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However, since you insist, I will do it, but you must do exactly as I tell you   than Dioneo had wished, may be left to the imagination of the fair one
            if you want the enchantment to work." They promised obedience, and   that now laughs at it. However, as the stories ended, and the sun now
            Dom Gianni took a light, which he handed to Pietro, saying, "Let nothing   shone with a tempered radiance, the queen, knowing that the end of
            that I do or say escape you, and be careful not to say a word, no matter   her sovereignty had come, stood up and took off the crown, and set it
            what you see or hear, and pray that the tail is securely attached." So   on the head of Pamfilo, whom alone it now remained to honor; and said
            Pietro took the light and again promised obedience. Dom Gianni caused   with a smile, "My lord, it's a great burden that falls upon you, seeing that
            Gemmata to strip herself stark naked and stand on all fours like a mare,   you, coming last, are bound to make good my shortcomings and those of
            at the same time strictly charging her that, whatever might happen, she   my predecessors; which God give you grace to accomplish, even as He
            must not utter a word. Then, touching her head and face, he said, "Be   has given me grace to make you king." With gladsome acknowledgment
            this a fine head of a mare"; in like manner, touching her hair, he said, "Be   of the honor, Pamfilo replied, "I doubt not that, thanks to your noble
            this a fine mane of a mare"; touching her arms, he said, "Be these fine   qualities and those of my other subjects, I shall win even such praise as
            legs and fine hooves of a mare"; then, as he touched her breast and felt   those that have borne sway before me." Then, following the example of
            its firm roundness, and there awoke and arose one that was not called,   his predecessors, he made all necessary arrangements in concert with
            he said, "And be this a fine breast of a mare"; and in like manner, he   the seneschal; after which, he turned to the expectant ladies and thus
            dealt with her back, belly, croup, thighs, and legs. Last of all, the work   spoke: "Enamored ladies, Emilia, our queen of today, deeming it proper
            being complete save for the tail, he lifted his shirt and took in his hand   to allow you an interval of rest to recruit your powers, gave you license
            the tool with which he was used to plant men, and forthwith thrust it   to discuss such matters as should most commend themselves to each in
            into the furrow made for it, saying, "And be this a fine tail of a mare."   turn; and as thereby you are now rested, I judge that it's meet to revert
            Whereupon Pietro, who had followed everything very attentively to that   to our accustomed rule. Therefore, I ordain that for tomorrow you each
            point, disapproving of that last particular, exclaimed, "No! Dom Gianni, I'll   take thought on how you may discuss the ensuing theme: to wit, of such
            have no tail, I'll have no tail." The essential juice, by which all plants are   as in matters of love, or otherwise, have done something with liberality or
            propagated, was already discharged when Dom Gianni withdrew the tool,   magnificence. By the telling, and (still more) by the doing of such things,
            saying, "Alas! Pietro, what have you done? Did I not tell you to say never   your spirits will assuredly be duly attuned and animated to high and noble
            a word, no matter what you might see? The mare was all but made; but   endeavors; whereby our life, which cannot but be brief, seeing that it's
            by speaking, you have spoiled everything, and it's not possible to repeat   enshrined in a mortal body, fame shall perpetuate in glory; which whoso
            the enchantment." "Well and good," replied Pietro, "I would have none   serves not the belly, as do the beasts, must not only covet, but with all
            of that tail. Why didn't you tell me to make it myself? And besides, you   zeal seek after and labor to attain."
            were attaching it too low." "It was because," returned Dom Gianni, "you
            would not have known, on the first attempt, how to attach it as well as   The cheerful company, having one and all approved the theme, rose at a
            I." Whereupon the young woman stood up and, in all good faith, said to   word from their new king, and betook themselves to their usual pastimes,
            her husband, "Fool that you are, why have you ruined what would have   and so, according as they severally had most desired, diverted themselves,
            been for the good of us both? When did you ever see a mare without a   until they happily reunited for supper, which being served with all due
            tail? So help me God, poor as you are, you deserve to be poorer still."   care and dispatched, they rose up to dance, as they were wont, and
            So, after Pietro's ill-timed speech, there being no way left of turning the   when they had sung, perhaps, a thousand ditties, fitter to please by their
            young woman into a mare, downcast and melancholy, she resumed her   words than by any excellence of musical art, the king bade Neifile sing
            clothes; and Pietro plied his old trade with his donkey and went with Dom   one on her own account. And promptly and graciously, with a clear and
            Gianni to the fair of Bitonto, and never asked him to do it again.  cheerful voice, Neifile sang.
                                                                   The king and all the ladies did not a little commend Neifile's song; after
            What laughter this story drew from the ladies, who understood it better   which, as the night was far spent, the king bade all go to rest until the
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