"Fly not, cowards and vile beings," he shouted, "for a single knight attacks you."
A slight breeze at this moment sprang up, and the great vanes began to move.
With lance braced and covered by his shield, he charged at Rocinante's fullest gallop and attacked the
first mill that stood in front of him. But as he drove his lance-point into the sail, the wind whirled it around with such
force that it shivered the lance to pieces. It swept away with it horse and rider, and they were sent rolling over the plain,
in sad condition indeed.