27/57 Willebald is long dead; may he sleep in peace, He was no mate for me, but for what he gave me I repaid him in the coin he loved best. He was ever the burgher, like the child I bore him." "I had thought the marriage more fruitful. They spoke of two children, a daughter and a son." The woman turned round in her bed so that she faced him. The monkey whimpered and she cuffed its ears. Her face was sharp and exultant, and for a sick person her eyes were oddly bright. |