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.