"We would gain no honor now. Tomorrow we will have the honor and the booty."
In spite of all that had happened, Tirant had a very tight watch set that night, saying:
"Not all of them could have gotten across. In their desperation, couldn't they fall on us?"
When the clear day broke and the sun appeared on our horizon, the captain had the trumpets blown, and everyone mounted. They had the carts and the pages brought out, and all the men went back down to their former camp, and from there they saw what was left of the enemy.
Diafebus, seeing the pitiful state of the Turks, took the ring from Tirant's hand, and Tirant said to him:
"Cousin, what are you doing?"
Diafebus said:
"I want to send Pyramus to the emperor. They haven't had word from us for so long!"
"I beg you, cousin," said Tirant, "send word to him that we need flour and supplies before we run out."
Pyramus left. When he reached the city of Constantinople, he saw everyone looking very sad and oppressed, and all the women were crying. He went into the palace, and it was worse: their faces were scratched, their clothing torn. Of all those who saw him, no one said a word to him. When he spoke to anyone, they would not answer. He thought the emperor must have died, or the empress, or their daughter.