E dixo ella biua el ſẽnor dios q̃ no e pan ſi nõ un poco de farina en la tinẏella. E un poco de olẏo ẽnaolẏera e q̃ero coger .ij. lẽnos e fer lo e pora mi q̃ comamos ⁊ nõ[sic] muramos
And she said, “As the Lord God lives, I have no bread, but only some flour in a jar and a little oil in anoil jug. And I want to gather a couple of logs and make it for myself, that we may eat it and not die”.