They sprung up even in the well-trodden floor of the cottage , and as fast as they were uprooted the distaff gathered to itself a supply of nettles , crushed , prepared , and ready for spinning . And every day Burchard grew worse , and watched his end approaching . VI Moved by pity for her husband , the Countess at last found out the cause of his illness , and entreated him to allow himself to be cured . But the Count in his pride refused more than ever to give his consent to the marriage . So the lady resolved to go without his knowledge to pray for mercy from the spinner , and in the name of Renelde 's dead mother she besought her to spin no more . 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 ? ' ` The Countess will understand that it is not your fault ; the Count alone is guilty of his own death . ' ` Let us wait a little . Perhaps his heart may be softened . ' So they waited for one month , for two , for six , for a year . The spinner spun no more . The Count had ceased to persecute her , but he still refused his consent to the marriage . Guilbert became impatient . 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 .
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