Part 2

" A girl from the town, a plain girl, was betrayed by
her lover,
a scholar. So when her blood stooped flowing,
and her belly swole beyond disguising,
she went to him, and wept hot tears. He stroke her
hair,
swore that they would marry, that they would run,
in the night,
together,
to his aunt. She believed him;
even though she had seen the glances in the hall
he gave to his master's daughter,
who was fair, and rich, she believed him.

Or she believed that she believed

"There was something sly about his smile,
his eyes so black and sharp, his hair, dark as night. Something
that sent her early to their secret place,
beneath the oak, beside the thornbush,
something that made her climb the tree and wait...