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 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 . Every evening , when his work was done , Guilbert came to visit his future bride . This evening he came as usual , and Renelde told him what Burchard had said . ` Would you like me to watch for the Wolf , and split his skull with a blow from my axe ? ' ` No , ' replied Renelde , ` there must be no blood on my bridal bouquet . And then we must not hurt the Count . Remember how good the Countess was to my mother . ' An old , old woman now spoke : she was the mother of Renelde 's grandmother , and was more than ninety years old . All day long she sat in her chair nodding her head and never saying a word . ` My children , ' she said , ` all the years that I have lived in the world , I have never heard of a shift spun from nettles . But what God commands , man can do . Why should not Renelde try it ? ' IV Renelde did try , and to her great surprise the nettles when crushed and prepared gave a good thread , soft and light and firm . Very soon she had spun the first shift , which was for her own wedding .
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