"Come in, in the name of the Lord," cried the Abbot.
The door opened, and a handsome young woman entered, whose fine, tall figure was poorly clad in miserable rags. She remained standing timidly at the door.
"Here is a woman who will be a mother to the child, if your reverence thinks proper."
"What is your name?"
"Berntrudis."
"Only think, after the pious waiting maid of the Lady Uta of Trasp, our noble foundress."
"She was my great-grandmother's sister."
"You come of a good stock, so I hope the fruit too is of a good sort," said the Abbot kindly.
The woman was modestly silent.
"I know you already by sight. You are the wife of the fisherman whose business it is to catch fish in the lake for the convent."