And thus she seyde in hire benigne voys,
"Fareweel my child! I shal thee nevere see.
But sith I thee have marked with the croys
Of thilke Fader – blessed moote he be! –
That for us deyde upon a croys of tree,
Thy soule, litel child, I hym bitake,
For this nyght shaltow dyen for my sake."
– Geoffrey Chaucer
The Canterbury Tales, The Clerk’s Tale. Having blessed her child with the sign of the cross, Griselda entrusts her soul to Jesus who died on a cross for us, as that night her daughter would die for her sake.