"May I die," said the landlord at this, "if Don Quixote or Don Devil has not been slashing some of the skins of red wine that stand full at his bed's head, and the spilt wine must be what this good fellow takes for blood;" and so saying he went into the room and the rest after him, and there they found Don Quixote in the strangest costume in the world.
-Que me maten -dijo a esta sazón el ventero- si don Quijote, o don diablo, no ha dado alguna cuchillada en alguno de los cueros de vino tinto que a su cabecera estaban llenos, y el vino derramado debe de ser lo que le parece sangre a este buen hombre.