“Here am I, lady, to do your bidding,” said each of them in turn.
Flamenca was well pleased, and welcomed the young men graciously. Then, turning to her young women:
“Come hither, both of you,” she addressed them. “Here are two young men, and you are two, also. It is my wish that each should have her friend. Wait not to be entreated. ’Tis I, your mistress, who entreat, who tell, who command you, to do all their desire. Go to the baths. Pleasure awaits you there.”
Then Alis chose Otho, and Margarida had Clari. Together all four went to the baths, where there were pleasant chambers, from which Alis and Margarida had no need to come forth as they went in, unless they so desired.
When they were alone, Guillem, turning to Flamenca, said:
“Long have I suffered for your sweet sake a martyr’s pains. Now that we have come together at last, I thank you for these; but you know not yet who I am, unless it be that Love has told you I am your man.”
“My friend,” said Flamenca, “I doubt not you are of some high estate. This I know by the knightly soul you have shown in wishing to be my lover.”
Then Guillem recounted to her, word by word, who he was, how he had come, and all he had done since he had been at Bourbon.
When Flamenca knew what manner of man her Guillem was, she was so full of joy she gave herself to him without stint. She threw her arms about his neck and kissed him with all her heart.
Many times did they kiss each other on the eyes and on the mouth and on the hands and on the neck, and many times did they do for each other all those things without which joy in love is incomplete. Each sought to appease the heavy burden and the long desire that each for the other had suffered.