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Then she said unto me: And how may I, a poor damsel, give thee
gifts, and my kindred all greedy about me? Yet would I give thee a
gift, such as I may, if I but knew what thou wouldst take. Now my
heart was afire with that kissing of her shoulder, and I said that I
would have that very same smock from her body, which then she bore,
and that thereof I should deem that I had a rich gift indeed. What!
said she, and wouldst thou have it here and now? And indeed I think
she would have done it off her that minute had I pressed her, but I
lacked the boldness thereto; and I said: Nay, but would she bring it
unto me the next time we met; and forsooth she brought it folded in a
piece of green silk, and dearly have I loved it and kissed it
sithence. But as for thy smock, I had it fairly wrought and
embroidered with the flaming green branches, as thou seest it, and I
gave it to her; but not on the day when she gave me the gift; for the
new one was long about doing. Now this is all the tale, and how
Viridis might eke it into a long one, I wot not.


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