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But she said: Dear sister Birdalone, here is my smock, which I lend
thee, but as to my love, I give it thee therewith; therefore grudge
it not, though thou give me back the linen, for happy will be the day
to me when I have it again; for now none may do it on me save the
Green Knight, my own love. Therewith she gave her the smock, and
kissed her, and Birdalone did it on, and felt the valianter and
mightier when she had a garment upon her.
Then Aurea did off her golden gown, and stood in smock alone, so that
her naked arms shone more precious than the golden sleeves that had
covered them. And she spake: Birdalone, dear messenger, take now my
golden gown, and send it back to me when thou hast found the man unto
whom it is due; and think meanwhile that, when thou wearest it, thou
wearest my love, and that when thou pullest it off, thou art clad
with my love instead of it.
So Birdalone did on the gown, and became to look on as the daintiest
of the queens of the earth; and she turned her head about to look on
her gold-clad flanks, and wondered.


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