A Taste Of A Tale:

uture 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 wo