El Cid had finally driven the Moors out of Spain. He was the man of the hour, a national hero. He could have anything he wanted except the Queen. He didn't want her anyway. She was ugly as sin. He was rich and respected and adulated. The only problem he had was with Don Quixote.

Don Quixote, his most trusted lieutenant, was going crazy. He was saying odd things and , now, doing odd things. People were whispering about him. Eventually, they would be whispering about El Cid.

"Don Quixote, my beloved assistant, we need to talk", El Cid told him.

"Yes? What about, my supreme leader and master", Quixote answered.

"Supreme leader? I like that. You have a way with- no, we need to speak. You are starting to do odd things."

"Such as, Syd?"

"Such as-that's Cid, not Syd. Such as, umm, look, there's nothing wrong with rescuing damsels in distress. that's what guys like us do for a hobby. But, Don Quixote, Lady Margurii and Don Perrier are married. You weren't rescuing her. You were interrupting them."

"I did apologized for that. I made a mistake. It won't happen again, I assure you, Syd."

"Cid. Well, there's also the drinking. It's being talked about."

"I drink only the communion wine, great man."

"Don Quixote, communion wine is for communion. You want to tell me you go to communion a hundred times a day?"

"Lord, if the Lord calls me to receive who an I to say no?"

"Maybe you need to take a trip. A little vacation. We've spent a lot of years fighting the Moors. You need a rest. Agreed?"

"Hmm. Perhaps, O legendary warrior, you are correct. Yes, I will take a trip. I think I'll go see the windmills."

"Good", El Cid thought. How could anything go wrong with that.