Radegund was an athlete of asceticism who starved and otherwise tortured herself, and she liked to stage public scenes of self-humiliation, by washing lepers and the like. There is a funny line in the life, saying that whenever any holy abbot or bishop visited her she insisted on humbly washing his feet – “there was no resisting her.”
Good Sir, may wash your feet?
No, thank you.
Please, Sir?
Really, it’s not necessary.
But Sir, it is my custom and my dearest wish to humbly wash your feet.
My lady, I really do not wish to have my feet washed.
(Grabs cloth, lunges for bishop’s feet.) I must wash your feet!
Please stop!
I must! I must!
I insist that you stop molesting my feet!
YOU WILL SUBMIT TO MY HUMBLE FOOT WASHING! NUNS, SEIZE HIM AND HOLD HIM STILL!
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