"Well, you shall see. You must know that to-morrow the tournament in which the hand of the king's daughter is to be disputed will take place. The victor will become hereditary prince, and I, frankly, wish to occupy the post. It is therefore necessary that you make me conquer in the fray."
"And what will you give me in exchange?"
"Whatever you ask me."
"That you make the princess forget her faith in God. I already have you, and I want the princess."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
And the devil and Don Teobaldo shook hands. The latter drew his back, saying:
"How you burn."
The devil said to him:
"To-morrow, at the hour of the fight, a squire in black armour will come and see you. I will give you a cuirass made in such a way that it cannot be pierced through; a shield which will dazzle and stupefy your adversaries if only looked at; a charmed sword, a touch with which will produce death; and a horse as black as ebony which has the advantage of requiring neither curb nor spurs: you will only wear them as ornaments.... In a word, the horse—will be me."