When all the maidens were gone, Tirant opened the door to the
chamber and had Philippe enter.
"My lady," said Tirant, "here is Philippe who has a greater
desire to serve your ladyship than all the princesses in the
world, and so I beg your grace, here on my knees, to kiss him as
a sign of good faith."
"Oh, Tirant!" said the infanta. "These are the words you wanted
to tell me? Your face reveals what you bear in your heart. When
my king and my father commands it of me, then I will do it."
Tirant motioned to Philippe, who quickly took her up in his arms,
and carried her to a lounge that was there, and kissed her five
or six times. The infanta said:
"Tirant, I placed no little trust in you. What have you made me
do? I thought of you as a brother and you have put me in the
hands of someone I am still unsure of--I do not know whether he
will turn out to he my friend or my enemy."
"Your words are cruel, my lady. How can Philippe be an enemy to
Your Excellency if he loves you more than his own life, and
desires to hold you in that bed where he slept this evening,
completely nude, or in your chemise? You can be certain that
this would be the greatest blessing in the world.
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