It was early Spring the day I decided I would no longer go on that way.
I was fetching water from the well in the courtyard to help the Count have a bath. The cherry tree was blossoming, the sky was dotted with small round clouds, the well's depth enthralled me with its dark still water. As in a dream I brought the buckets into the kitchen and poured the water into a cauldron to warm it up. I knew ...