And then she sat all day by the spring, refusing to spread the linen on the grass to bleach.
"She was discontented with the old life of toil, and pouted crossly because duties called her when she wanted to do nothing but sit idly dreaming of the gay court scenes in which she had taken a bright, brief part.

The old flax-spinner's fingers trembled as she spun, when she saw the frowns, for she had given of her heart's blood to buy happiness for the maiden she loved, and well she knew there can be no happiness where frowns abide.

She felt that her years of sacrifice had been in vain.
"That night outside the castle gate Olga paused.

She had forgotten the charm.

The day's discontent had darkened her memory as storm clouds darken the sky.