Day was breaking when Don Quixote left the inn. He was so happy and so proud to be a properly dubbed knight that his joy seemed ready to burst his horse’s girths.
Then the innkeeper’s advice came back to him. There were things a knight must carry when he took the road, and money and shirts above all. He decided to go home and provide himself with them, and to find a squire as well. The man he had in mind was a farmer, a neighbor of his, poor and with many children but just right for a knight’s squire.
When its head was turned toward home, Rocinante seems to recognize the way to its own stable and steps out eagerly. It hardly seemed to touch the ground.