Once these precautions were made, he did not want to wait any longer to put his thoughts into effect, pressing him for the lack he thought his delay was making in the world. And so, without giving any person his intention, and without anyone seeing him, one morning, before the day, which was one of the hot months of July, he armed himself with all his weapons, climbed on Rocinante, set his poorly composed head, embracing his grasp, took his spear, and, through the false door of a corral, went out into the field with great contentment and joy to see how easily he had begun his good desire. But, he barely saw himself in the field, when he was struck by a terrible thought, and such, that he almost made him leave the company started; and it came to mind that he was not armed knight, and that, according to cavalry law, neither could nor should he take arms with any knight; and, since it was, he had to carry white weapons, like a new gentleman, without a company on the shield, until he won it by his effort. These thoughts made him hesitate in his purpose; but, being able to make his madness more than any other reason, he proposed to make himself a knight of the first to come across, in imitation of many others who did so, as he had read in the books they had. In the matter of the white arms, it thought to clean them of way, in taking place, that they were more than an ermine; and with this he sat down and continued on his way, without taking any other than the one his horse wanted, believing that this was the strength of the adventures.