The sight of her made the heart sing like a May morning.

No man could fear death in her company.
They tell how..." But he got no farther.

The girl's face was pale with fury, and she tore at her gold neck-chain till it snapped.
"Enough of your maid!" she cried.

"Maid, forsooth! The shame of her has gone throughout the land.

She is no maid, but a witch, a light-of-love, a blasphemer.