century. Though this tale has never before been translated
into English, it is so like some tales familiar to childhood that
we recognize it as typical; and indeed most of its incidents
may be found in other medieval romances.1

Henno cum Dentibus, so called from the size of his teeth, found
the fairest of maidens in a shady grove by the Norman coast at
midday. She was sitting alone, clad in silken robes befitting a
princess, and weeping piteously without sound of lament, so beauti-
ful that even her tears became her. The youth caught fire at once.
He marvelled to see so precious a treasure unguarded, as it were
a star fallen from heaven bewailing contact with earth. He looked
about, for he feared some ambush in the covert; but, finding none,
he knelt to her and thus reverently addressed his supplication:
"Sweetest and brightest ornament of the whole world, whether
the benignity of a face that so awakens desire be of our mortal
lot or whether some divinity, wreathed with these flowers, robed in
this light, has vouchsafed herself to the sight of her worshippers
on earth, I rejoice, and thou mayest well rejoice, that it befalls
thee to alight in my power. Ah me! My thought bodes that I am
foreordained to thy service (glory to thee!); that thou hast turned
to the place of all places where thou are received with most desire."
She replied so innocently and dovelike that it might have been an
angel saying what would seduce any angel to her prayers: "Amia-

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