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I shall expect you this evening, and he went on his way. But Renelde, who was betrothed to a young wood-cutter called Guilbert, had no intention of obeying the Count, and she had, besides, to take care of her grandmother. Three days later the Count again passed by. 'Why didn't you come? he asked the pretty spinner.
Then at last his heart melted; he was sorry for all the evil he had done out of pride, and implored Renelde to forgive him. So Renelde forgave him, and went on spinning night and day. When the thread of the nettles was spun she wove it with her shuttle, and then cut the shroud and began to sew it.
Renelde hoped she had got rid of him, when one day he stopped at the door, his duck-gun under his arm and his game-bag on his shoulder. This time Renelde was spinning not hemp, but flax. 'What are you spinning? he asked in a rough voice. 'My wedding shift, my lord. 'You are going to be married, then? 'Yes, my lord, by your leave.
When they reached the bank they flung her in, and watched her sink, after which they left her. But Renelde rose to the surface, and though she could not swim she struggled to land. Directly she got home she sat down and began to spin. Again came the two soldiers to the cottage and seized the girl, carried her to the river bank, tied a stone to her neck and flung her into the water.
'I told you, my lord, that I have to look after my grandmother. 'Come to-morrow, and I will make you lady-in-waiting to the Countess, and he went on his way. This offer produced no more effect than the other, and Renelde did not go to the castle. 'If you will only come, said the Count to her when next he rode by, 'I will send away the Countess, and will marry you.
No doubt Renelde's spinning-wheel knew all about it. Was it not necessary that his body, as well as his shroud, should be ready for the burial? The first thing Burchard did was to send to Renelde and to stop her wheel. Renelde obeyed, and that evening Guilbert asked her: 'Has the Count given his consent to our marriage? 'No, said Renelde. 'Continue your work, sweetheart.
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.
Renelde gave her promise, but in the evening Guilbert arrived at the cottage. Seeing that the cloth was no farther advanced than it was the evening before, he inquired the reason. Renelde confessed that the Countess had prayed her not to let her husband die. 'Will he consent to our marriage? 'No. 'Let him die then. 'But what will the Countess say?
If Death was so slow in coming, it was because he was not ready to follow him, having no shroud for his burial. He sent to fetch Renelde, placed her by his bedside, and ordered her at once to go on spinning his shroud. Hardly had the spinner begun to work when the Count began to feel his pains grow less.
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