so bold as to ask him any questions.  When they had rowed a great way from the land, the Count bade them to strike the head from out the barrel.  He took that dame, his own child, who was so dainty and so fair, and thrust her in the tun, whether she would or whether she would not.  This being done he caused the cask to be made fast again with staves and wood, so that the water might in no manner enter therein.  Afterwards he dragged the barrel to the edge of the deck, and with his own hand cast it into the sea, saying,

“I commend thee to the wind and waves.”

Passing heavy was Messire Thibault at this, and the lady’s brother also, and all who saw.  They fell at the Count’s feet, praying him of his grace that she might be delivered from the barrel.  So hot was his wrath that he would not grant their prayer, for aught that they might do or say.  They therefore left him to his rage, and turning to the Heavenly Father, besought our Lord Jesus Christ that of His most sweet pity He would have mercy on her soul, and give her pardon for her sins.

The ship came again to land, leaving the lady in sore peril and trouble, even as the tale has told you.  But our Lord Jesus Christ, who is Lord and Father of all, and desireth not the death of a sinner, but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live—­as each day He showeth us openly by deed, by example and by miracle—­sent succour to this lady, even as you shall hear.  For a ship from Flanders, laden with merchandise, marked this barrel drifting at the mercy of winds and waters, before ever the Count and his companions were come ashore.  One of the merchants said to his comrades,

“Friends, behold a barrel drifting in our course.  If we may reach it, perchance we may find it to our gain.”

This ship was wont to traffic with the Saracens in their country, so the sailors rowed towards the barrel, and partly by cunning and partly by strength, at the last got it safely upon the deck.  The merchants looked long at the cask.  They wondered greatly what it could be, and wondering, they saw that the head of the barrel was newly closed.  They opened the cask, and found therein a woman at the point of death, for air had failed her.  Her body was gross, her visage swollen, and the eyes started horribly from her head.  When she breathed the fresh air and felt the wind blow upon her, she sighed a little, so that the merchants standing by, spoke comfortably to her, but she might not answer them a word.  In the end, heart and speech came again to her.  She spoke to the chapmen and the sailors who pressed about her, and much she marvelled how she found herself amongst them.  When she perceived that she was with merchants and Christian men she was the more easy, and fervently she praised Jesus Christ in her heart, thanking Him for the loving kindness which had kept her from death.  For this lady was altogether contrite in heart, and earnestly desired to amend her life towards God, repenting the trespass she had