When Philippe received the money his father had sent, he dressed up in elegant clothing, and he wore many jewels and gold chains and other valuable jewelry. On the day of Our Lady, in August, the king invited Philippe and all the ambassadors, and everyone who held a title in his land to dine. When the king was sitting at the table it began to rain very hard. The infanta was very pleased, and she said: "Now I can find out what I want to know." When the tables were cleared the minstrels came, and they danced a while before the king and queen. Then came the collation. The king went into his chambers to rest, but the infanta would not stop dancing for fear that Philippe would leave. When it was nearly time for vespers the skies cleared and the sun came out, and then the infanta said: "It's such a nice day, wouldn't it be a fine idea for us to go riding through the city?" Philippe quickly answered: "My lady, why would you want to ride through the city in this terrible weather? If it starts to rain again you'll get drenched." Tirant saw through the infanta's wiles, and he tugged at Philippe's coattails to make him be quiet. The infanta caught a glimpse of the signal Tirant was making, and she became very angry. She ordered the horses brought out, and they all sent for the animals. When the infanta was mounted she almost turned her back on Philippe, but kept sight of him out of the corner of her eye. And Philippe said to Tirant: "Send for another suit of clothes so that this one won't be ruined!" "Oh," said Tirant, "the clothes be damned! Don't worry about your clothing. If this suit gets dirty, there will be another one." "At least," said Philippe, "see if there aren't two pages who will carry my coattails so they won't drag along the ground." "For the son of a king," said Tirant, "you're very stingy! Hurry along now, the infanta is waiting." Then Philippe, very troubled, started out. While the infanta, who had been watching them talk, wasn't able to make out their words. So they rode through the city, and the infanta enjoyed herself immensely, seeing how the clothes of that miserly Philippe were getting wet, and how he was always looking at them. The infanta, to have more pleasure, told them to bring the falcons and they would go a little way out to the outskirts and hunt some quail. "Don't you see, my lady?" said Philippe. "This is no time for hunting. There's nothing but mud and water everywhere." "Oh, you niggardly fellow!" said the infanta. "This oaf still won't do anything that I want.' But she paid no attention to him, and went out of the city and found a peasant. She took him aside and asked him if some river or canal was not close by. The peasant answered: "My lady, straight ahead, not far from here, you'll find a large canal that will come up to a mule's groin." "That's just what I'm looking for."