Sancho was weeping over his master's death, for this time he firmly believed it was in store for him from the claws of the lions; and he cursed his fate and called it an unlucky hour when he thought of taking service with him again; but with all his tears and lamentations he did not forget to thrash Dapple so as to put a good space between himself and the cart.
Lloraba Sancho la muerte de su señor, que aquella vez sin duda creía que llegaba en las garras de los leones; maldecía su ventura, y llamaba menguada la hora en que le vino al pensamiento volver a servirle; pero no por llorar y lamentarse dejaba de aporrear al rucio para que se alejase del carro.