Just then the emperor came into the chamber and told Diafebus that he should get ready to leave that same evening.
"Sire," said Diafebus, "I've just come from our lodging, and everyone is ready to leave."
The emperor then brought him out of the chamber and led him through the palace, reminding both him and the constable of what they were to do.
"Oh, poor me!" said the princess. "Look how angry Diafebus was! I don't think he'll want to do anything for me now. Stephanie, beg him for my love not to be angry."
"I certainly will," said Stephanie.
Plaerdemavida spoke up:
"Oh what a strange one you are, my lady. At a time when we're at war, you don't know how to hold the friendship of these knights. They put themselves in danger to defend Your Highness and the entire empire, and you raise a ruckus over a kiss! What's wrong with kissing? In France it doesn't mean anything more than a handshake. If he wanted to kiss you, you should have let him. And you should have done the same even if he had wanted to put his hand under your skirts, when there are times of great need like we have now. Later on, when we have peace, then you can make virtue out of vice. Good woman, good woman, how deceived you are!"
Stephanie had already left, so the princess went to her room and begged her to go and bring back Diafebus:
"Now I'm afraid he really will leave just the way he said he would.
And if he goes away, it won't be surprising if Tirant leaves too. And even if he doesn't, because of his love for me, many others will go too. And then, just when we thought we were winning, we would lose."