"
The empress answered:
"Hippolytus, my son, you know how much I love you, and I will be
very pleased if you will take me as your wife. But remember, my
son and lord, even though I'm old you will never find anyone who
loves you as much as I do."
Then Hippolytus knelt to kiss her hands and feet, but she lifted
him up and embraced him and kissed him. And they spent that
delicious night with little thought about those who were lying on
the cenotaphs for burial.
In the morning, before Phoebus had spread its shiny rays over the
earth, the knight got up, full of new joy, for that night
Hippolytus had entertained his lady very well. He arranged
everything that was necessary for the burial.
On the appointed day all the barons and knights who were invited
went to the city of Constantinople. On the first day they buried
the emperor with the most beautiful sacramental lights ever given
to a prince. To exalt the occasion there were many kings, dukes,
counts and marquis, and many noble knights.
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