The ExposureThere was no need of that at all, for the infant which the maiden mother brought in her hour to the light of day screamed to heart’s content, a boy so finely shaped and well made that it was a marvel to see, with long lashes, longish skull, brown hair, and lovely features, like the mother and also the uncle, in short so pretty that Dame Eisengrein confessed: ‘Indeed and deed, I had wished me a mægde, but this one here is quite right with me.’
Six months had her dear prisoner sat in the chamber like a Strasbourg goose, then she came to her labour and lying-in, with the lady of the castle quite alone to aid her, for it must all come about without scandal and the midwif allowed no one in. That was hot work, for although it was the summer season, Dame Eisengrein had fanned up a bl
