Great celebrations were held with jousts and dances and gaiety.
And everyone was happy except poor, miserable Tirant.
The night of the wedding, Plaerdemavida caught five little
kittens and put them by the window where the bride was sleeping,
and they meowed all night long. After Plaerdemavida had put the
cats there she went to the emperor's chambers and said to him:
"My lord, come to the bride's chamber quickly: the constable must
have hurt her terribly because I heard some loud cries. I am
really afraid that he may have killed your dear niece, or at
least hurt her badly; and since Your Majesty is such a close
relative of hers it's you who should go to her side."
Plaerdemavida's words were so amusing that the emperor dressed
again and the two of them went to the door of the bridal chamber
and listened. When Plaerdemavida saw that they were not talking,
she quickly called out:
"My lady, my bride, how is it that you aren't crying out or
talking now? It must be because in that battle your pain (That
pain that reaches down to your heels, and won't let you shout
that delightful 'Oh!') and your even greater haste are over.
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