` 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 . She wove and cut it out at once , hoping that the Count would not force her to begin the other . Just as she had finished sewing it , Burchard the Wolf passed by . ` Well , ' said he , ` how are the shifts getting on ? ' ` Here , my lord , is my wedding garment , ' answered Renelde , showing him the shift , which was the finest and whitest ever seen . The Count grew pale , but he replied roughly , ` Very good . Now begin the other . ' The spinner set to work . As the Count returned to the castle , a cold shiver passed over him , and he felt , as the saying is , that some one was walking over his grave . He tried to eat his supper , but could not ; he went to bed shaking with fever .
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