VI

How the Month of May came to the Mill, and the Delay was Made Longer

Now when the month of May came to the Mill it brought a plenty
of sweet flowers, and Lirette wrought in the garden. With
her, when the day was spent and the sun rested upon the edge
of the hill, went Martimor, and she showed him all her flowers
that were blue. But none of them was like the flower on his
shield.

"Is it this?" she cried, giving him a violet. "Too dark,"
said he.

"Then here it is," she said, plucking a posy of
forget-me-not.

"Too light," said he.

"Surely this is it," and she brought him a spray of
blue-bells.

"Too slender," said he, "and well I ween that I may not
find that flower, till I ride farther in my quest and achieve
great adventure."

Then was the Maid cast down, and Martimor was fain to
comfort her.

So while they walked thus in the garden, the days were