The good lady Priande's labour lasted a day and a night and the next day till well past noon. The ladies attending her felt great pity for the trial she was suffering; but her fruit took a break from his struggling and she was able to rest and sleep. And as she slept she dreamt she was with her husband in the middle of a forest, and there the pains of childbirth began. And when her husband saw this he dismounted and started to build a bower around her to hide her secret business a little. Then he withdrew and sat beside a spring. And according to her dream, in the middle of her labour she looked through the leafy branches of her shelter and saw an armed knight emerge from the depths of the forest and thrust a lance clean through her husband's body; he fell dead, and she heard the traitor cry: ‘Go straight to Hell, and tell the devils that Bruiant slew you!’

She awoke, crying in horror and agony: ‘Seize the treacherous Bruiant who's killed my husband!’ The women attending her came running in alarm, and pinned her down for fear the terrible commotion might endanger the child's life;