"'Knights of great virtue, this is your death, and your sepulcher. These are the weapons chosen by this knight and accepted by Tirant. Let each take whichever ones he pleases.'
"And he placed them on the lovely meadow grass.
"'Now,' said Claros of Clarence, 'gentlemen of great nobility and chivalry, you are in this isolated place. Expect no help from relatives or friends. You are at the point of death, so place your hope only in God and in your virtue. I want to know who you wish to serve as judge of this battle.'
"'What?' said Lord Vilesermes. 'Didn't we agree that it would be you?'
"'And you, Tirant, who do you want to be judge?'
"'I want it to be the one Lord Vilesermes wants.'
"'Since you want to have me as your judge, you must swear by the order of chivalry to obey all my commands.'
"They swore that they would. After the oath, the knight said to
Tirant:
"'Take the weapons you like and I will go into battle with the ones you leave behind.'
"'No,' said Tirant. 'You have been holding them, and they were brought here in your name. You are the challenger, so you choose first, and then I will take mine.'