They
were all charmed with the sweet face of Constance, and Dame Hennegilde,
the governor's wife, on the instant loved her as her life. So this
noble couple took her home and made much of her. But Constance was so
mazed with the peril she had passed that she could scarcely remember
who she was or whence she came, and could answer naught to all their
questionings.
While she lived with the good Hennegilde, a young knight began to love
her, and sued for her love in return. But he was so wicked that
Constance would not heed him. This made him very angry. He swore in
his heart that he would have revenge. He waited until one night when
the governor was absent, and going into the room where Dame Hennegilde
lay, with Constance sleeping in the same chamber, this wicked knight
killed the good lady. Then he put the dripping knife into the hand of
Constance, and smeared her face and clothes with blood, that it might
appear she had done the deed.
When the governor returned and saw this dreadful sight, he knew not
what to think.
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