“By my word”, replied the knight, “you are very foolish. How could it be so?”
“I maintain,” said she, “that it is so.”
“There is nothing of the kind,” said the knight. “You must be mad to think so.”
“Ah, my lord,” she replied, “you will never make me believe it is not as I say, and, to set my mind at rest, I ask of you to give me a proof.”
Thereupon she opened the door, holding a lighted candle in her hand, and he, not displeased at her words, permitted her to make trial, and thus the poor man allowed her to cover up his eye with her one hand, whilst with the other she held the candle before his blind eye. Then she said;
“My lord! on your oath, can you not see well?”
“I swear I cannot,” said my lord.
Whilst this trick was being played, my lord’s substitute stole out of the chamber without being perceived by him.
“Wait a moment, my lord,” said she. “Now cannot you see well? Tell me the truth!”
“No, by God, my dear,” replied the knight. “How should I see? You have stopped up my right eye, and the other I lost more than ten years ago.”