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the garden; but one may surely prevent it
from building its nest there!"
Thus thought the pious Abbess, and there
have been sisters who thought and acted like her.
But it is quite as sure that in the same garden
there stood a pear-tree, called the tree of death;
and the legend says of it, that whoever
approached and plucked its fruit would soon die.
Red and yellow pears weighed down its branches
to the ground. The trunk was unusual]y large;
the grass grew high around it, and many a
morning hour was it seen trodden down. Who
had been here during the night?
A storm arose one evening from the lake,
and the next morning the large tree was found
thrown down; the trunk was broken, and out
from it there rolled infants’ bones – the white
bones of murdered children lay shining in the
grass.
The pious but love-sick sister Ingrid, this
Vadstene’s Heloise, writes to her heart’s beloved,
Axel Nilsun – for the chronicles have preserved
it for us: –
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