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
Widow Repose. And when I leave this life there will be a great
celebration in paradise, and they will give me a seat in the
eternal glory of the Highest, and as an obedient daughter I will
be crowned with the other saints."
The emperor entered the room without anyone seeing him. He
stayed near his daughter for a little while, and then he took
Hippolytus by the hand, and they spoke of the war and of the
captain's illness. As they were talking they passed through a
room where the empress was, and at that moment Hippolytus would
have liked to have been a day's journey away. When she saw him
she smiled and looked at him fondly. Then she got up from where
she was sitting and approached the emperor, and the three of them
stood, talking of many things. They dwelt especially on the
cruel misfortune in which their son departed from this miserable
world in the flower of his youth, and the empress began to cry.
Many old knights who formed part of the council entered the
chamber, and they consoled the empress. Then they told
Hippolytus of the great valor the emperor had shown when they
brought him the news that his son had died. The good man, on
hearing of the death of his son, had answered the cardinal and
the others who brought him the news:
"Be assured that what you are telling me is nothing new, because
I bore him to die. It is the law of nature to receive life, and
to relinquish it when it is asked of us."
The emperor withdrew to one side of the chamber to speak with
some of his council, and Hippolytus remained with the empress.
When she saw that he was silent she thought it must be because he
felt embarrassed. And she said:
"Although I can't speak to you in as fine a manner as I would
like, you will understand it much better than my lips could
express it. I beg you to tell me who made you say what you did.
Tell me if it came from your master Tirant, so that if I decided
to love you he could make better use of the power that he wants.
I'm dying to know."
Hippolytus quickly replied, lowering his voice:
"I'll tell you everything. I was with the emperor, and we came
into these chambers, and when I saw Your Majesty I nearly fell to
the ground. I was afraid the emperor would notice, because at
that moment fear and shame were battling within me. Afterward I
sighed, and I saw that Your Highness was laughing pleasantly at
my sigh. My lady, I beg you not to make me say anything further,
but command me to do anything dangerous, and Your Majesty will
see how steadfast Hippolytus is. As for what Your Majesty said
about Tirant, I swear to you that neither Tirant nor my confessor
(which is even worse) knew any such thing about me."
"Hippolytus, you must tell me your thoughts openly. Love doesn't
recognize nobility, lineage or equality; it doesn't differentiate
between people in high and low positions. You can be sure that
no matter how criminal your words were, I wouldn't tell them to
the emperor or to anyone else on earth."
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