Green like rosemary, green like willow

She was dressed in the same green as when she had come to Camelot a year before. Her hair was dark green, like rosemary, and her face and arms were green too, like willow. Her green eyes glared at him, and she spoke scornfully to him, uttering words from her green mouth. Is it chivalry, she asked, to draw a sword upon a woman, to wield a weapon with so sharp a blade that it whistles when it passes and blows its breath upon her?

Image: Arthur Rackham illustration to 'Undine'