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
The princess made all these and other laments with her eyes
pouring forth tears. Tirant saw all the tears and the discreet
words of his lady, and he decided to make her content that night
and to follow her will. Although all night long the two lovers
slept very little, but rather played and found amusement now near
the head of the bed and now near its foot, caressing each other
continually, both of them very content. When it was nearly
daybreak and the people in the palace were beginning to stir, the
princess said:
"For my own satisfaction I would that the day had not come so
quickly, and it would be my pleasure if this delight could last a
year, or never end. Arise, Tirant, lord of the Empire of Greece,
for tomorrow, or whenever it pleases you, you may return to the
same place."
Tirant got up very reluctantly, and said:
"I shall do what you command, but I fear that my desire will
never be satisfied, and my thoughts are very restless."
So that no one should see or hear him, he left full of passion
and anguish, kissing her wildly at the moment of their parting.
When he was gone Plaerdemavida was so distraught that she could
bear no more. The princess sent for her and had Lady Montblanc
summoned, and both knew what had taken place between her and
Tirant.
"God help me!" said Plaerdemavida. "Your Highness had the
pleasure and Tirant the delight, and I the sin. But it grieves
me so much that there was no consummation that I feel I shall die
from anger. Bring that skinny, spineless knight to me, and
you'll see what I say to him! I shall never again do anything
for him; instead I will try to stand in his way whenever I can."
"In faith," said Lady Montblanc, "he has shown great virtue as
the most valiant and courteous knight he is, for he has wished to
forego his pleasure rather than anger my mistress."
They spoke of this at length until it was bright daylight and the
emperor sent word to the empress and to his daughter that all the
ladies should dress in their finery, and then they should all
come to the festivities being held for Tirant. He also sent word
to all the knights and ladies of the city so that they would go
to the palace. God knows well that in that instance the princess
would have liked more to sleep than to leave her chambers. But
for love of Tirant and so that the celebration could take place,
she left her bed and dressed very beautifully, and they went out
from the great hall where they found the emperor with all his
retinue of nobles and knights and ladies of the city.
When the procession was ready, they went through the city with
the two hundred seventy-two flags in front, until they came to
the church. Tirant went up to the princess, and she received him
warmly, but she could only say:
"Tirant, my lord, all that I have is yours."
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