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This is an I Heart Podcast. Guaranteed Human. Hi, it's Jo Interesting, host of the Spirit Daughter podcast, where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And today I'm talking with my dear friend, Christa Williams. It can change you in the best way possible, dance with the change, dance with the breakdowns, the embodiment of Pisces Intuition with Capricorn Power Moves. So I'm like delusionally proud of my chart. Listen to the Spirit Daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcast. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast, Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we unpack the story of an unimaginable tragedy that gripped the UK in 2023. But what if we didn't get the whole story? The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapsed. But if the truth was disguised by a story we chose to believe. Oh my god, I think she might be innocent. Listen to Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. This is Special Agent Regal, Special Agent Bradley Hall. In 2018, the FBI took down a ring of spies working for China's Ministry of State Security, one of the most mysterious intelligence agencies in the world. The Sixth Bureau podcast is a story of the inner workings of the MSS, and how one man's ambition and mistakes opened its vault of secrets. Listen to the Sixth Bureau on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Clayton Nekkerd, and 2022. I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. But here's the thing. Bachelor fans hated him. If I could press a button and rewind it all I would. That's when his life took a disturbing turn. A one night stand would end in a courtroom. The media is here. This case has gone viral. The dating contract. Agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. This is unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'm Stephanie Young. Listen to Love Trap on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. But Club Club Club Club Club Club Club Club Club. Hello and welcome to Club Club Club Club Club. The only book club where you don't have to do the reading because I do it for you. And if you thought that introduction didn't make much sense, well, we're going to read medieval literature today. But I actually think the story we're going to read makes sense. I think it's really funny. I think it's a good story. This week we have a funny story for you. This is a story from the Decamaron, which is a verified ye oldie collection of stories thought to have been written in Italian between 1348 and 1353 by a guy named Giovanni Baccaccio. The overarching thread between these stories, if you haven't seen the, there's a TV show that gets a lot of the basic ideas of it that came out recently. That's pretty good. The overarching thread between the tales is that 10 young people are sheltering quarantine from the Black Death and a Piazza outside of Florence and take turns telling each other's stories to pass the time. Each day, one of them is appointed monarch and chooses a topic for the day, such as clever replies that save the speaker or tricks that women play on men. The Decamaron tackles themes of love, wit, practical jokes, erotics, and life lessons, and it covers an awful lot of ground in the 900 pages it spans. And we're going to read you the entire thing from beginning to, no, wait, no, we're not. We're going to read you one of the stories. You have probably heard of Dante's Inferno, a long Italian epic poem about the speaker descending into hell and how it shaped both the Italian language and our ideas about hell. The Ferno is actually the first part of three poems, the latter two being purgatory and paradise, that together are called the divine comedy. This is weirdly enough in contrast to the Decamaron, which is often called the human comedy. The Decamaron is at its core just about people who are trying to live their life and enjoy the good times while they can, which is apt for a plague story. A lot of stories of this time, like Dante's Inferno or the Canterbury Tales, are very focused on piety and going to church and submitting to God. The Decamaron, instead, is actually pretty anti-clarical, and it features a lot of priests behaving poorly and succumbing to their human natures. It was even banned by the Catholic Church on and off throughout the 1500s, and whom amongst us wasn't banned by the Catholic Church throughout the 1500s. This story today is from the third day. It is the eighth story of that day. Today's theme is "Ruases in Courtship," and the narrator of this story is a young lady named Loreta, who we don't know very much also about. Normally, we just read you this story, right? We like to trust our audiences to figure out what's going on in the stories we choose, but because this story is written in a more archaic sentence structure, I'm going to give you a pretty high-level view of what happens to help you follow. If you're like, "Oh, no, spoilers." There's two overviews in the first couple paragraphs of this story. That is a way that people wrote really intentionally back when this was written. It is period accurate for me to tell you what happens in this story before you hear it. Honestly, there's some vows and doists and me see myth, sobs and stuff in there. You might want to. I needed to know what it was about before I read it. All right, you've got this guy named Ferondo. He's really shitty to his wife, and he is not very intelligent. They go to church and they meet the abbot, who the wife confides in, asking for help. The abbot was very pious in all things except women. Immediately sees an opportunity with the wife's help. They fake the husband's death by giving him a sleeping draft and bury his body. The abbot then redigs up the husband's grave, who's still comatose, and locks him inside a pitch-black mausoleum with a monk from the next town over who convinces the husband once he wakes up that he has died and gone to purgatory. And being not very intelligent and also kind of evil, the husband believes the guy, believes the monk. And this carries on for six months while the wife and the abbot who is dressed in her husband's clothes have a very sweet and tender affair together. She eventually gets pregnant and they decide it's time to get the husband back out of the tomb and help raise this baby. They stage a resurrection for the husband and again being stupid and gullible. He continues to believe all the things that they claim happened to him. But he's learned his lesson from the quote-unquote dying and treats her right now and is really sweet to the kid. And this wife gets to continuously put the abbot on the side because why not? Anyway, it's a fun story. The eighth story from the Decameron by Giovanni Bocaccio. Day the Third. Ferondo, having swallowed a certain powder, is entombed for dead and being taken forth of the subalquer by the abbot who enjoyeth his wife the while, is put in prison and given to believe that he is in purgatory, after which he raised up again, he reereth for his own, a child begotten of the abbot on his wife. The end being come of Amelia's long story, which had not with all for its length been unpleasing to any of the company, Nay, but was held of all the ladies to have been briefly narrated, having regard to the number and diversity of the incidents therein recounted. The queen, having with a mere sign intimated her pleasure to Loreta, gave her occasion to begin thus. Fearless ladies, they're a curth to me to tell you a true story which hath much more semblance of falsehood than that which it indeed is and which hath been recalled to my mind by hearing one to have been bewept and buried for another. I purpose then to tell you how a live man was entombed for dead and how, after he and many other folk believed himself to have come forth of the subalchre as one raised from the dead by reason whereof he was adored as a saint who should rather have been condemned as a criminal. There was then and yet is in Tuscany an abbey situate like as we see many thereof in a place not over much frequented of men, whereof a monk was made abbot, who was a very holy man and everything, save in the matter of women. And in this he contrived to do so wearily that well-nigh none, not to say new, but even suspected him thereof, for that he was holden exceedingly godly and just in everything. It chanced that a very wealthy farmer, by the name Ferondo, contracted a great intimacy with him, a heavy, clawed-pate fellow and dull-witted beyond measure, whose commerce pleased the abbot, but for that his simplicity whilees afforded him some diversion. And in the course of their acquaintance, the latter perceived that Ferondo had a very handsome woman to wife, of whom he became so passionately enamored that he thought of nothing else day or night, but hearing that simple and shallow-witted as Ferondo was in everything else. He was shrewd enough in the matter of loving and guarding his wife, he well-nighed as spared of her. However, like a very adroit man as he was, he wrought on such wise with Ferondo that he came wilds with his wife to take his pleasant in the abbot garden, and there he very demirily entertained them with discourse of the bea-tude of life-aturnal and of the pious works of many men and women of time has passed, in so much that the lady was taken with the desire to confess herself to him and asked and had Ferondo's leave thereof. Accordingly to the abbot's exceeding pleasure, she came to confess to him and seating herself at his feet before she proceeded to say other what began thus, "Sir, if god had given me a right husband or had given me none, it would be like be easy to me, with the help of your exhortations to enter upon the road which you say leadeth folk unto life-aturnal. But I, having regard what Ferondo is and to his witlessness, may style myself a widow, and yet I am married in as much as he living I can have no other husband, and dull to see is he is without any cause, so out of all measure jealous of me that by reason thereof I cannot live with him otherwise than intribulation and misery. Wherefore, air I come to other confession, I humbly besiege you, as most I may, that it may please you to give me some counsel concerning this. For that, in the occasion of my well-doing begin not therefrom, confession or other good work will profit me little." This speech gave the abbot great satisfaction and him seemed fortunate, had opened him the way to his chief desire. Wherefore, daughter, quote, "he, I can well believe that it must be a sore annoy for a fair and dainty dame such as you are, to have a blockhead to husband. But a much greater me see-mouth, to have a jealous man. Wherefore, you have both the one and the other. I can lightly credit that to which you of out of your tribulation." But for this speaking briefly I see neither counsel nor remedy save one, the witch is that Ferondo be cured of this jealousy. The medicine that will cure him I know very well how to make, provided you have the heart to keep secret that which I shall tell you. "Father, mine," answered the lady, "have no fear of that, for I would like your suffer death until any that which you admit may not repeat. But how may this be done?" Quote the abbot. And we would have him cured, it behoveth of necessity that he go to purgatory. But how, as she, can he go with her alive? This must he die," replied the abbot, "and so govither, and when as he shall have suffered such penances shall suffice to purge him of his jealousy, we will pray God with certain orisons that he restore him to this life, and he will do it." "Then," said the lady, "am I to become a widow?" "I," answered the abbot, "for a certain time wherein you must look well, you suffer not yourself to be married again, for that God would take an ill part." And when as Farando returned hither, it would behoveth you to return to him, and he would then be more jealous than ever." Quote she, "provided he but be cured of this calamity, so it may not be above me a bite in prison on my life. I am content, do as it please with you." And I will do it, rejoined he, "but what geared on am I to have for such a service?" "Father," answered the lady, "you shall have whatsoever pleased with you, so but it be in my power. But what could the like of me that may be fit such a man as yourself?" "Madame," replied the abbot, "you can do no less for me than that which I undertake to do for you. For that, like as I am disposed to do that which is to be your wheel and your solacement, even so can you do that which will be the saving and assainment of my life." Quote she, "and it be so I am ready." Then said the abbot, "you must give me your love and vouchsave me satisfaction of yourself, for whom I am all a fire with love and languishment." The lady hearing this was all a gasp and answered, "A lack, Father, mine, what is this you ask? Me thought you were a saint. Doth it be seem holy men to require women who come to them for counsel of such things?" "Fair my soul," rejoined the abbot, "marvel not for that sanctity, no wise a bedeth by this, seeing it hath it seat in the soul and that which I ask of you as a sin of the body." But be that as it may, your ravishing beauty hath such might that love constraineth me to do thus. And I tell you that you may glory in your charms over all other women, considering that they please holy men who are used to look upon the beauties of heaven. Moreover, abbot though I be, I am a man like another and am as you see, not yet old. Nor should this that I ask be grievous of you to do. Nay, you should rather desire it. For that, what while forandowed Sir Jernith in purgatory, I will bury you company by night and render you that solacement which he should give you. Nor shall any ever come to know of this. For that everyone believe of me that, and more than that which you but now believe of me. Reject not the grace that God sendeth you, for there be women enough who covet that which you may have and shall have if, like a wise woman, you harkened to my counsel. Moreover, I have fair and precious jewels which I purpose shall belong to none other than yourself. Do then for me, sweet by hope. At which I willingly do for you. The lady hung her head, knowing not how to deny him. Liles to her seemed it were ill-done to grant him what he asked, but the abbot, seen that she harkened and hesitated to reply, and him seeming he had already have converted her, followed up his first words with many others, and stayed not till he had persuaded her that she would do well to comply with him. Accordingly, she said, blushing, that she was ready to do his every commandment, but might not avail there too till such time as forondo should be gone to purgatory. Whereupon quote the abbot exceeding well pleased, and we will make shift to send him vither in continent. Do you but can thrive that he come hither tomorrow or next day to sejourn with me? So saying he privily put a very handsome ring into her hand and dismissed her. The lady rejoiced at the gift and looking to have others rejoined her companions, to whom she fell to relating marvelous things of the abbot sanctity and presently returned home with them. And do you know what else will return home with you? Sweet, sweet deals on products and services. They're going to come right on home with you. Hi, this is Joe Winterstein, host of the spirit daughter podcast where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And I just sat down with a mini driver. The Irish traveler said when I was 16, you're going to have a terrible time with men. Actor, storyteller, and unapologetic aquarium visionary. Aquarius is all about freedom loving and different perspectives. And I find a lot of people with strong placements and Aquarius like are misunderstood. A son and Venus and Aquarius in her seventh house spark her unconventional approach to partnership. He really has taught me to embrace people sleeping in different rooms on different houses and different places, but just an embracing of the isness of it all. If you're navigating your own transformation or just want a chart side view into how a leading artist integrates astrology, creativity, and real life, this episode is a must list in. Listen to the spirit daughter podcast starting on February 24th on the iHeart Radio app Apple podcast or wherever you listen to your podcast. I'm Clayton Nackered and in 2022, I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. Unfortunately, it didn't go according to plan. He became the first bachelor to ever have his final rose rejected. The internet turned on him. But what happened to Clayton after the show made even bigger headlines. It began as a one night stand and ended in a courtroom with Clayton at the center of a very strange paternity scandal. The media is here. The dating contract. Agreed to date me, but I'm also suing you. I'm Stephanie Young. This is Love Trapped. This season an epic battle of he said she said and the search for accountability in a sea of lies. Listen to Love Trapped on the iHeart Radio app Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Hey, I'm Jay Chetty, host of the on purpose podcast. I'm joined by Luke Cohns, award winning country music artist and one of the most authentic voices in music today. Luke opens up about success, self-doubt, mental health and what it really takes to stay true to who you are when your life changes overnight. I hate fame. I hate the word celebrity. I hate those words that you make me uncomfortable. But I think when you get to a certain point, the fame or the success or the influence, it just accentuates and exacerbates the inherent person that you are. The guy that says he's always going to be there and that we'll do anything to be there is the only guy that's not there. I'm in Australia when Bo is born. My whole identity is that no matter what, I'm going to prioritize my wife and my children. Over my job, I dread the conversation with my son. What do you think you'd say? Listen to on purpose with Jay Chetty on the iHeart Radio app Apple Podcast or wherever you get your podcasts. In 2023, a story gripped the UK, evoking horror and disbelief. Everyone thought they knew how it ended. A verdict, a villain, a nurse named Lucy Lepi. Lucy Lepi has been found guilty. The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox and in the new podcast Doubt, the case of Lucy Lepi, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it, to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Lepi was. No voicing of any skepticism or doubt. It'll cause so much harm at every single level of the British establishment of this is wrong. Listen to Doubt, the case of Lucy Lepi on the iHeart Radio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. And we're back. A few days after Ferondo repaired to the abbey, whom, when as the abbot saw, he cast about to send him to purgatory. Accordingly, he sought out a powder of marvelous virtue, which he had gotten in the parts of the leavent of a great prince who avouched it to be that which was want to be used by the old man of the mountain. When as he would feign send anyone sleeping into his paradise or bring him forth thereof, and that according as more or less thereof was given, without doing any hurt, it made him who took it sleep more or less time on such wise that whilst it's virtue lasted, none would say he had life in him. So this he took as much as might suffice to make a man sleep three days and putting it into a beaker of wine that was not yet well cleared gave it to Ferondo to drink in his cell. Without the latter suspecting aunt, after which he carried him into the cloister and there with some of his monks fell to making sport of him in his done series. Nor was it long before the powder working. Ferondo was so taken with so sudden and overpowering a drowsiness that he slumbered as yet he stood afoot and presently fell down fast asleep. The abbot made a show of being concerned at this accident and letting untrust him, caused fetched cold water and cast it in his face and to say many other remedies of his fashion, as if he would recall the strayed life in senses from the oppression of some fumosity of the stomach or what not like affection that had you served them. The monks, seeing that for all this he came not to himself and feeling his pulse but finding no sign of life in him, all held it for certain that he was dead. Accordingly they sent to tell his wife and his kin folk who all came with their forthright and the lady having bewebbed him a while with her kin's women. The abbot caused lay him glad as he was in a tomb, whilst the lady returned to her house and giving out that she meant never to part from a little son, whom she had by her husband, abode at home and occupied herself with the governance of the child and the wealth which had been Ferondo's. Meanwhile the abbot arose stealthily in the night and with the aid of a bullenese monk, in whom he much trusted and who was that day come thither from Bologna, took up Ferondo out of the tomb and carried him into a vault, in which there was no light to be seen and which had been made for prison of such of the monks as she made default and not. There they pulled off his garments and clothing him in monk fashion, laid him on a truss of straw and there left him against he should recover his senses while the bullenese monk having been instructed by the abbot of that which he had to do without any else knowing what ought thereof, receded to await his coming to himself. On the morrow the abbot accompanied by a sundry of his monks, be took himself by way of visitation to the house of the lady, whom he found clad in black and in great tribulation and having comforted her a while, he softly required her for promise. The lady finding herself free and on hindered a Ferondo or any other and seen on his finger another fine ring, replied that she was ready and appointed him to come to her that same night. Gordily night come, the abbot disguised in Ferondo's clothes and accompanied by the monk his confidante, repaired the thither to lay with her in the utmost light and pleasance till the morning, when he returned to the abbot. After this he very often made the same journey on a like errand and being wiles encountered coming or going, of one or another villagers, it was believed he was Ferondo who went about those parts to independence, by reason whereof many strange stories were after brooded about among the simple country folk, and this was more than once reported to Ferondo's wife, who well knew what it was. As for Ferondo, when he recovered his senses and found himself he knew not where, the Bollini's monk came into him with a horrible noise and lane hold of him, gave him a sound rubbing with a rod he had in his hand. Ferondo weeping and crying out did not but ask, "Where am I?" to which the monk answered, "Thou art in purgatory. How?" cried Ferondo, "Am I that dead?" "I, Sirta," said the other, whereupon Ferondo felt bmonying himself and his wife and child, saying the oddest things in the world. Presently the monk brought him somewhat of meat and drink, but Ferondo seen, "What?" cried he, "Do the dead eat?" "I, they do," answered the monk. This is what I bring thee is what the woman thy wife that was sent this morning to the church to let say masses for thy soul, and God the Lord willeth, that it be made over to thee. With Ferondo, "God grants her a good year. I still cherished her ear I died, in so much that I held her all night in mine arms and did not but kiss her, and to other thing also I did when I had a mind there too." Then being very sharp set, he felt to eating and drinking and him seeing the wine was not over good. "Lord can found her," quote he, "why did she not give the priest wine of the cask against the wall?" After he had eaten, the monk laid hold of him anew and gave him another sound beating with the same rod. Where at Ferondo roared out lustily and said, "O lack, why does thou this to me?" quote the monk, "because thus hath God the Lord, or dain that it be done unto thee twice every day. And for what cause?" As Ferondo, "because," answered the monk, "Thou was jealous, having the best woman in the country to wife." "Alas," said Ferondo. Thou sayst, "sooth, eh?" And the kindest creature, she was sweeter than syrup, but I knew not that God the Lord held it for ill that a man should be jealous, else I had not been so." Quote the monk, "Thou should have be thought thyself of that, when as thou wasst below, and have abended thee thereof, and should it be tied that thou ever returned wither? Look thou, so have it in mind, that which I do unto thee at this present that thou be never more jealous." "What?" said Ferondo. "Do the dead ever return wither?" "I," answered the monk, "um God willeth." "Mary," cried Ferondo, "and if I ever return wither, I will be the best husband in the world. I will never beat her nor give her an ill word. Except it be a net to the wine she sent hither this morning, and for that she sent no candles, so it behoved me to eat in the dark." "Nee," said the monk. She sent candles enough, but they were all burnt for the masses. "True," rejoined Ferondo. "In assuredly, and I return wither, I will let her do what she will, but tell me, who art thou that uses to me thus?" Quote the monk, "I am also dead. I was of Sardinia, and for that of four time I much commended a master of mine of being jealous. I have been doomed of God to this punishment that I must give thee to eat and drink and beat thee thus, till such time as God shall ordain other what of thee and of me." Then said Ferondo. "Is there none here other than we twain?" "I," answered the monk. There be folk by the thousands, but thou canst neither see nor hear them, nor they thee." Quote Ferondo. "And how far are we from our own countries?" A cod replied the other. We are distant thence more miles than we can well cack at about. "Faith," rejoined the farmer, "that is far enough. May seemeth we must be out of the world, and it be so much as all that. And do you know what else is out of this world? It's the deals that are offered by the sponsors of this show." Hi, this is Jointerstein, host of the Spirit Dollar Podcast, where we talk about astrology, natal charts, and how to step into your most vibrant life. And I just sat down with a mini-driver. The Irish traveler said when I was 16, "You're going to have a terrible time with men." Actor, storyteller, and unapologetic, aquarium visionary. Aquarius is all about freedom-loving and different perspectives. And I find a lot of people with strong placements and Aquarius are misunderstood. He really has taught me to embrace people sleeping in different rooms on different houses and different places, but just an embracing of the isness of it. If you're navigating your own transformation or just want a chart side view into how a leading artist integrates astrology, creativity, and real life, this episode is a must listen. Listen to the Spirit Dollar Podcast starting on February 24th on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to your podcast. I'm Clayton Nackered, and in 2022, I was the lead of ABCs, The Bachelor. It began as a one-night stand and ended in a courtroom, with Clayton at the center of a very strange paternity scandal. The media is here, this case has gone viral. The dating contract. I agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. I'm Stephanie Young. This is Love Trap. This season, an epic battle of he said she said, and the search for accountability in a sea of lies. I have done nothing to get hurted by the [bleep] bachelor! Hey, I'm Jay Chetty, host of the on-purpose podcast. I'm joined by Luke Cohns, award-winning country music artist, and one of the most authentic voices in music today. Luke opens up about success, self-doubt, mental health, and what it really takes to stay true to who you are when your life changes overnight. I hate fame. I hate those words that you made me uncomfortable. But I think when you get to a certain point, the fame, or the success, or the influence, it just accentuates and exacerbates the inherent person that you are. The guy that says he's always going to be there, and that we'll do anything to be there, is the only guy that's not there. My whole identity is that no matter what, I'm going to prioritize my life and my children. Listen to on-purpose wjshati on the iHAR radio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. The nurse who should have been in charge of caring for tiny babies is now the most prolific child killer in modern British history. A verdict? A villain? A nurse named Lucy Lepi. A moment you look at the whole picture of the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast Doubt, the case of Lucy Lepi, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it, to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Lepi was. It'll cause so much harm at every single level of the British establishment of this role. Listen to Doubt, the case of Lucy Lepi, on the iHART radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Andre Beck. In such and the like discourse was Fernando entertained half a score months while eating and drinking and beating. But while the Abbott assiduously visited the fair lady, without miscarriage, and gave himself the goodliest time in the world with her. At last, as ill luck would have it, the lady found herself with child, and straight away acquainted the Abbott therewith. Wherefore, it seemed well to them both that Fernando should without delay be recalled from purgatory to life and returned to her. So she might have out yourself with child by him. Accordingly, the Abbott the same night caused call to Fernando in prison, with a counterfeit voice saying, "Ferrando, take comfort for it is God's pleasure that thou return to the world, where thou shall have a son by thy wife whom look thou, name Benedict. For that by the prayers of thy holy Abbott and of thy wife, and for the love of Saint Benedict, he doth thee this favor." Fernando, hearing this, was exceedingly rejoiced and said, "It likeeth me well, Lord grant me a good year to see your Lord Almighty, and to the Abbott and Saint Benedict, and my cheesy, sweet, honey wife." The Abbott let give him, in the wine that he sent him, so much of the powder afr said, "I should cause him to sleep, maybe four hours, with the aid of his monk, having put his own clothes on him, restored him privily to the tomb wherein he had been buried." Next morning at break of day, Fernando came to himself in a spying light to think what he had not seen for a good ten months, through some crevice of the tomb, doubted not but he was alive again. Accordingly he fell to bawling out, "Open to me, open to me!" And heaving so lustily at lid of the tomb with his head that he stirred it, so that was eth to move, and had begun to move it away, when the monks having now made an end of saying matins, ran thither and new Ferrando's voice and saw him and act to come forth of the subalchre, whereupon all aghast for the strangeness of the case, they took to their heels and ran to the Abbott, who made a show of rising from prayer and said, "My sons have no fear, take the cross in the holy water and follow after me, so we may see that which God willeth to show forth to us of his might." And as he said, "So he did." Now Ferrando was come forth of the subalchre all pale, as well might he be who had so long a bit in without seeing the sky. As soon as he saw the Abbott, he ran to cast himself at his feet and said, "Father, mine, according to that which hath been revealed to me, your prayers and those of St. Benedict and my wife have delivered me from the pains of Pergatorian, restored me to life. Wherefore I pray, God, to give you a good year and good collens now and always." Quote the Abbott, "Praised be God in his might, go my sons since he hath sent thee back hither, comfort thy wife, who hath been still in tears since thou departest this life, and henceforth be a friend and servant of God." "Sir," replied Ferrando, "so hath it indeed been said to me, only leave me do for as soon as I find her, I shall bust her, such good will do I bear her." The Abbott left alone with his monks, made a great show of wonderment at this miracle, and caused a voutly sing, Missouri, therefore. As for Ferrando, he returned to his village, where all who saw him fled, as men used to do from things frightful. But he called them back and avouched himself to be raised up again. His wife, unlike wise, feigned to be a dread of him, but after the folk were somewhat reassured, annt him, and saw that he was indeed alive. They questioned him of many things, and he, as it were he had returned wise, made answer to all and gave them news of the souls of their kin's folk. Making up of his own motion, the finest fables in the world of the affairs of Pergatorian, and recounting in full assembly the revelation made him by the mouth of the Rangal-Bregal, air he was raised up again, then returning to his house and entering again into possession of his goods. He got his wife, as he thought, with child, and by chance it befell that in due time to the thinking of the fools who believed that women go just nine months with child, the lady gave birth to a boy, who was called Benedict Ferrandi. Indos returned, and his talk, well-nigh everyone believing him to have risen from the dead, added infinitely to the renown of the abbot sanctity, and he himself as if cured of his jealousy by the many beedings he had received therefore, then's forward, according to the promise made by the abbot to the lady, was no more jealous, where at she was well pleased and lived honestly with him. As of her want, save indeed that, when as she conveniently might, she willingly foregathered with the holy abbot, who had so well and diligently served her in her greatest needs. The end, Hazel, who hopes big the stories, says this to say about it. I feel like this collection is such a perfect example of the more things change, the more things stay the same. People are always going to people, and it's really fun to read stuff from olden times that treats women with agency, priests like their humans with regular desires, and people who do bad shit like they're capable of changing, while also getting some good dunks on them in the meantime. Old timey people having fun is so much fun to me. Anyway, I thought that sometimes, like the de Cameron was written by people dealing with the fucking plague, and they were like, man, you know what we need during the plague? We need to just like have some funny stories about people fucking. I don't know, I also believe we should like confront the evils of the world as head on as possible, but sometimes you just need to read some weird old clever shit from the Middle Ages. That's how I feel about things. So that's what we did. We read you a story. And in the meantime, take care of each other. Fuck ice. See you soon. It could happen here as a production of Cool Zone Media. 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