Take my hand and promise me, that if I tell you the answer tonight, you’ll do whatever I ask of you when I need it if it’s in your power.
I know the answer to what women most want.
Please give me an answer.
"I’ll let you live if you can tell mewhat women want more than anything else in the world. Be careful, though,because your answer will determine whether you live or die. If you don’talready know the answer, then you may go out and look for it..."
I am the one who gave this knight the answer to and he promised me in return that he’d do anything I asked. I’d like to ask you, sir knight, to marry me. I saved your life, and you know you owe me.
My lady, generally speaking, women want to have power over their husbands and boyfriends and to have the final say in all matters.
What do women most want?
The knight looked everywhere to find out what women want most. He looked in every house and in any place where people would talk with him. He couldn’t find anyplace, though, where two people would give him the same answer.
My dear husband, please! Is this how all knights make love to their wives? Is this how it’s done in King Arthur’s court? Are you all so passionless? It’s me—your wife and true love, the one who saved your life. I haven’t done anything bad to you, so why are treating me like this on our first night together? You’re acting like you’ve gone insane. Did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I’ll try to make it better if I can.”
Make it better? Make it better? No, no, of course you can’t make it better! You’re so old and disgusting! And you’re also poor and low class and a nobody. It’s no wonder that I’m tossing and turning. God, I wish I were dead!
“Then don’t worry any more about being executed,” she said, “Because I swear on my own life that the queen will agree with my answer! In fact, let’s just see if even the proudest woman wearing scarves and headdresses will disagree with what I’m about to tell you.” And with that, she whispered a few words in his ear and told him everything was going to be okay.
I’ll give you a choice, between one of two things. I can be old and disgusting until the day I die but be humble and faithful to you and never upset you, or you can have me be young and beautiful and take the risk that I’ll cheat on you with the many men who’ll try to seduce me. Now, make your decision, whichever you prefer.
My lady, my love, my wife. I put myself in your good hands. You decide which of these options will be better for yourself and for me. I don’t care which of the two you decide. I’ll be happy with whichever you choose.
There wasn’t a wife or widow or girl in the crowd who could disagree with this answer, and everyone believed that the knight had won the right to live. When the knight finished talking, the ugly old woman stood up from where she’d been sitting in the crowd.
After the wedding, he reluctantly took his new wife home, and they went to bed. They got married in the morning, and then the knight hid himself like an owl all day, sad and miserable because his wife was so old and ugly.
And the next morning when the knight saw that what she’d said was true—that she’d become a beautiful young woman—he grabbed her in his arm and showered her with a thousand kisses. And she obeyed him in everything that he asked of her. And they lived in perfect happiness for the rest of their lives.