Little Maud walks to wooden barn where she milks a cow in early dawn then trudges back through thick mud in freezing cold to castle kitchen hall.
Flash of light from thick wet muck blinds her blue eyes for a moment so she kneels and grasps a long stick and pulls star mirror from dark dirt.
Dunking mirror in freezing stream little Maud washes strange object clean and gasps to see round silver disk that reveals face of a beautiful queen.
Hiding star mirror inside her cloak little Maud steps inside hot kitchen where large Alis shouts you ugly pig what took you so long to bring us milk.
After baking fifty loaves of bread and dicing seven bushels of turnips little Maud runs to her small shack leaning against towering castle walls.
Little Maud gazes in shining glass with awe at beautiful elegant queen whose eyes are blue as summer sky and hair is gold as shimmering wheat.
What strange painting is this she smiles full of magic from hand of a sorceress that she moves and talks in time with me and always smiles at me like a friend.
What a pretty gown of scarlet silk sewn with pure white pearls of light and what a bright tall ring of gold studded with diamonds and rubies.
Little Maud hears church bells ring so she steps outside her frail shack when a dozen women in white robes whisk her away to a warm bath house.
Washing her clean in tub of water and dressing her in a scarlet gown they braid her long soft golden hair and place a crown on her bowed head.
Riding a horse with attendant ladies little Maud gazes in mirror surprised wondering why they treat her so well as if they thought she were a princess.
Galloping from woods of wild crows tall man on a horse rides to her side then grasps her braids with a shout and pulls her down onto dusty road.
Shouting as he glares into her eyes he cries so you refuse to be my wife declaring you are far above my station because you are granddaughter of a king.
I sent you a letter with a romantic song hoping to win loyal love of your heart but when you rejected my proposal I rode straight to Flandria on my horse.
So I am a ******* because my mother was daughter of a poor flour miller and you are too high and mighty for me then you can reign over wind and dust.
Just because you are a great princess granddaughter of wise King Robert and descendant of Charles Magnus does not mean you are better than me.
I am good William Duke of Normandia and though men have tried to **** me a hundred times since I was but twelve yet I reign supreme over all my land.
Flipping his cape with an angry growl William turns to leap back on his horse but Maud grips his arm with a smile and kisses his mouth with eager desire.
Pressing close to his heaving chest Matilda slips hands behind his head and opens soft lips to taste his soul and two hearts beat as one wild hawk.
Leaving him stunned with wide eyes little Maud leaps back on her horse and smoothing her long scarlet gown she smiles and rides forth to her chapel.
Sitting in chapel by sparkling river little Maud gazes deep in star mirror and smiles when she sees William appear behind her with flushed cheeks.
William and Matilda sit side by side in small stone chapel by crystal stream and drink together from holy grail smiling at each other with loving eyes.