While the king and Tirant were celebrating this new marriage,
news reached the king daily that the Moorish kings would soon
take the three castles, and that they would fall on him and on
all the Christians, and would give them all cruel deaths.
When Tirant heard of this, he said:
"Sir, we need to think of how we can save our lives. Let's
gather all our men and see how many are prepared to go into
battle."
"What?" said the commander. "Do you think you're the lord of the
whole world? You ought to be satisfied with imprisoning this
magnanimous king, and go on back to the land you came from. Let
us live according to our own law, and let the new Christians
forget about this so-called holy baptism. If these kings are
coming with so many troops, and they find us adhering to their
law, they'll have mercy on us."
King Escariano turned to the commander in a rage, and he brought
his bare sword down on the commander's head so hard that his
brains spilled out onto the chamber floor, and he said:
"Oh, you dog, you son of a dog, born into a wicked sect! This is
the payment such a vile person deserves!"
Tirant was very displeased at the commander's death, and he felt
very angry.
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