And when that blessed lord, who is of
greater excellence than anyone in the world, the Emperor of
Constantinople, heard of your fame, he had you come to the city
of Constantinople. His high Majesty made you his captain, and
you showed the Turkish enemies your strength and power,
conquering them time and time again. I am a Moor who speaks by
prophecy, and my heart cries tears of blood for those worthy
knights, because now they are as good as dead. Cry, miserable
people and lament the fact that Tirant lo Blanc has forgotten
you! And it does not surprise me that he does not remember you,
for he has forgotten a lady (I won't say who she is, but I can
call her the greatest and best in all Christendom) in order to
conquer this cursed land."
Tirant was quite astonished when he heard these words, and he
begged her to tell how she knew so much.
"Oh Tirant, how little mercy you are showing. Go on pursuing
those fleeing kings so that you can have all of Barbary in your
lap, and let us live in blessed peace.
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