The lord went his way, and the peasant hied him homeward with the ring. His wife was at the window and saw him come; she ran to meet him.
“Hast brought it back?” asked she.
“I have.”
“Show it me!”
“Come within the chamber. I cannot show it thee outside.”
They entered the chamber, nor did the wife cease to repeat: “Show it me! Show it me!”
He placed the ring on his finger-nail, and his yard lengthened a cubit’s span; then he drew off his drawers, saying: “Behold, wife!”
The wife fell on his neck.
“My dear little husband, here is truly an instrument that will be better in our house than with strangers. Come swiftly and eat; then we will to bed and make trial of it.”
Forthwith she put upon the table all manner of meats and beverages, and they fell to eating and drinking. Having feasted, they betook themselves to bed. When he had pierced his wife with this yard, she, for three whole days, was ever peering ‘neath his garment; it seemed to her that the yard was ever thrusting between her legs.