So, my lady,"
continued Tirant, "allow Philippe, who is dying of love for you,
to enjoy part of the glory that he has desired so much."
"May God not permit it," said the infanta, "and may He keep me
from an error like that. I would think of myself as vile if I
gave my consent to such a thing."
"My lady," said Tirant, "Philippe and I are here only to serve
you.
Let your benign grace have a little patience."
And Tirant caught her hands while Philippe attempted to make use
of his own resources. The infanta cried out, and the maidens
came and calmed them down.
When the infanta had laced up her garments, she dressed very
elegantly, and Philippe and Tirant accompanied her and the queen
to mass. And there, before mass, they were engaged. The
following Sunday the wedding was held with great ceremony, and
celebrations took place which lasted a week, with jousts,
tournaments, dances, and buffoonery, night and day.
In this way the infanta was entertained, and she was very pleased
with Tirant, and much more with Philippe whose work was so
wonderful that she never forgot it.
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