we were taking his bones to be buried in his tomb in Segovia, his home town.'1 'And who killed him?' asked Don Quixote. 'God did, with a pestilential fever,' replied the bachelor of arts. 'That means,' said Don Quixote, 'that Our Lord has relieved me of the task I would have had of avenging his death, if anybody else had killed him; but seeing who it was that killed him, all one can do is shrug one's shoulders and be silent, for that is what I should do if he had killed me.