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 . ' But two years before , when Renelde 's mother was dying of a long illness , the Countess had not forgotten them , but had given help when they sorely needed it . So even if the Count had really wished to marry Renelde , she would always have refused . III Some weeks passed before Burchard appeared again . 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 . ' For at that time no peasant could marry without the leave of his master . ' I will give you leave on one condition . Do you see those tall nettles that grow on the tombs in the churchyard ? Go and gather them , and spin them into two fine shifts . One shall be your bridal shift , and the other shall be my shroud . 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 XXXXX all Locquignol had such a thing been heard of as the spinning of nettles .
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