The maid came out of the aunt's room carrying money and headed toward the garden door, waiting for the knight to arrive.
The girl was watching her while sitting, tears falling from her eyes. She said, hitting her knees: He did not come. You were lying to me. The wait was long.
Maid: The wait will always be long before you find a knight. And when time comes and passes, and children arrive, one moment of anger can make everything explode, and the knight leaves. Then you and the children remain waiting and suffering. I hope this never happens to you, and that you live happily ever after.
The maid stopped her and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, saying: There are two knights, and you may choose the one you want.
Girl: Where are they?
Maid: In the reception room.
Girl: Do you mean the two guards?
Maid: Yes.
Girl: But they did not separate. I feel that someone follows my looks and smiles at me whenever he sees me.
Maid: They will separate, and one of them will go with us to the market, and take some money to buy me a present, as your knight.
Girl: Where did you find the pillow?
Maid: I won't tell you this in secret. The pillow is swelling—its size increases with money, as if it were a continuous printing machine of wealth.
Girl: Then my aunt's room will explode from the abundance of money, and the money will reach her grave.
Maid: I don't know. I fear those hidden voices will hear my answer. But I will tell you this: your aunt does not need the money. She left it for you, so that you may live happily.