And on their return they said: “We can hear nothing of Anne-Mie.”
And Magtelt went up and stretched herself on her bed, and prayed to the good God to send her back her sweet comrade.
On the second day she went and sat before the glazed window, and without intermission looked out all day at the countryside and the falling snow, and watched to see if Anne-Mie were coming.
But Anne-Mie could not come.
And on the third day the lids of her eyes bled for weeping. And on that day the snow ceased falling, the sky became clear, the sun shone therein, and the earth was hard frozen.
And every day in the same place went and sat the sorrowing Magtelt, watching the countryside, thinking of Anne-Mie and saying nothing.
Sir Roel, seeing her so low-hearted, sent to Bruges for some blue cloth-of-scarlet, for her to make herself a dress, and fine Cyprian gold for the border, and fine gold buttons of rich workmanship.
Magtelt worked away at making this dress, but took no pleasure at all at the thought of all this fine apparel.
And so passed away the week, and each day Magtelt worked at her dress, saying nothing and singing never, but weeping oftentimes.
On the fifth day, when the dress was finished, well trimmed with the Cyprian gold and embellished with the rich buttons, the lady Gonde bade Magtelt don it, and then showed her her magnificence in a great mirror-glass; but Magtelt had no heart to be glad at seeing herself so beautiful, for she was thinking of Anne-Mie.