Every morning she distributed work to the maids, supervised the making of preserves and unguents, and afterwards passed her time in spinning, or in embroidering altar-cloths.

In response to her fervent prayers, God granted her a son! Then there was great rejoicing; and they gave a feast which lasted three days and four nights, with illuminations and soft music.
Chickens as large as sheep, and the rarest spices were served; for the entertainment of the guests, a dwarf crept out of a pie; and when the bowls were too few, for the crowd swelled continuously, the wine was drunk from helmets and hunting-horns.
The young mother did not appear at the feast.

She was quietly resting in bed.

One night she awoke, and beheld in a moonbeam that crept through the window something that looked like a moving shadow.

It was an old man clad in sackcloth, who resembled a hermit.