Sigrid Undset's huge novel Kristin Lavransdatter is separated into three separate "books." The Wreath makes up the first "book" and opens with Kristin as a young child traveling with her father through the beautiful countryside of medieval Norway. So many light and dark shadows played all around her reflection - there was something she was just about to remember - and suddenly she felt as if she would faint away. She saw her own face rise up, white, from the water it came so close that she could see the golden crown above.
"Look at yourself now, Kristin," said Fru Aashild, and Kristin bent over the basin. The child pressed it down on her hair and ran over to the pool to see how she looked, now that she was adorned like a grown-up maiden about to go off to a dance. Then Kristin picked some blossoms and carefully bound them together with blades of grass until she had the loveliest, pinkest, and most tightly woven wreath. All around grew such a profusion of the finest pink tufts of flowers called valerian they were much redder and more beautiful here next to the mountain stream than back home near the river.
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