“So she went on till the beast was all burned up and the fire became naught but red embers, and then she ceased her song and sank down upon the grass, and laid her head back and so fell asleep; but I durst not move from the place, but cowered in the grass there, I know not how long, till she arose and came to me, and smote me with her foot and cried:  ’Rise up, fool! what harm hast thou?  Go milk thy goats and lead them to pasture.’  And therewith she strode away home, not heeding me.

“As for me, I arose and dealt with my goats as she bade me; and presently I was glad that I had not been slain, yet thenceforth was the joy of my life that I had had amongst my goats marred with fear, and the sounds of the woodland came to me mingled with terror; and I was sore afraid when I entered the house in the morning and the evening, and when I looked on the face of the woman; though she was no harder to me than heretofore, but maybe somewhat softer.

“So wore the autumn, and winter came, and I fared as I was wont, setting springes for fowl and small-deer.  And for all the roughness of the season, at that time it pleased me better than the leafy days, because I had less memory then of the sharpness of my fear on that day of the altar.  Now one day as I went under the snow-laden trees, I saw something bright and big lying on the ground, and drawing nearer I saw that it was some child of man:  so I stopped and cried out, ‘Awake and arise, lest death come on thee in this bitter cold,’ But it stirred not; so I plucked up heart and came up to it, and lo! a woman clad in fair raiment of scarlet and fur, and I knelt down by her to see if I might help her; but when I touched her I found her cold and stiff, and dead, though she had not been dead long, for no snow had fallen on her.  It still wanted more than an hour of twilight, and I by no means durst go home till nightfall; so I sat on there and watched her, and put the hood from her face and the gloves from her hands, and I deemed her a goodly and lovely thing, and was sorry that she was not alive, and I wept for her, and for myself also, that I had lost her fellowship.  So when I came back to the house at dark with the venison, I knew not whether to tell my mistress and tyrant concerning this matter; but she looked on me and said at once:  ‘Wert thou going to tell me of something that thou hast seen?’ So I told her all, even as it was, and she said to me:  ‘Hast thou taken aught from the corpse?’ ‘Nay,’ said I.  ’Then must I hasten,’ she said, ‘and be before the wolves.’  Therewith she took a brand from the fire, and bade me bear one also and lead her:  so did I easily enough, for the moon was up, and what with moon and snow, it was well nigh as bright as the day.  So when we came to the dead woman, my mistress kneeled down by her and undid the collar of her cloak, which I had not touched, and took something from her neck swiftly, and yet I, who was holding the torch, saw that it was a necklace of blue stones and green, with gold between—­Yea, dear Champion, like unto thine as one peascod is to another,” quoth she.