work, but as no one lived in the stone house at Villaris, the steward had to oversee the women.  Their quarter consisted of a little group of houses, with a workroom, the whole surrounded by a thick hedge with a strong bolted gate, like a harem, so that no one could come in without leave.  Their workrooms were comfortable places, warmed by stoves, and there Ermentrude (who, being a woman, was allowed to go in) found about a dozen servile women spinning and dyeing cloth and sewing garments.  Every week the harassed steward brought them the raw materials for their work and took away what they made.  Charlemagne gives his stewards several instructions about the women attached to his manses, and we may be sure that the monks of St Germain did the same on their model estates.  ‘For our women’s work,’ says Charlemagne, ’they are to give at the proper time the materials, that is linen, wool, woad, vermilion, madder, wool combs, teasels, soap, grease, vessels, and other objects which are necessary.  And let our women’s quarters be well looked after, furnished with houses and rooms with stoves and cellars, and let them be surrounded by a good hedge, and let the doors be strong, so that the women can do our work properly.’[3] Ermentrude, however, has to hurry away after her gossip, and so must we.  She goes back to her own farm and sets to work in the little vineyard; then after an hour or two goes back to get the children’s meal and to spend the rest of the day in weaving warm woollen clothes for them.  All her friends are either working in the fields on their husbands’ farms or else looking after the poultry, or the vegetables, or sewing at home; for the women have to work just as hard as the men on a country farm.  In Charlemagne’s time (for instance) they did nearly all the sheep shearing.  Then at last Bodo comes back for his supper, and as soon as the sun goes down they go to bed; for their hand-made candle gives only a flicker of light, and they both have to be up early in the morning.  De Quincey once pointed out, in his inimitable manner, how the ancients everywhere went to bed, ’like good boys, from seven to nine o’clock’.  ’Man went to bed early in those ages simply because his worthy mother earth could not afford him candles.  She, good old lady ... would certainly have shuddered to hear of any of her nations asking for candles.  “Candles indeed!” she would have said; “who ever heard of such a thing? and with so much excellent daylight running to waste, as I have provided gratis!  What will the wretches want next?"’[4] Something of the same situation prevailed even in Bodo’s time.