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Then her husband was alarmed, and asked: 'What ails you, dear

wife?' 'Ah,' she replied, 'if I can't eat some of the rampion,

which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die.' The man,

who loved her, thought: 'Sooner than let your wife die, bring her

some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will.' At

twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the

enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it

to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it

greedily. It tasted so good to her--so very good, that the next

day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to

have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the

garden. In the gloom of evening therefore, he let himself down

again; but when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly

afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him. 'How can

you dare,' said she with angry look, 'descend into my garden and

steal my rampion like a thief?