Meantime Florestan's anger was rising. Knight, said he, I am a stranger in this country, and not vassal to the King, so that there is no quarrel between us for what you have said to him, nor do I undertake it because there are many Knights in his household. But, you say, you seek for Amadis, and cannot find him; that I believe is not to your loss! but if it please you to do battle with me, who am Don Florestan, his brother, let it be with this condition: if you are conquered, you shall give over the pursuit of vengeance; if I am slain, your wrath will in part be satisfied, for whatever sorrow you feel for the loss of King Abies, that and much greater would Amadis endure for my death. Landin replied, Don Florestan I perceive you have a heart for battle, but I cannot satisfy you now, being bound to return with this embassy on an appointed day, and also having pledged myself to undertake no enterprize before the battle; but, if I come from that field alive, I will meet you in the lists. Landin, quoth Florestan, you answer like a good and honourable Knight, as you are bound to do; let it be as you have said. And he gave his gloves in gage to the King, and Landin gave the lappets of his armour; and the day for their combat was fixed for the thirtieth after the battle. Lisuarte then sent a Knight called Filispinel with Landin to carry his reply, and they departed together. When they were gone, the King said to Galaor, and Florestan, and their cousin Agrayes, you shall see something that will please you! and he sent for his daughter Leonoreta to come with her little damsels and dance before him, as she used to do; a thing which he had never ordered, since the news that Amadis was lost. She came, and the King said to her, Daughter, sing now the song which Amadis, being your Knight, made for your love. So the child and the other young damsels began to sing. _Leonor, sweet Rose, all other flowers excelling, For thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling._ _I lost my liberty when I did gaze Upon those lights which set me in a maze, And of one free am now become a thrall, Put to such pain thou serv'st thy friends withal; And yet do I esteem this pain a pleasure, Endured for thee whom I love out of measure. Leonor, sweet Rose, all other flowers excelling, For thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling._ _I little joy in any other's sight, My heart is thine, thyself my chief delight. But yet I see the more that I do love, More smart I feel, more pain, more grief I prove. Well! let Love rage, though he be angry ever, I'll take my loss for gain, though I gain never. Leonor, sweet Rose, all other flowers excelling, For thee I feel strange thoughts in me rebelling._