"No, my lady. Let Your Excellency go on: the duchess and I will sleep together. Don't spend a bad night on my account."
The empress said:
"Come with me. I'm getting cold standing here."
"My lady, since you insist," said the princess, "you go on, and
I'll come soon."
The empress left, telling her to come right away. The princess turned to the Widow and said angrily:
"Now I know how much you're to blame. Who gave you the right to tell my mother that I should go and sleep with her, and to deprive me of my pleasure? From what I can see, you don't live by virtue, but by envy and malice."
The Widow replied
"I'll tell you what I've done wrong. I honored and loved you more than you liked: that's how I'm to blame. Do you imagine, my lady, that I have no feelings for Tirant, and that I didn't see him letting himself down by the rope, and it breaking, and him falling so hard I think he broke his legs and his ribs?…"
She began to cry miserably, and threw herself to the ground, and pulled her hair, saying:
"The best of all knights is dead!"