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Updated: May 22, 2025
The moment their backs were turned the stone untied itself. Renelde waded the ford, returned to the hut, and sat down to spin. This time the Count resolved to go to Locquignol himself; but, as he was very weak and unable to walk, he had himself borne in a litter. And still the spinner spun. When he saw her he fired a shot at her, as he would have fired at a wild beast.
The poor girl loved him with her whole soul, and she was more unhappy than she had been before, when Burchard was only tormenting her body. 'Let us have done with it, said Guilbert. 'Wait a little still, pleaded Renelde. But the young man grew weary. He came more rarely to Locquignol, and very soon he did not come at all. Renelde felt as if her heart would break, but she held firm.
For you shall be married the day that I am laid in my grave. And the Count turned away with a mocking laugh. Renelde trembled. Never in all Locquignol had such a thing been heard of as the spinning of nettles. And besides, the Count seemed made of iron and was very proud of his strength, often boasting that he should live to be a hundred.
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