"My lord and captain, no one loves you as I do. I feel compassion for you, for none of these ladies has told you to lay down your weapons. In faith, that shirt you are wearing is well trampled. I saw it being put on and taken off, well-perfumed, and now I see it all torn and smelling of iron and steel." The princess said: "Give me that hand that has not had mercy on the deaths of the Moorish Kings, our enemies." Stephanie took his hand and placed it in the princess's lap. When she saw it on her knees, she bent over and kissed it. Tirant said: "If Your Highness would give me leave to kiss your hands whenever I wished, oh how fortunate I'd be. And I would be even more so if I could kiss your feet and your legs." The princess took his hands again, and said: "From now on, Captain, I want your hands to do as they will with me: that is your right." She quickly got up because they had spent the greater part of the night there. And so that the duke and the others would have no reason to gossip, they went with her to her room where she bid them all a good night. And the duke and Tirant slept in the same bed. The following morning the trumpets blew, and they all armed themselves and mounted their horses. The princess wanted to go with them, and they rode until they found the emperor, who was attacking a well fortified city. With Tirant's men helping, they entered the villa and killed and made prisoner of many. The following day the emperor held council to decide where they should attack next. The captain spoke, and said: "Sire, it would be better if Your Highness would go with the barons of Sicily back to the palace with all the prisoners we've taken. The Duke and I will take charge of guarding and conquering the nearby cities and villas. And Your Majesty can send us the supplies we need." When they were back in the castle, the emperor summoned Tirant, and then had the princess and the other maidens come, and he said: "Captain, since fortune has been so contrary to our High Constable, the Count of Bitinua, who is dead, who do you think we should choose as our next constable?" Tirant knelt and said: "My lord, if Your Majesty would be pleased to give the office of High Constable to Diafebus, I would consider it a great favor." "I will do as you wish," said the emperor. "Because of my affection for you, and because of his many merits, from this moment on, I grant to Diafebus the office of High Constable. And to you I give the County of Sant Angel, which I take from my daughter and bestow upon you. Tomorrow I will have a celebration where you will take the title of count." Tirant replied: "Sire, I give you infinite thanks for doing me such a great honor, but I will accept it only if I can give the title in turn to Diafebus, my closest relative." "It makes no difference to me what you do with it afterward, as long as I have offered it and you have accepted it."