The White Knight: Tirant Lo BlancMartorell, Joanot
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The White Knight: Tirant Lo Blanc
Martorell, Joanot
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Adventure stories; Knights and knighthood -- Fiction
Tirant, hears about it, he'll have me killed and then he'll
leave. So, my lady, make pretenses, and break off your
friendship with him little by little, because if Your Highness
suddenly stopped seeing him, he would think that I told you. And
those two ladies deserve to be whipped. Don't you see how big
Stephanie's belly is? I'm astonished that the emperor hasn't
noticed it. And the same will happen to Plaerdemavida."
The princess was very upset. With tears flowing from her eyes,
she began to lament angrily:
"Oh, God! Where is Your justice? How is it that fire does not
descend from heaven to turn that cruel, ungrateful Tirant into
ashes? He was the first knight that I considered my master. I
thought he would bring an end to all my troubles, and now I see
everything turned around. Oh, who would ever have thought that
words like these could come from the mouth of such a virtuous
knight? What have I done to him, to make him want the deaths of
my father and my mother and their miserable daughter? Oh,
Tirant! What happened to the love we shared? What crime did I
commit for you to think me vile and abominable? Did you really
say that you love no lady or maiden unless it's for her wealth,
and that you want to take my virginity by force? Oh, if I wanted
to be cruel, before the sun came up your chamber would be full of
blood; yours and the blood of all your men."
And she said no more. But hearing the call for matins, she
added:
"Widow, let's go to bed, even though I'll get little sleep
tonight with the great hate I have for Tirant--the one I used to
love so much."
The Widow answered:
"My lady, I beg you, please. Don't say a word about this to
anyone. Who knows what might happen?"
"Don't worry," said the princess. "I'll protect you."
When they were in their chamber, Stephanie saw them come in, and
said:
"It looks to me, my lady, as though you've had a great deal of
pleasure listening to the Widow--you've been with her so long.
I'd like to know what you're thinking about."
The princess climbed into bed without answering, and began to cry
bitterly. When the Widow had gone, Stephanie asked her why she
was crying. The princess told her:
"Stephanie, let me be, and take care that this doesn't happen to
you."
Stephanie was surprised at this, not knowing what it could mean.
She did not reply, but drew close to her as she usually did. All
that night the princess could not sleep a wink and cried and
lamented continually.
In the morning she got up, ill, because of her lack of sleep.
Nonetheless, she forced herself to go to mass.
When Tirant learned of her condition, and when Stephanie told him
about her tears and crying all night long, he was very surprised,
and wondered what he had done. Going up to the princess, he
said:
"If Your Excellency would like to tell me what is wrong, I would
be very pleased."
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