A burgher of France had a wife who was extremely fair.
Once she was at a festival with other women of the city. And there was
present a very beautiful woman who was much looked at by all. The
burgher’s wife said to herself: if I had so fine a tunic as she has, I
should be no less looked at than she is.
She returned home to her husband and showed him a cross face.
Her husband asked her frequently why she was so aggrieved. And the
woman replied: because I am not dressed so that I can be with other
women. For at such and such a feast, the other women who were not so
fair as I am were looked at, but I was not for my ugly tunic. [52]
Then her husband promised her that with his first earnings he would buy
her a fine tunic.
But a few days passed when a burgher came to him and asked for the loan
of ten marks. And he offered him a gain of two marks at a certain date.
The husband replied: I will have none of it, for my soul would be in
danger of hell fire. And the wife said: Oh, you disloyal traitor, you
will not do it so that you need not buy me my tunic.
Then the burgher, through the urgings of his wife, lent the money for
an interest of two marks, and bought his wife the tunic. The wife went
to mass with the other women.
At that time there lived Merlin.
And one man spoke and said: by Saint John, that is a most fair lady.
And Merlin, the wise prophet, spoke and said: truly she is fair, if
only the enemies of God did not share that tunic with her.
And the lady turned and said: tell me in what way the enemies of God
have a share in my tunic.
He answered: lady, I will tell you. Do you remember when you went to a
certain feast, where the other women were more regarded than you
because of your ugly tunic? And you returned and showed yourself cross
to your husband? And he promised to buy you a tunic with his first
earnings? And a few days afterwards, a burgher came to borrow ten
marks, at a usury of two, whereon you urged your husband to do this? So
from this ungodly gain does your tunic come. Tell me, lady, if I have
erred in aught.
Certainly, sir, in naught have you erred, answered the lady. And God
forbid that such an ungodly tunic should remain upon me.
And before the whole crowd she doffed it, and begged Merlin to take it
and deliver her from such grievous peril.