger, and replied, "I neither know who is angle, nor who is obtuse; nor did I ever hear such words before; but I'll cut you in pieces with this dagger in my hand." He ran at the poor devil, who fled from him amain, skipping about the house, and crying, "He cannot hurt me, for I have gained upon his sword." The landlord and I parted them, with the help of other people that came in, though I was scarce able to stand for laughing. The honest madman was put into his chamber, and I with him. We supped, and all the house went to bed. About two of the clock he got up in his shirt, and began to ramble about the room, skipping and sputtering a deal of nonsense in mathematical terms. He waked me and not satisfied with this, went down to the landlord to give him a light, saying he had found a fixed object for the cross pass upon the bow. The landlord wished him at the devil for waking him; but still the other tormented him, till he called him a madman, and then he came up and told me, if I would rise I should see the curious fence he had found out against the Turks and their scimitars, and added, he would go show it to the king immediately, because it was very advantageous to Christendom. By this time it was day, we all got up and paid our shot. We reconciled the madman and the fencing-master, who went away, saying, "That what my companion alleged was good in itself, but it made more men mad than skilful at their weapon, because not one in a hundred understood the least part of it." [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAP. IX. _Of what Happened to me on the road to Madrid with a Poet._