“Dear friend,” she said, “never have these damsels grown weary in pleading your suit. And, had it not been for their wise counsels and good sense, never would you have had your desire.”
Guillem thanked them warmly, begging them to accept of him girdles, diadems, ribbons, bracelets, brooches, rings, little bags of musk, and still other trinkets. Then, turning to Flamenca, he said:
“Sweet love, a boon, I beseech you.”
“Name it, dear friend. I think no wish of yours could prove displeasing to me.”
“I have two cousins,” he answered, “Otho and Clari, who follow me that they, too, one day, may be made knights. It would please me were they to have some share in our happiness.”
“How mean you?”
“My squires are young and debonair, like your two damsels, in whose company they would not want whereof to speak. And, if they found it in their hearts to love one another, they would but love us the more.”
“It shall be even as you say,” assented Flamenca gladly, and Guillem, opening the door, told his squires to enter.
They marvelled greatly at seeing Flamenca, and when their eyes fell upon the two damsels, they believed they were under some spell. Quickly they fell to their knees.