Reluctantly he obeyed, and brought forth a ring, a circlet, and a girdle of surpassing workmanship, wrought in gold thick-crusted with emeralds. A cry of wonder went up from all the maidens.
"There's something else," said Maudlin; and without waiting thrust her hand into the bottom of the pouch and drew out a mesh of silver. It was so fine that it could be held and hidden in her two hands; yet when it fell apart it was a garment, as supple as rich silk. The four maids touched it softly and looked their longings.
"Are these your handicraft?" said Maudlin.
"Mine?" Harding uttered a short laugh. "Not I or any man can make such things."
"You are right," said Maudlin. "Wayland's self might acknowledge them. Smith, I will buy them of you."
"You cannot give me my price."
"Gold I know does not tempt you." She smiled and came close beside him.
"Then do not offer it."
"Shall it be steel?"
Harding's eyes swept her flower-like beauty. "Not from Queen Maudlin."