After Roque left, Don Quixote waited on horseback, just as he was, for the day to break. Before long the white dawn showed her face on the balconies of the east. With it came the sound of pipes and drums, the jingle of bells, and riders galloping out from the city calling, “Make way, make way!”
As the sun slowly rose, its face larger than a shield, the two of them saw the sea. Neither had ever seen it before. It was far wider and longer than the lagoons of Ruidera they had seen in La Mancha.
When the galleys on the beach struck their awnings, they showed pennants fluttering in the wind and sweeping the water as they went. Trumpets and pipes sounded aboard the ships, and the galleys’ cannon fired and the cannon on the city walls answered until the sky rang. Sancho could not for the life of him work out how those great hulks moving over the sea came to have so many feet.