“Not so,” said she, “for thou art stronger. But fear have I of the day when thou ridest forth in thy quest.”
“Well, as to that,” said he, “when I have overcome this false devil Flumen, then will we consider and appoint that day.”
So the delay continued, and Martimor was both busy and happy at the Mill, for he liked and loved this damsel well, and was fain of her company. Moreover the strife with Flumen was great joy to him.
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.