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"No, madam, I did not know that." "It is the custom in Germany. Alas, Morise, I repeat it, would that that wisp of straw had been a dagger! I would have died without undergoing my present agony. And now that I know about the murder of Wisigarde, my life will be but one long and cruel agony." "But, madam, you should have refused to wed the count, seeing he inspired you with such horror."
Finally, he held her throat so tight in both his large hands that her face became violet and she was strangled. After she lay dead, he went to bed with Martine." "Morise, I fear me the same fate for myself, some day. That terrible count will yet kill me." And shuddering over her whole frame, Godegisele dropped her head upon her bosom, and her distaff fell down at her feet.
And the unhappy woman, wholly losing her head in her terror, as she imagined herself on the point of being strangled like Wisigarde, who owed her death to her refusal to light her husband and his night's companion to the conjugal bed, hastened to stammer: "On the contrary if monseigneur wishes, I shall light him to his bed with this lamp." "Oh, madam!" Morise whispered to her mistress.
And so you assure me, Morise, that it is there on that spot that he killed her?" "Yes, madam, he threw her down with a kick she fell near that beam and then " "What ails you, Morise why do you tremble?" "Madam, madam, do you not hear?" "What? Everything is quiet." "There is someone walking in seigneur the count's room I hear the seats pushed about." "Oh, it is he it is my husband!"
I do not blame you, Morise. But answer me without lying: when you are with the count, you do not, do you, seek to irritate him against me? Alas, we know of slaves who have in that way caused the death of their mistresses, and who thereupon became their seigneur's wife."
"I have such an aversion for him, madam, that I swear I never open my mouth but to say 'yes' or 'no' in answer to any question that he may put to me. Moreover, since he is always intoxicated at night when he calls me in, he hardly speaks. You see I have neither the chance nor the wish of speaking to him against you." "Is that really true, Morise? Really?" "Yes, yes, madam."
"I dared not, Morise. Oh, he will surely kill me! Woe is me! He will kill me!" "Why think you, madam, that he will commit such a crime again? You never as much as whisper a word, whatever he may do or say. He abuses us, the female slaves, seeing he is master, and you never complain; you never set foot outside of the women's apartments, except for a short walk along the fosse of the burg.
One of them, named Morise, a young and handsome girl with raven-black hair who was sold to a noble Frank when ten years of age, spoke the language of the conquerors fluently, on account of which Godegisele conversed with her in preference.
Godegisele shuddered and could not withhold a fearful glance from her bracelets and robe, the latter of which was twice too large for her. "And for what reason did he kill her, Morise? What was it that angered him?" "He had drunk more than usual on that evening he entered here, where we now are, unsteady of foot. It was winter there was a fire in the hearth.
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