When mass was finished they returned to the palace, and Tirant
took his leave of the emperor and of the ladies, and went to his
quarters with his men. As they reached their quarters he went
into his chamber and fell upon the bed, thinking of the
princess's great beauty. And her beautiful features only served
to make him feel worse: so that while he had felt one pain
before, he now felt one hundred. Diafebus went into the chamber,
and when he saw him with such a sad face he said:
"My captain, you are the most extraordinary knight I have ever
seen in my life. Anyone else would hold a great celebration for
all the joy they had when they saw their lady. And the flattery
and honor she paid you--more than to all the great lords there.
And then she presented the brocade pillow to you with such grace
and love in everyone's presence. Here, when you should feel like
the most fortunate man in the world, you seem to have lost all
reason."
When Tirant heard Diafebus' comforting words he said in a
mournful voice:
"The reason my heart is grieving is that I am in love, and I
don't know if my love will be returned.
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