The young man in the immense solitude of his castle could not even see the baby. He hated to hear her cry; she was the product of the sin that developed in the castle. The services on their own looked for a wet nurse to nurse her.
A whole year went by like that. Until one day she decided. Inflexible he went to the room where the child was. He picked her up and took her with him.
His servants saw him walking; they guessed what he intended to do and one of them, closing the way, knelt before the young master.
-- I took my life, sir. He exchanged it for her. There is also her ...her sister's blood in the girl.
And so each one knelt before him, offering his life for that of the girl.
He took the horse and headed for the meadow.
Let fate decide.
A whole day on horseback and descended into the middle of the distant prairie.
The girl was crying from hunger and thirst. He left her abandoned in the middle of the meadow.