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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Legend of Ulenspiegel + And Lamme Goedzak, and their Adventures Heroical, Joyous + and Glorious in the Land of Flanders and Elsewhere (Volume + 1 of 2) + +Author: Charles de Coster + +Translator: F. M. Atkinson + John Hero Lepper + +Release Date: June 16, 2012 [EBook #38247] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LEGEND OF ULENSPIEGEL *** + + + + +Produced by Jeroen Hellingman and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net/ for Project +Gutenberg (This file was produced from images generously +made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class="front"> +<div class="div1 frenchtitle"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e136"><i>The Legend of Ulenspiegel and Lamme +Goedzak</i></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1 titlepage"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first"></p> +<div class="figure xd20e143width"><img src="images/titlepage.gif" alt= +"Original Title Page." width="473" height="720"></div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="titlePage"> +<div class="docTitle"> +<div class="mainTitle">The Legend of Ulenspiegel</div> +<div class="subTitle">And Lamme Goedzak, and their Adventures Heroical, +Joyous and Glorious in the Land of Flanders and Elsewhere</div> +</div> +<div class="byline">By<br> +<span class="docAuthor">Charles de Coster</span><br> +Translated by<br> +<span class="docAuthor">F. M. Atkinson</span></div> +<div class="docImprint">Vol. I<br> +<span class="docDate">1922</span><br> +London: William Heinemann</div> +</div> +<div class="div1 imprint"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e136"><i>London: William Heinemann.</i></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1 dedication"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e136"><i>To<br> +Béatrice de Holthoir</i></p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="toc" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 class="main">Contents</h2> +<table class="tocList"> +<tr> +<td class="tocDivNum"></td> +<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="5"></td> +<td class="tocPageNum">Page</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tocDivNum"></td> +<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="5"><a href="#bk1">Book I</a></td> +<td class="tocPageNum">1</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tocDivNum"></td> +<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="5"><a href="#bk2">Book II</a></td> +<td class="tocPageNum">251</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="body"> +<div id="bk1" class="div0 book"><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb1" +href="#pb1" name="pb1">1</a>]</span> +<h2 class="super">The Legend of Ulenspiegel and Lamme Goedzak</h2> +<h2 class="super xd20e217">And their Adventures Heroical, Joyous, and +Glorious in the Land of Flanders and Elsewhere.</h2> +<h2 class="main">Book I</h2> +<div id="ch1.1" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e222" class="main">I</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">When May was unfolding the whitethorn blossom +Ulenspiegel, son of Claes, was born at Damme in Flanders.</p> +<p>A gossip midwife, by name Katheline, wrapt him in warm swaddling +clothes, and, looking at his head, pointed out a caul on it.</p> +<p>“A caul! he is born under a lucky star!” exclaimed she, +rejoicing.</p> +<p>But in a moment, lamenting and displaying a little black spot on the +babe’s shoulder:</p> +<p>“Alas,” she wept, “’tis the black print of +the devil’s finger.”</p> +<p>“Master Satan has been getting up very early, then,” +rejoined Claes, “if he has had time already to put his mark on my +son.”</p> +<p>“It was not yet his bedtime,” said Katheline, “for +there is Chantecleer only now waking up the hens.”</p> +<p>And she went away, putting the child in the arms of Claes.</p> +<p>Then the dawn burst through the night clouds, the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb2" href="#pb2" name="pb2">2</a>]</span>swallows +skimmed the meadows with shrill cries, and the sun showed his dazzling +countenance, bright and red upon the horizon. Claes threw the window +wide and spake to Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Son with the caul,” said he, “lucky son, here is +our lord Sun coming to salute the soil of Flanders. Look always on him +when thou canst, and whenever thou art in a maze, knowing not what to +do so as to do right, ask counsel of him: he is bright and warm; be +thou honest as he is bright, and kind even as he is warm.”</p> +<p>“Husband Claes,” said Soetkin, “you are preaching +to deaf ears; come, drink, my son.”</p> +<p>And the mother offered the newly born nature’s goodly +flagons.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.2" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e252" class="main">II</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">While Ulenspiegel drank of them, and called for no +cup, all the birds in the countryside awoke.</p> +<p>Claes, who was binding faggots, looked upon his wife as she gave the +breast to Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wife,” said he, “have you laid up store of this +good milk?”</p> +<p>“The jars are full,” said she, “but that is not +enough for my content.”</p> +<p>“You speak piteously of so great a joy.”</p> +<p>“’Tis in my mind,” said she, “that in the +wallet you see hanging by the wall there is not one poor +patard.”</p> +<p>Claes took the wallet in his hand; but in vain did he shake it, no +morning song of coin answered him from within. Thereat he was +chapfallen, but wishing nevertheless to hearten his good wife.</p> +<p>“Why do you vex yourself?” said he. “Have we not +in the hutch the cake Katheline gave us yesterday? <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb3" href="#pb3" name="pb3">3</a>]</span>Do not I +behold a noble piece of beef that for three days at least will make +good milk for the babe? That sack of beans squatting so snugly in the +corner, does it prophesy famine? Yon firkin of butter, is it a ghost? +Be they but phantoms, those bright platoons and companies of apples +ranged warrior-like in ranks of eleven in the loft? Doth not that +full-girthed cask of Bruges <i lang="nl">cuyte</i>, that in its belly +keeps the wherewithal for our refreshing, doth it not proclaim good +drinking?”</p> +<p>“Needs must,” said Soetkin, “when the babe is +borne to baptism, that we give two patards to the priest and a florin +for the feasting.”</p> +<p>Therewith entered Katheline, holding a great sheaf of plants in her +hand, saying:</p> +<p>“I bring the lucky babe angelica, that keepeth man from +lewdness; fennel that putteth Satan to flight....”</p> +<p>“Have you not,” said Claes, “gotten the herb that +conjureth florins?”</p> +<p>“Nay,” quoth she.</p> +<p>“Then,” said he, “I will even go see if there be +none in the canal.”</p> +<p>Forth he went carrying line and net, being well assured of meeting +nobody, for it still lacked an hour of the <i lang="nl">oosterzon</i>, +which is, in Flanders, the morning sun of six of the clock.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.3" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e294" class="main">III</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Claes came to the canal of Bruges, not far from the +sea. There, baiting his line, he cast it in the water, and let down his +net. A little lad, well attired, lay upon the other bank, sleeping like +a log upon a clump of mussels.</p> +<p>The noise Claes made awoke him, and he would have <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb4" href="#pb4" name="pb4">4</a>]</span>fled away, +fearing it might be some sergeant of the commune coming to turn him off +his couch and hale him to the <i lang="nl">Steen</i> for unlicensed +vagrancy.</p> +<p>But his fears ceased when he knew Claes and when he heard him +call:</p> +<p>“Would you like to earn six liards? Drive the fish this +way.”</p> +<p>The lad on the word went down into the water, with his little belly +already showing round and puffed up, and, arming himself with a tuft of +long reeds, drove the fish toward Claes.</p> +<p>His fishing over, Claes drew in his net and line, and walking across +the lock, came to the lad.</p> +<p>“You are he,” said Claes, “whom they call Lamme by +baptism and Goedzak for your gentle nature, and you live in the street +of the Heron, behind Notre Dame. How comes it, young and well clothed +as you are, that you must needs sleep on a public bed?”</p> +<p>“Alas, master coalman,” replied the lad, “at home +I have a sister a year younger than I, who beats me with heavy blows +for the smallest wrangle. But I dare not take my revenge on her back, +for I should do her a hurt. Last night, at supper, I was an-hungered +and cleaned with my fingers a dish of beef and beans in which she meant +to have a share. There was not enough of it for me, master. When she +saw me licking my lips for the goodness of the sauce, she became as one +out of her wits, and beat me so fast and furiously that I fled all +bruised from out of the house.”</p> +<p>Claes asked him what his father and mother did during all this +cuffing.</p> +<p>Lamme Goedzak replied:</p> +<p>“My father beat me on one shoulder and my mother <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb5" href="#pb5" name="pb5">5</a>]</span>on the other +saying, ‘Avenge thyself, coward!’ But I, not willing to +strike a girl, fled away.”</p> +<p>Suddenly Lamme grew pale and trembled all over.</p> +<p>And Claes saw a tall woman approaching, and by her side a little +girl lean and of a fierce aspect.</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Lamme, taking hold of Claes by his breeches, +“here be my mother and my sister coming to find me. Protect me, +master coalman.”</p> +<p>“Here,” said Claes, “first take these seven liards +for wages and let us go stoutly to meet them.”</p> +<p>When the two women saw Lamme, they ran to him and both were fain to +beat him, the mother because she had been anxious and the sister +because it was her habit.</p> +<p>Lamme hid behind Claes and cried:</p> +<p>“I have earned seven liards, I have earned seven liards, do +not beat me!”</p> +<p>But already the mother was hugging him, while the little girl tried +with might and main to open Lamme’s hands to have his money. But +Lamme cried:</p> +<p>“It’s mine. You shall not have it.”</p> +<p>And he clenched his fists tight.</p> +<p>Claes shook the girl smartly by the ears and said to her:</p> +<p>“If you happen ever again to raise a brawl with your brother, +who is as good and gentle as a lamb, I shall put you in a black +coal-hole and there it will not be I that pull your ears, but the red +devil out of hell, who will rend you in pieces with his long claws and +his big forked teeth.”</p> +<p>At this threat the little girl, not daring now to look at Claes or +to go near Lamme, took shelter behind her mother’s skirts. But as +she went into the town she cried out everywhere:</p> +<p>“The coalman beat me: he has the devil in his cellar.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb6" href="#pb6" name= +"pb6">6</a>]</span></p> +<p>However, she never struck Lamme again; but being tall, she made him +work instead of her. And the kindly simpleton did it with a good +will.</p> +<p>On his way back Claes had sold his catch to a farmer who usually +bought it from him. And reaching home he said to Soetkin:</p> +<p>“Here is what I found in the belly of four pike, nine carp, +and a basketful of eels.” And he threw two florins and a patard +on the table.</p> +<p>“Why do you not go a-fishing every day, husband?” asked +Soetkin.</p> +<p>Claes replied:</p> +<p>“Not to be fish myself in the nets of the +constables.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.4" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e369" class="main">IV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">At Damme they called Ulenspiegel’s father Claes +the <i lang="nl">Kooldraeger</i> or coalman: Claes had a black fell, +eyes shining bright, a skin the same colour as his wares, except on +Sundays and feast days, when there was great plenty of soap in the +cottage. He was short, square, and strong, and of a gay +countenance.</p> +<p>When the day was ended and the evening shadows were falling, if he +went to some tavern on the Bruges road, to wash out his coal-blackened +gullet with <i lang="nl">cuyte</i>, all the women taking the cool air +on their doorsteps would call out a friendly greeting:</p> +<p>“Good even and clear beer, coalman!”</p> +<p>“Good even and a wakeful husband,” Claes would +reply.</p> +<p>The lasses coming back from the fields in troops used to plant +themselves all in front of him so as to prevent him from going on, and +would say: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb7" href="#pb7" name= +"pb7">7</a>]</span></p> +<p>“What will you give for your right of way: scarlet ribbon, +gilt buckle, velvet shoon, or florin in the pouch?”</p> +<p>But Claes would take one round the waist and kiss her cheeks or her +neck, according to which fresh skin was nearest his mouth, then he +would say:</p> +<p>“Ask your lovers, darlings, ask your lovers for the +rest.”</p> +<p>Then they would go off in bursts of laughter.</p> +<p>The boys knew Claes by his big voice and the clatter of his shoes. +Running to him they would say:</p> +<p>“Good evening, coalman.”</p> +<p>“God give you the like, my cherublings,” Claes would +answer, “but don’t come too close, or I shall turn you into +blackamoors.”</p> +<p>The little fellows, being bold, would come close all the same; and +then he would seize one by the tunic, and rubbing his soft little +muzzle with his smutty hands, would send him back like that, laughing +in spite of it, to the great delight of all the others.</p> +<p>Soetkin, Claes’s wife, was a good helpmeet, early as the dawn +and diligent as the ant.</p> +<p>She and Claes tilled their field together, yoking themselves like +oxen to the plough. Hard and toilsome was the dragging, but harder +still the harrowing when that rustic engine must tear the stiff earth +with its wooden teeth. Yet always they worked light-hearted, singing +some ballad song.</p> +<p>And in vain was the earth stony hard; in vain did the sun dart his +hottest beams upon them: dragging the harrow, bending at the knees, it +was as naught that they must strain their loins cruelly; when they +would pause, and Soetkin turn toward Claes her gentle face, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb8" href="#pb8" name= +"pb8">8</a>]</span>and Claes kiss that mirror of a tender heart, then, +ah, then, they would forget their utter weariness.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.5" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e414" class="main">V</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Last night it had been cried at the doorway of the +Townhall that Madam, the wife of the Emperor Charles, being great with +child, all men must pray for her speedy delivery.</p> +<p>Katheline came to Claes’s house all trembling.</p> +<p>“What aileth thee, gossip?” asked the goodman.</p> +<p>“Alas me!” she replied, and spoke brokenly. “Last +night, spectres cutting down men as reapers mow the grass. Girl +children buried quick! The hangman danced on the +corpse——Stone sweating blood nine months, broken this +night.”</p> +<p>“Have pity upon us,” groaned Soetkin, “Lord God, +have pity: ’tis a black foreboding for the land of +Flanders.”</p> +<p>“Sawest thou that with thine eyes or in a dream?” asked +Claes.</p> +<p>“With mine own eyes,” said Katheline.</p> +<p>All pale and weeping Katheline spake again:</p> +<p>“Two boy babes are born, one in Spain, the Infante Philip, the +other in the country of Flanders, the son of Claes who will in after +days be surnamed Ulenspiegel. Philip will become a butcher, being +engendered by Charles the Fifth, the murderer of our country. +Ulenspiegel will be greatly learned in jests and pranks of youth, but +he will be kind of heart, having had to father Claes, the stout worker +that knew how to earn his bread in courage, honour, and simplicity. +Charles the Emperor and Philip the King will ride roughshod +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb9" href="#pb9" name= +"pb9">9</a>]</span>through life, working ill by battles, exactions, and +other crimes. Claes toiling all week long, living by righteousness and +law, and laughing instead of weeping in his heavy labours, will be the +ensample of all the good workers of Flanders. Ulenspiegel ever young, +and never to die, will run throughout the world without ever tying +himself to any place. And he will be churl, noble, painter, sculptor, +all together and at once. And through the world will journey in this +wise, praising all things good and lovely, and flouting without stint +all manner of folly. Claes is thy courage, noble Flanders folk, Soetkin +thy valiant mother, Ulenspiegel is thy spirit; a darling sweet girl, +Ulenspiegel’s mate and like him immortal, will be thy heart, and +a fat paunch, Lamme Goedzak, will be thy stomach. And up aloft shall be +the devourers of the folk; below, the victims; aloft the thieving +hornets, below, the toiling bees, and in the skies shall bleed the +wounds of Christ.”</p> +<p>This much having said, Katheline the good spaewife fell on +sleep.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.6" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e439" class="main">VI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">They bore Ulenspiegel to baptism: on a sudden fell a +spouting shower that soaked him through. Thus was he baptized for the +first time.</p> +<p>When he came within the church, word was given to godfather and +godmother, father and mother, by the schoolmaster beadle, that they +were to range themselves about the baptismal font, the which they +did.</p> +<p>But there was in the roof above the font a hole made by a mason +wherefrom to hang a lamp from a star of gilded wood. The mason, spying +from on high the godfather and godmother stiffly standing around the +font <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb10" href="#pb10" name= +"pb10">10</a>]</span>covered with its lid, poured through the hole in +the roof a treacherous bucket of water, which falling between them upon +the lid of the font made a mighty splashing. But Ulenspiegel had the +biggest share. And thus was he baptized for the second time.</p> +<p>The dean arrived: they complained to him; but he told them to make +haste, and that it was an accident. Ulenspiegel was twisting about and +kicking because of the water that had fallen on him. The dean gave him +salt and water, and named him Thylbert, which signifies “rich in +movements.” Thus he was baptized for the third time.</p> +<p>Leaving Notre Dame, they went opposite the church in the rue Longue +to the <i>Rosary of Bottles</i> whose credo was a jar. There they drank +seventeen quarts of <i lang="nl">dobbel-cuyt</i>, and more. For this is +the true Flanders way of drying drenched folk, to light a fire of beer +in the belly. Ulenspiegel was thus baptized for the fourth time.</p> +<p>Going home and zigzagging along the road, their heads weighing more +than their bodies, they came to a foot plank thrown across a little +pool; Katheline, the godmother, was carrying the child, she missed her +footing and fell in the mud with Ulenspiegel, who was thus baptized for +the fifth time.</p> +<p>But he was pulled out of the pond and washed with warm water in the +house of Claes, and that was his sixth baptism.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.7" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e464" class="main">VII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On that same day, His Sacred Majesty Charles resolved +to hold high festival to celebrate the birth of his son befittingly. +Like Claes he determined to go a-fishing, not in a canal, but in the +pouches and pockets <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb11" href="#pb11" +name="pb11">11</a>]</span>of his people. Thence is it that sovereign +houses draw crusadoes, silver daelders, gold lions, and all those +miraculous fishes that change, at the fisher’s will, into velvet +robes, priceless jewels, exquisite wines, and dainty meats. For the +rivers best stocked with fish are not those that hold most water.</p> +<p>Having brought together his councillors, His Sacred Majesty resolved +that the fishing should be done in the following manner.</p> +<p>His lordship the Infante should be borne to baptism toward nine or +ten of the clock; the inhabitants of Valladolid, to testify their joy, +should hold revelry and feast all night long, at their own charges, and +should scatter their silver upon the great square for the poor.</p> +<p>In five carfaxes there should be a great fountain spouting until +daybreak with strong wine paid for by the city. In five other carfaxes +there should be displayed, upon wooden stages, sausages, saveloys, +botargoes, chitterlings, ox tongues, and all kinds of meats, also at +the city’s charges.</p> +<p>The folk of Valladolid should erect at their own expense, along the +route of the procession, a great number of triumphal arches +representing Peace, Felicity, Abundance, Propitious Fortune, and +emblems of all and sundry gifts from the skies with which they were +loaded under the reign of His Sacred Majesty.</p> +<p>Finally, besides these pacific arches, there should be set up +certain others on which should be displayed in bright colours less +benignant emblems, as lions, eagles, lances, halberds, pikes with wavy +bladed heads, hackbuts, cannons, falconets, mortars with their huge +jowls, and other engines showing in image the might and power in war of +His Sacred Majesty. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb12" href="#pb12" +name="pb12">12</a>]</span></p> +<p>As for the lighting of the church, it should be graciously permitted +to the Guild of Candlemakers to make free gratis and for nothing more +than twenty thousand wax tapers, the unburned ends of which should +revert to the chapter.</p> +<p>As for any other expenses, the Emperor would gladly bear them, thus +showing his kindly determination not to burden his people overmuch.</p> +<p>As the commune was about to carry out these orders, lamentable +tidings came from Rome. Orange, Alençon and Frundsberg, captains +of the Emperor, had entered into the holy city and there sacked and +spoiled churches, chapels, and houses, sparing no living soul, priests, +nuns, women, children. The Holy Father had been made prisoner. For a +whole week pillage had never ceased, and <i lang="nl">Reiters</i> and +<i lang="nl">Landsknechts</i> were wandering through Rome, stuffed with +food, drunken with wine, brandishing their weapons, hunting for +cardinals, declaring they would cut enough out of their hides to save +them from ever becoming popes. Others, having already carried out this +threat, strutted proudly through the city, wearing on their breast +rosaries of twenty-eight or more beads, big as walnuts, and all bloody. +Certain streets were red streams in which lay heaped the rifled bodies +of the dead.</p> +<p>Some said that the Emperor, needing money, had determined to fish +for it in the blood of the Church, and that having taken cognizance of +the treaty imposed by his commanders upon the captive pontiff, he +forced him to cede all the strongholds in his states, to pay four +hundred thousand ducats and to be prisoner until all was duly carried +out.</p> +<p>None the less, great was His Majesty’s grief; he <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb13" href="#pb13" name= +"pb13">13</a>]</span>countermanded all the joyous preparations, all +feasts and rejoicings, and ordered the lords and ladies of his palace +to don mourning.</p> +<p>And the Infante was baptized in white robes, the hue of royal +mourning.</p> +<p>And lords and ladies interpreted this as a sinister omen.</p> +<p>For all this, my lady the nurse presented the Infante to the lords +and ladies of the palace, that these might, as is the custom, offer +good wishes and gifts.</p> +<p>Madame de la Coena hanged upon his neck a black stone potent against +poison, the size and shape of a hazelnut, with a gold shell; Madame de +Chauffade fastened upon him, by a silken cord, hanging down upon his +stomach, a filbert, the which bringeth good digestion of all +nourishment; Messire van der Steen of Flanders gave a Ghent sausage +five ells long and half an ell in thickness, wishing that at its mere +fragrance His Highness might be thirsty for <i lang="nl">clauwaert</i> +in the manner of the people of Ghent, saying that whoso loveth the beer +of a town will never hate the brewers; Messire Squire Jacque-Christophe +of Castile prayed my Lord the Infante to wear green jasper on his tiny +feet, to make him run well. Jan de Paepe the fool, who was there +present, exclaimed:</p> +<p>“Messire, give him rather the trumpet of Joshua, at the sound +whereof all towns ran full trot before him, hastening to plant +themselves elsewhere with all their inhabitants, men and women and +babes. For monseigneur must not learn to run, but to make others +run.”</p> +<p>The tearful widow of Floris van Borsele, who was lord of Veere in +Zealand, gave Monseigneur Philip a stone, which, said she, made men +loving and women inconsolable.</p> +<p>But the Infante whimpered like a young calf. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb14" href="#pb14" name="pb14">14</a>]</span></p> +<p>At the same time Claes was putting in his son’s hands a rattle +made of osier, with little bells, and said, dancing Ulenspiegel on his +hand: “Bells, bells, tinkling bells may you have ever on your +cap, manikin; for ’tis to the fools belongeth the realm of good +days.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel laughed.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.8" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e524" class="main">VIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Claes having caught a big salmon, that salmon was +eaten one Sunday by himself and by Soetkin, Katheline, and little +Ulenspiegel, but Katheline ate no more than a bird.</p> +<p>“Gossip,” said Claes to her, “is Flanders air so +solid to-day that it is enough for you to breathe it to be fed as with +a dish of meat? When shall we live in this wise? Rain would be good +soup, it would hail beans, and the snows, transformed to celestial +fricassees, would restore and refresh poor travelling folk.”</p> +<p>Katheline, nodding her head, uttered not a word.</p> +<p>“Lo now,” said Claes, “our dolorous gossip. What +is it grieves her then?”</p> +<p>But Katheline, in a voice that seemed but a low breathing:</p> +<p>“The wicked one,” said she, “night is falling +black—I hear him announcing his coming—screaming like a sea +hawk—shuddering, I beseech the Virgin—in vain. For him, +neither walls nor hedges nor doors nor windows. Entereth anywhere like +a spirit——Ladder creaking——He beside me in the +garret where I sleep. Seizes me in his cold arms, hard like marble. +Face frozen cold, kisses like damp snow——The cottage tossed +upon the earth, moving like a bark on the stormy sea....” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb15" href="#pb15" name= +"pb15">15</a>]</span></p> +<p>“You must go,” said Claes, “every morning to mass, +that our Lord Jesu may give you strength to drive away this phantom +come from hell.”</p> +<p>“He is so handsome!” said she.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.9" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e544" class="main">IX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Being weaned, Ulenspiegel grew like a young +poplar.</p> +<p>Claes now did not kiss him often, but loved him with a surly air so +as not to spoil him.</p> +<p>When Ulenspiegel would come home, complaining of being beaten in +some fray, Claes would beat him because he had not beaten the others, +and thus educated Ulenspiegel became valiant as a young lion.</p> +<p>If Claes was from home, Ulenspiegel would ask Soetkin for a liard, +to go play. Soetkin, angry, would say, “What need have you to go +play? It would fit you better to stay at home to tie +faggots.”</p> +<p>Seeing that she would give him nothing, Ulenspiegel would cry like +an eagle, but Soetkin would make a great clatter of pots and pans, +which she was washing in a wooden tub, to pretend she did not hear him. +Then would Ulenspiegel weep, and the gentle mother, dropping her +feigned harshness, would come to him, petting him, and say, “Will +a denier be enough for you?” Now take notice that a denier is +worth six liards.</p> +<p>So she loved him overmuch, and when Claes was not there, Ulenspiegel +was king in the house.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.10" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e559" class="main">X</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">One morning Soetkin beheld Claes with head down +wandering about the kitchen like a man lost in his own thought. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb16" href="#pb16" name= +"pb16">16</a>]</span></p> +<p>“What grieves thee, husband?” said she. “Thou art +pale, wroth, and distraught.”</p> +<p>Claes answered in a low tone, like a growling dog:</p> +<p>“They are going to renew the Emperor’s cruel edicts. +Death will hover once more over the soil of Flanders. Informers are to +have the half of the victims’ goods, if the goods exceed not a +hundred florins carolus.”</p> +<p>“We are poor folk,” said she.</p> +<p>“Poor,” said he, “but not poor enough. There are +some of that vile crew, ravens and vultures living on corpses, who +would denounce us to divide a basket of charcoal with His Majesty as +well as a bag of carolus. What had poor Tanneken, the widow of Sis the +tailor, who perished at Heyst, buried alive? A Latin Bible, three gold +florins, and some pewter pans that her neighbour coveted. Johannah +Martens was burned for a witch, being first flung into water, for her +body had floated and they took it as a judgment of heaven. She had some +poor bits of furniture, seven gold carolus in a purse, and the informer +wanted half. Alas! I could tell thee the like until to-morrow, but +come, goodwife, life is no longer worth the living in Flanders by +reason of these edicts. Soon every night will the chariot of death pass +through the town, and we shall hear the skeleton shaking in it with a +dry clatter of bones.”</p> +<p>“You must not frighten me, husband. The Emperor is the father +of Flanders and Brabant, and like a father is endued with +long-suffering gentleness, patience, and compassion.”</p> +<p>“He would lose too much by that,” said Claes, “for +he inherits the goods that are confiscate.”</p> +<p>Of a sudden sounded the trumpet and gnashed the cymbals of the town +herald. Claes and Soetkin, carrying <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb17" +href="#pb17" name="pb17">17</a>]</span>Ulenspiegel in their arms turn +about, ran to the sound with the crowd.</p> +<p>They came to the Townhall, before which were the heralds upon +horseback, blowing their trumpets and clashing their cymbals, the +provost holding the wand of justice and the procurator of the commune +on horseback, holding in both hands an edict of the Emperor and making +ready to read it to the assembled throng.</p> +<p>Claes heard that it was thenceforward straightly forbidden, to all +men in general and in particular, to print, read, have, or maintain the +writings, books, or doctrine of Martin Luther, Johannes Wycliff, +Johannes Huss, Marcilius de Padua, Æcolampadius, Ulricus +Zwinglius, Philippus Melancthon, Franciscus Lambertus, Joannes +Pomeranus, Otto Brunselsius, Justus Jonas, Johannes Puperis et +Gorcianus, the New Testaments printed by Adrien de Berghes, Christopher +de Remonda, and Joannes Zel, full of Lutheran and other heresies, +banned and condemned by the Theological Faculty of the University of +Louvain.</p> +<p>“In like manner neither to paint or pourtray, nor cause to be +painted or pourtrayed either opprobrious figures of God and the Blessed +Virgin or of their saints; nor to break, rend, or efface the images or +pourtraitures made in honour, memory, or remembrance of God and of the +Virgin Mary or of saints approved by the Church.</p> +<p>“Furthermore,” said the proclamation, “no man, of +whatever station, shall put himself forward to discuss or dispute upon +Holy Writ, even upon matters that are held in doubt, if he is not a +theologian renowned and approved by a great university.”</p> +<p>His Sacred Majesty enacted among other penalties <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb18" href="#pb18" name="pb18">18</a>]</span>that +suspected persons should ever after be incapable of holding honourable +estate. As for persons fallen a second time into their error, or +persons who were stubborn therein, they should be condemned to burn by +a slow fire or quick, in an envelope of straw, or fastened to a stake, +at the discretion of the judge. Other men should be executed by the +sword if they were noble or reputable burgesses, churls by the gallows, +and women by burying alive. Their heads, for a warning, should be +planted on spikes. And there would be confiscation to the Emperor of +the goods and chattels of all that lay within the limits of +confiscation.</p> +<p>His Sacred Majesty granted to informers the half of all possessed by +the condemned, provided their goods did not amount in all to one +hundred pounds in Flanders money. As for the Emperor’s portion, +he reserved to himself the right to employ it in works of piety and +alms, as he did at the sack of Rome.</p> +<p>And Claes went sadly away, with Soetkin and Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.11" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e600" class="main">XI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The year had been a good one, and Claes bought a +donkey and nine measures of peas for seven florins and one morning he +mounted on the beast, and Ulenspiegel clung to the crupper behind him. +They were going in this fashion to salute their uncle and elder +brother, Josse Claes, who lived not far from Meyborg in Germany.</p> +<p>Josse, who had been simple and kind in his youth, having suffered +various wrongs, became crotchety and malicious, his blood turned to +bile in his veins, he became misanthropic and lived solitary and alone. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb19" href="#pb19" name= +"pb19">19</a>]</span></p> +<p>His delight then was to make two so-called faithful friends fight +each other, and he would give three patards to the one that gave the +other the hardest drubbing.</p> +<p>He loved also to bring together in a well-heated room a great many +old gossips, the oldest and crabbedest that could be found, and he +would give them toasted bread to eat and hypocras to drink.</p> +<p>Those who were more than sixty years old he gave wool to knit in a +corner, recommending them to let their nails always grow long. And it +was a marvel to hear all the gurgling, the tongue clacking, the +ill-natured tattle, the thin coughings and spittings of these old hags, +who, with their knitting needles under their armpits, sat all together +nibbling at their neighbours’ good name.</p> +<p>Now when he saw them all animated and lively, Josse would throw a +hank of hair into the fire, and as it flared up the air would all at +once be poisoned.</p> +<p>The gossips then, all talking together, would accuse each other of +making the stench; all denying it, they would very soon have each other +by the hair, and Josse would go on throwing more hair on the fire, and +chopped up horsehair on the floor. When he could see no longer, by +reason of the fury of the mêlée, the thick smoke and the +flying dust, he would fetch two of his men disguised as constables, who +would drive the old women out of the hall, beating them soundly with +long switches, like a troop of angry geese.</p> +<p>And Josse would examine the battlefield, finding strips of clothes, +fragments of shoes, pieces of chemises, and old teeth.</p> +<p>And filled with melancholy he would say to himself: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb20" href="#pb20" name="pb20">20</a>]</span></p> +<p>“My day is wasted, never a one of them has left her tongue +behind in the mêlée.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.12" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e625" class="main">XII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Claes, being in the bailiwick of Meyborg, was going +through a little wood: the donkey as he travelled was browsing on the +thistles; Ulenspiegel was throwing his bonnet after the butterflies and +picking it up without leaving the beast’s back. Claes was eating +a hunch of bread, meaning to wash it down at the next tavern. Far off +he heard a bell clinking and the noise of a great crowd of men all +speaking together.</p> +<p>“’Tis some pilgrimage,” said he, “and the +pilgrims will doubtless be numerous. Hold on well, my son, to the +donkey, so that they may not knock you over. Come and let us see. Now, +then, ass, stick to my heels.”</p> +<p>And the ass began to run.</p> +<p>Leaving the fringe of the wood, he descended towards a wide plateau +bordered by a stream at the foot of its western slope. On the eastern +slope was a little chapel with a gable surmounted by the image of Our +Lady and at her feet two little figures each representing a bull. Upon +the chapel steps, grinning with glee, were a hermit shaking his bell, +fifty flunkeys holding lighted candles, players, blowers, bangers of +drums, clarions, fifes, shawms, and bagpipes, and a knot of jolly +companions holding with both hands iron boxes full of old metal, but +all silent at the moment.</p> +<p>Five thousand pilgrims and more went along seven by seven in close +ranks, casques on their heads, cudgels of green wood in their hands. If +there came fresh <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb21" href="#pb21" name= +"pb21">21</a>]</span>arrivals helmeted and armed in like fashion, they +ranged themselves tumultuously behind the others. Then passing seven by +seven before the chapel they had their cudgels blessed, received each +man a candle from the hands of the flunkeys, and in exchange paid a +demi-florin to the hermit.</p> +<p>And so long was the procession that the candles of the first were +burnt down to the end of the wick while those of the latest were all +but choking with too much tallow.</p> +<p>Claes, Ulenspiegel, and the donkey, astonished, saw thus passing +before them an immense variety of bellies, broad, long, high, pointed, +proud, firm, or falling ignobly upon their natural props. And all the +pilgrims had casques on their heads.</p> +<p>Some of these casques had come from Troy, and were like Phrygian +caps, or surmounted by aigrettes of red horsehair; some of the +pilgrims, though they were fat-faced and paunchy, wore helms with +outspread wings, but had no notion of flying; then came those who had +on their heads salades that snails would have disdained for their lack +of greenery.</p> +<p>But the greater part had casques so old and rusty that they seemed +to date from the days of Gambrinus, the King of Flanders and of beer, +the which monarch lived nine hundred years before Our Lord and wore a +quart pot for a hat, so that he need never have to refrain from +drinking for lack of a cup.</p> +<p>All at once rang, droned, thundered, thumped, squealed, brayed, +clattered bells, bagpipes, shawms, drums, and ironmongery.</p> +<p>At the sound of this din, the signal for the pilgrims, they turned +about, placing themselves face to face by bands of seven, and by way of +provocation every man <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb22" href="#pb22" +name="pb22">22</a>]</span>thrust his flaming candle into the face of +his opposite. Therefrom arose great sternutation. And it began to rain +green wood. And they fought with foot, with head, with heel, with +everything. Some hurled upon their adversaries like rams, casque +foremost, smashing it down on to their shoulders, and ran blinded to +fall on a seven-fold rank of furious pilgrims, the which received them +ungently.</p> +<p>Others, whimperers and cowards, bemoaned themselves because of the +blows, but while they were mumbling their dolorous paternosters, there +whirled upon them, swift as a thunderbolt, two sevens of struggling +pilgrims, flinging the poor blubberers to earth and trampling them +without compassion.</p> +<p>And the hermit laughed.</p> +<p>Other sevens, keeping in clusters like grapes, rolled from the top +of the plateau into the very stream where they still exchanged shrewd +strokes without quenching their fury.</p> +<p>And the hermit laughed.</p> +<p>Those that remained upon the plateau were blacking each +other’s eyes, breaking each other’s teeth, tearing out each +other’s hair, rending each other’s doublet and +breeches.</p> +<p>And the hermit would laugh and call out:</p> +<p>“Courage, friends, he that smiteth sore but loves the more. To +the hardest hitters the love of their fair ones! Our Lady of +Rindisbels, ’tis here may be seen the true males!”</p> +<p>And the pilgrims fell to it with joyous heart.</p> +<p>Claes, meanwhile, had drawn near the hermit, while Ulenspiegel, +laughing and shouting, applauded the blows.</p> +<p>“Father,” said Claes, “what crime, then, have +these <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb23" href="#pb23" name= +"pb23">23</a>]</span>poor fellows committed to be forced so cruelly to +strike one another?”</p> +<p>But the hermit, not giving ear to him, shouted:</p> +<p>“Lazybones! ye lose courage. If the fists are weary are the +feet? God’s life! some of you have legs to run like hares! What +makes fire leap from the flint? ’Tis the iron that beateth it. +What blows up virility in old folk if not a goodly dish of blows well +seasoned with male fury?”</p> +<p>At these words, the pilgrims continued to belabour one another with +casque, with hands, with feet. ’Twas a wild mêlée +where not Argus with his hundred eyes had seen aught but the flying +dust or the peak of some casque.</p> +<p>Sudden the hermit clanked his bell. Fifes, drums, trumpets, +bagpipes, shawms, and old iron ceased their din. And this was the +signal for peace.</p> +<p>The pilgrims picked up their wounded. Among them were seen many +tongues swollen with anger, protruding from the mouths of the +combatants. But they returned of themselves to their accustomed +palates. Most difficult of all it was to take off the casques of those +who had thrust them down as far as their necks, and now were shaking +their heads, but without making them fall, no more than green +plums.</p> +<p>None the less the hermit said to them:</p> +<p>“Recite each one an <i>Ave</i> and go back to your good wives. +Nine months hence there will be as many children more in the bailiwick +as there were valiant champions in the battle to-day.”</p> +<p>And the hermit sang the <i>Ave</i> and all sang it with him. And the +bell tinkled above.</p> +<p>Then the hermit blessed them in the name of Our Lady of Rindisbels +and said:</p> +<p>“Go in peace!” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb24" href= +"#pb24" name="pb24">24</a>]</span></p> +<p>They departed shouting, jostling, and singing all the way to +Meyborg. All the goodwives, old and young, were waiting for them on the +threshold of their houses which they entered like men at arms in a town +taken by storm.</p> +<p>The bells of Meyborg were pealing their loudest: the little lads +whistled, shouted, played the <i lang="nl">rommel-pot</i>.</p> +<p>Quart stoups, tankards, goblets, glasses, flagons, and pint-pots +rang and jingled marvellously. And the good wine rolled in waves down +thirsty throats.</p> +<p>During this ringing, and while the wind brought to the ears of Claes +from the town, in gusts, songs of men and women and children, he spake +once again to the hermit, asking him what heavenly boon these good folk +looked to win by these rough devotions.</p> +<p>The hermit answered, laughing:</p> +<p>“Thou seest upon this chapel two carven images, representing +two bulls. They are placed there in memory of the miracle whereby Saint +Martin transformed two bullocks into bulls, by making them fight with +their horns. Then he rubbed their muzzles with a candle and green wood +for an hour and longer.</p> +<p>“Wotting of the miracle, and fortified with a brief from His +Holiness, for which I paid roundly, I came hither and established +myself.</p> +<p>“Thenceforward all the ancient coughers and big-bellies in +Meyborg and the country roundabout, persuaded by my arguments, were +certain that having once beaten one another soundly with the candle, +the which is unction, and with the cudgel, that is power, they would +win favour of Our Lady. The women send their ancient husbands hither. +The children born by virtue of this pilgrimage are violent, bold, +fierce, nimble, and make perfect soldiers.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb25" href="#pb25" name="pb25">25</a>]</span></p> +<p>Suddenly the hermit said to Claes:</p> +<p>“Dost thou know me?”</p> +<p>“Yea,” said Claes, “thou art Josse my +brother.”</p> +<p>“I am,” replied the hermit; “but what is this +little man that makes faces at me?”</p> +<p>“It is thy nephew,” said Claes.</p> +<p>“What difference dost thou make between me and the Emperor +Charles?”</p> +<p>“It is great,” replied Claes.</p> +<p>“It is but small,” rejoined Josse, “for we do both +alike, we two: he makes men to slay one another, I to beat one another +for our gain and pleasure.”</p> +<p>Then he brought them to his hermitage, where they held feast and +revel for eleven days without pause or truce.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.13" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e745" class="main">XIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Claes, when he parted from his brother, mounted his +donkey once more, taking Ulenspiegel on the crupper behind him. He +passed by the great square of Meyborg, and there beheld, assembled in +groups, a great number of pilgrims, who seeing them became enraged and +flourishing their cudgels they all suddenly cried out, +“Scamp!” because of Ulenspiegel, who, opening his breeches, +plucked up his shirt and showed them his nether visage.</p> +<p>Claes, seeing that it was his son they were threatening, said to +him:</p> +<p>“What did you do for them to be so angry against +you?”</p> +<p>“Dear father,” replied <span class="corr" id="xd20e755" +title="Source: Ulenspeigel">Ulenspiegel</span>, “I am sitting on +the donkey, saying no word to any man, and nevertheless they say I am a +scamp.”</p> +<p>Then Claes set him in front.</p> +<p>In this position Ulenspiegel thrust out his tongue <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb26" href="#pb26" name="pb26">26</a>]</span>at the +pilgrims, who, roaring, shook their fists at him, and lifting up their +cudgels, would fain have beaten Claes and the donkey.</p> +<p>But Claes smote the beast with his heels to flee from their wrath, +and while they pursued, losing their breath, he said to his son:</p> +<p>“Thou wert then born on a luckless day, for thou art sitting +in front of me, doing no harm to any, and yet they would fain destroy +thee.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel laughed.</p> +<p>Passing by <span class="corr" id="xd20e772" title= +"Source: Liége">Liège</span>, Claes learned that the poor +Rivageois were starving and that they had been placed under the +jurisdiction of the <i>Official</i>, a tribunal composed of +ecclesiastical judges. They made a riot demanding bread and lay judges. +Some were beheaded or hanged, and the rest banished out of the country, +such at that time was the clemency of Monseigneur de la Marck, the +gentle archbishop.</p> +<p>Claes saw by the way the banished folk, fleeing from the pleasant +vale of <span class="corr" id="xd20e781" title= +"Source: Liége">Liège</span>, and on the trees near to +the town the bodies of men hanged for being hungry. And he wept over +them.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.14" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e785" class="main">XIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">When he came home, riding upon his donkey, and +provided with a bag full of patards his brother Josse had given him and +a goodly tankard of pewter, there were in the cottage Sunday good cheer +and daily feasts, for every day they had meat and beans to eat.</p> +<p>Claes filled often the great pewter tankard with <i lang= +"nl">dobbel-cuyt</i> and emptied it as often.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel ate for three and paddled in the dishes like a sparrow +in a heap of corn. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb27" href="#pb27" +name="pb27">27</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Look,” said Claes, “he’s eating the +saltcellar, too!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered:</p> +<p>“When the saltcellar, as in our house, is made of a hollow +piece of bread, it must be eaten now and then, lest the worms might +come in it as it gets old.”</p> +<p>“Why,” said Soetkin, “do you wipe your greasy +hands on your breeches?”</p> +<p>“So that I may never have my thighs wet,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>At this moment Claes drank a deep draught from his tankard. +Ulenspiegel said to him:</p> +<p>“Why have you so big a cup, I have only a poor little +mug?”</p> +<p>Claes answered:</p> +<p>“Because I am your father and the <i lang="nl">baes</i> of +this house.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel retorted:</p> +<p>“You have been drinking for forty years, I for nine only; your +time to drink is passed, mine is come; it is therefore for me to have +the tankard and for you to take the mug.”</p> +<p>“Son,” said Claes, “he that would pour a hogshead +into a keg would throw his beer into the gutter.”</p> +<p>“You will then be wise to pour your keg into my hogshead, for +I am bigger than your tankard,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And Claes, delighted, gave him his tankard to drain. In this wise +Ulenspiegel learned how to talk for his drink.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.15" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e830" class="main">XV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Soetkin carried beneath her girdle the signs of +renewed maternity; Katheline, too, was with child, but for fear dared +not stir out of her house. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb28" href= +"#pb28" name="pb28">28</a>]</span></p> +<p>When Soetkin went to see her:</p> +<p>“Ah!” said she, lamenting, “what shall I do with +the poor fruit of my womb? Must I strangle it? I would rather die. But +if the constables take me, for having a child without being married, +they will make me pay twenty florins, like a girl of loose life, and I +shall be whipped on the marketplace.”</p> +<p>Soetkin then said some soothing word to console her, and having left +her, went home pondering. Then one day she said to Claes:</p> +<p>“If instead of one child I had two, would you beat me, +husband?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know that,” replied Claes.</p> +<p>“But,” said she, “if this second were not born of +me, and like Katheline’s were the offspring of an unknown, of the +devil, mayhap?”</p> +<p>“Devils,” replied Claes, “engender fire, death, +and foul smoke, but not children. I will hold as mine the child of +Katheline.”</p> +<p>“You would do this?” she said.</p> +<p>“I have said,” replied Claes.</p> +<p>Soetkin went to tell Katheline.</p> +<p>Hearing it, the latter cried out, overjoyed.</p> +<p>“He has spoken, good man, spoken for the sake of my poor body. +He will be blessed by God, and blessed of the devil, if it is a +devil,” she said, shuddering, “that hath made thee, poor +babe that movest in my bosom.”</p> +<p>Soetkin and Katheline brought into the world one a lad, the other a +girl. Both were borne to baptism, as son and daughter of Claes. +Soetkin’s son was named Hans, and did not live, Katheline’s +daughter was named Nele and throve well.</p> +<p>She drank the wine of life from four flagons, two <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb29" href="#pb29" name="pb29">29</a>]</span>of +Katheline and two of Soetkin. And the two women quarrelled softly which +should give the babe to drink. But against her desire Katheline must +needs allow her milk to dry up, so that none might ask whence it came +without her having been a mother.</p> +<p>When little Nele, her daughter, was weaned, she took her home and +only let the child go to Soetkin’s when she had called her her +mother.</p> +<p>The neighbours said it was well done of Katheline, who was well to +do, to feed the child of the Claes, who for the most part lived in +poverty their toilsome life.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.16" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e871" class="main">XVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel found himself alone one morning at home, +and for want of something better to do, he began to cut up one of his +father’s shoes to make a little ship. Already he had planted the +mainmast in the sole and bored the toe for the bowsprit, when at the +half door he saw passing the bust of a horseman and the head of a +horse.</p> +<p>“Is any one within?” asked the horseman.</p> +<p>“There are,” replied Ulenspiegel, “a man and a +half and a horse’s head.”</p> +<p>“How so?” asked the horseman.</p> +<p>“Because I see here a whole man, which is me; the half of a +man, which is your bust; and a horse’s head, which is that of +your steed.”</p> +<p>“Where are your father and your mother?” asked the +man.</p> +<p>“My father has gone to make bad worse,” replied +Ulenspiegel, “and my mother is engaged in bringing us shame or +loss.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb30" href="#pb30" name= +"pb30">30</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Explain,” said the horseman.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered:</p> +<p>“My father at this moment is deepening the holes in his field +so as to bring from bad to worse the huntsmen who trample down his +corn. My mother has gone to borrow money: if she repays too little +’twill shame us, if too much ’twill be our loss.”</p> +<p>The man asked then which way he should go.</p> +<p>“Where the geese are,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The man went away and came back just when Ulenspiegel was making an +oared galley out of Claes’s other shoe.</p> +<p>“You have misled me,” said he: “where the geese +are is nothing but mud and marsh in which they are paddling.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered to this:</p> +<p>“I did not tell you to go where the geese paddle, but where +they go.”</p> +<p>“Show me, at any rate,” said the man, “a road that +goes to Heyst.”</p> +<p>“In Flanders, it is the travellers that go and not the +roads,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.17" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e912" class="main">XVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">One day Soetkin said to Claes:</p> +<p>“Husband, my heart is sad: it is now three days since Thyl +left the house; dost thou not know where he is?”</p> +<p>Claes replied ruefully:</p> +<p>“He is where homeless dogs are, on some highway with a crew of +other vagabonds of his own kidney. God was cruel to give us such a son. +When he was born, I beheld in him the joy of our age, a tool more +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb31" href="#pb31" name= +"pb31">31</a>]</span>in the house; I looked to make a craftsman of him, +and wicked fate makes him a thief and a drone.”</p> +<p>“Be not so hard, husband,” said Soetkin, “our son +being but nine years old is in the heyday of childish thoughtlessness +and folly. Is it not so that like the trees, he must shed the young +buds before the coming of the full leaves, which for the human tree are +honour and virtue? He is full of tricks, I am not blind to them, but +they will turn later to his advantage, if instead of employing them to +ill ends, he applies them to some useful trade. He is prone to flout +his neighbours; but later this will help him to hold his own in merry +company. He laughs ever and always; but faces sour before they are ripe +are an ill omen for the countenance to come. If he runs, ’tis +that he must grow; if he does not work, it is for that he is not yet of +an age to feel that work is duty, and if now and then he spends day and +night away from home for half a week together, ’tis that he knows +nothing of what grief he gives us, for he has a good heart, and he +loves us.”</p> +<p>Claes wagged his head and made no answer, and while he slept, +Soetkin wept alone. And in the morning, thinking that her son was sick +in a corner of some highway, she went out on the doorstep to see if he +was not coming back; but she saw nothing, and she sate near the window, +looking thence into the street. And many a time her heart danced in her +bosom at the sound of the light foot of some lad; but when he passed, +she saw it was not Ulenspiegel, and then she wept, poor dolorous +mother.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile, Ulenspiegel with his vagabond companions was at +Bruges, at the Saturday fair. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb32" href= +"#pb32" name="pb32">32</a>]</span></p> +<p>There might be seen cobblers and shoemakers in booths apart, tailors +selling clothes, <i lang="nl">miesevangers</i> from Antwerp, who catch +tits with an owl at night; poultry sellers, dog stealers, vendors of +catskins for gloves, waistcoats, and doublets, buyers of every kind and +condition, burgesses and their womenfolk, menservants and maidservants, +pantlers, butlers, and all together, sellers and buyers, crying up and +crying down, vaunting and disparaging the wares.</p> +<p>In one corner of the fair there was a fine canvas tent erected on +four poles. At the door of the tent, a churl from the flat country of +Alost, with two monks who were there to get something for themselves, +was showing the curious devout, for a patard, a piece of the shoulder +blade of Saint Mary of Egypt. Hoarsely he bawled out the saint’s +merits, and omitted not from his song how, having no silver, she paid a +young ferryman <i>in kind</i>, so as not to sin <span class="corr" id= +"xd20e941" title="Source: again">against</span> the Holy Ghost by +refusing the labourer his hire.</p> +<p>And the two monks nodded their heads to show that what the churl +said was true. By them was a woman fat and ruddy, lascivious as +Astarte, violently inflating a wretched bagpipe, while a pretty young +girl sang beside her like a nightingale; but no one listened to her. +Above the entrance to the tent was hung on two poles, held by cords in +the two handles, a bucket full of holy water that had been blessed in +Rome, according to the fat woman, while the two monks waggled head to +bear witness to her tale. Ulenspiegel, beholding the bucket, became +pensive.</p> +<p>To one of the poles supporting the tent was fastened <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb33" href="#pb33" name="pb33">33</a>]</span>a donkey +that was fed more upon hay than on oats: head down it was gazing at the +earth, with no hope of seeing thistles spring up from it.</p> +<p>“Comrades,” said Ulenspiegel, pointing with his finger +at the fat woman, the two monks, and the ass, “since the masters +sing so sweetly, we must make the donkey dance as well.”</p> +<p>So saying, he went off to the next booth, bought six liards’ +worth of pepper, pulled up the donkey’s tail and clapped the +pepper underneath.</p> +<p>The donkey, feeling the pepper at work, looked round under his tail +to see whence proceeded this unwonted heat. Thinking he had a red-hot +devil there, he would fain run away to escape him, began to bray and +rear, and shook the tent pole with all his might. At the first shock, +the tub between the two poles spilled all its holy water on the tent +and on those who were within it. And presently collapsing, the tent +covered with a moist mantle those who were hearkening to the history of +Mary of Egypt. And from under the canvas Ulenspiegel and his companions +heard a great noise of moaning and lamenting, for the devout who were +there were wild with anger and exchanged furious thwacks and thumps +with one another. The canvas rose and fell at the struggles of the +combatants. Every time Ulenspiegel saw a roundness shape itself under +the cloth, he stuck a needle into it. Then there were louder shrieks +beneath the canvas and a more liberal distribution of thwackings.</p> +<p>And he was transported, but more still seeing the donkey fleeing and +dragging behind him tent, tub, and poles, while the <i lang= +"nl">baes</i> of the tent, his wife and <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb34" href="#pb34" name="pb34">34</a>]</span>his daughter, hung +desperately on to the baggage. The donkey, which could run no longer, +lifted his head into the air and ceased not to sing, except in order to +look beneath his tail to see if the fire there burning would not soon +be extinguished.</p> +<p>All this while the devout were going on with their battle; the +monks, without giving them a thought, were picking up the money that +had fallen from the collecting dishes, and Ulenspiegel was helping +them, most devoutly, not without profiting.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.18" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e967" class="main">XVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Whilst the vagabond son of the coalman was growing up +gay and frolicsome, in lean melancholy vegetated the dolorous scion of +the sublime Emperor. Lords and ladies saw the pitiful little weakling +dragging through the rooms and corridors of Valladolid his frail body +and his tottering limbs that could scarce sustain the weight of his big +head, covered with fair stiff hair.</p> +<p>Ever seeking out the darkest corridors, there he would sit for hours +thrusting out his legs in front of him. If a servant trod on him by +accident, he had the man flogged, and took pleasure in hearing him cry +out under the lashes, but he never laughed.</p> +<p>The next day, going elsewhere to set the same trap, he would sit +again in some corridor with his legs thrust out. The ladies, lords, and +pages who might pass there going fast or slow would trip over him, fall +down and hurt themselves. He took pleasure in this, also, but he never +laughed.</p> +<p>When one of them, having run into him, failed to fall, he would cry +out as if he had been struck, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb35" href= +"#pb35" name="pb35">35</a>]</span>and he was delighted to see their +fear, but he never laughed.</p> +<p>His Sacred Majesty was informed of his behaviour and gave orders to +take no notice of the boy, saying that if he did not wish to have his +legs trodden on, he ought not to put them in the way of people’s +feet.</p> +<p>This angered Philip, but he said nothing, and no one saw him after, +except when on bright summer days he went to warm his shivering body in +the sunshine in the courtyard.</p> +<p>One day, coming back from the wars, Charles saw him steeped in +melancholy in this fashion.</p> +<p>“Son,” said he, “how different art thou from me! +At thy age, I loved to climb among trees to hunt the squirrels; I had +myself lowered by a rope down some steep cliff to take eaglets from the +nest. At this play I might have left my bones behind me; they but +became the harder for it. In the chase the wild things fled to their +dens when they saw me coming with my good arquebus.”</p> +<p>“Ah,” sighed the boy, “I have a pain in the belly, +monseigneur my father.”</p> +<p>“The wine of Paxaretos,” said Charles, “is a +sovereign cure.”</p> +<p>“I do not like wine; my head aches, monseigneur my +father.”</p> +<p>“Son,” said Charles, “thou must run and leap and +romp as do other boys of thine own years.”</p> +<p>“My legs are stiff, monseigneur my father.”</p> +<p>“How,” said Charles, “how can they be otherwise if +thou usest them no more than if they were legs of wood? I will have +thee fastened on some nimble steed.<span class="corr" id="xd20e1000" +title="Source: ’">”</span></p> +<p>The boy wept. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb36" href="#pb36" name= +"pb36">36</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Do not so,” said he, “I have a pain in my loins, +monseigneur my father.”</p> +<p>“But,” said Charles, “you have a pain everywhere +then?”</p> +<p>“I would not be ill at all if I were left in peace,” +replied the child.</p> +<p>“Dost thou think,” rejoined the Emperor, impatiently, +“to pass thy royal life in brooding as do clerks? For them, if it +must be, in order that they may soil their parchments with ink, from +the silence, solitude, and retirement; for thee, son of the sword, +there needs hot blood, the eye of a lynx, the cunning of the fox, the +strength of Hercules. Why dost thou make the holy sign? God’s +blood! ’tis not for the lion’s cub to ape +paternoster-mongering females.”</p> +<p>“Hark, the Angelus, monseigneur my father,” replied the +child.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.19" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1018" class="main">XIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">This year May and June were verily the months of +flowers. Never did any see in Flanders hawthorn so fragrant, never in +the gardens so many roses, such heaps of jasmine and honeysuckle. When +the wind that blew up out of England drove the incense of this flowery +land towards the east, every man, and specially in Antwerp, nose in air +with delight, would say:</p> +<p>“Do you smell the sweet wind that comes from +Flanders?”</p> +<p>In like wise the busy bees sucked the flowers’ honey, made +wax, laid their eggs in hives too small to harbour their swarms. What +music of labour under the blue sky that covered the rich earth with its +dazzling tent!</p> +<p>Men made hives out of rushes, of straw, of osiers, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb37" href="#pb37" name="pb37">37</a>]</span>of +plaited hay. Basketmakers, tubmakers, coopers were wearing out their +tools over the work. As for the wood carvers, for a long time they had +been unequal to the task.</p> +<p>The swarms were of full thirty thousand bees and two thousand seven +hundred drones. The honeycombs were so delicious that because of their +rare quality, the dean of Damme sent eleven to the Emperor Charles, by +way of thanks for having through his edicts restored the Holy +Inquisition to all its full vigour. It was Philip that ate them, but +they did him no good.</p> +<p>Tramps, beggars, vagabonds, and all that ragtag and bobtail of idle +rogues that parade their laziness about the roads, preferring to be +hanged rather than to work, enticed by the taste of the honey, came to +get their share of it. And they prowled about by night, in crowds.</p> +<p>Claes had made hives to attract the swarming bees to them; some were +full and others empty, awaiting the bees. Claes used to watch all night +to guard this sugared wealth. When he was tired, he used to bid +Ulenspiegel take his place. And the boy did so with a good will.</p> +<p>Now one night Ulenspiegel, to avoid the cold air, had taken shelter +in a hive, and, all huddled up, was looking through the openings, of +which there were two, in the top of the hive.</p> +<p>As he was on the point of falling asleep, he heard the little trees +and bushes of the hedge crackling and heard the voices of two men whom +he took to be robbers. He looked out through one of the openings in the +hive, and saw that they both had long hair and <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb38" href="#pb38" name="pb38">38</a>]</span>a long +beard, though the beard was the mark and sign of noble rank.</p> +<p>They went from hive to hive, and came to his own, and picking it up, +they said:</p> +<p>“Let us take this one: it is the heaviest.”</p> +<p>Then they carried it off, using their sticks to do it. Ulenspiegel +took no pleasure in being thus carted in a hive. The night was clear +and bright, and the thieves walked along without uttering a word. Every +fifty paces they stopped, clean out of breath, to go on their way again +presently. The one in front grumbled furiously at having so heavy a +weight to bear, and the one behind whimpered melancholy-wise. For in +this world there are two kinds of idle cowards, those who grow angry +with work, and those that whine when there is work to be done.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, having nothing else to do, pulled the hair of the +robber who went in front, and the beard of the one behind, so that +growing tired of this game, the angry one said to the snivelling +one:</p> +<p>“Stop pulling my hair, or I will give you such a wallop on the +head with my fist that it will sink down into your chest and you will +look through your ribs like a thief through the bars of his +prison.”</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t dare, my friend,” said the sniveller, +“but it is you that are pulling me by the beard.”</p> +<p>The angry one answered:</p> +<p>“I don’t go hunting vermin in beggar fellows’ +fur.”</p> +<p>“Sir,” replied the sniveller, “do not make the +hive jump about so much; my poor arms are nearly breaking in +two.”</p> +<p>“I’ll have them off altogether,” answered the +angry fellow. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb39" href="#pb39" name= +"pb39">39</a>]</span></p> +<p>Then, putting off his leathern gear he set the hive down on the +ground, and leaped upon his comrade. And they fought with each other, +the one cursing and swearing, the other crying for mercy.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, hearing the blows pattering down, came out of the hive, +dragged it with him as far as the nearest wood so as to find it there +again, and went back to Claes’s house.</p> +<p>And thus it is that in quarrellings sly folk find their +advantage.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.20" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1072" class="main">XX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">When he was fifteen, Ulenspiegel erected a little tent +at Damme upon four stakes, and he cried out that everyone might see +within, represented in a handsome frame of hay, his present and future +self.</p> +<p>When there came a man of law, haughty and puffed up with his own +importance, Ulenspiegel would thrust his head out of the frame, and +mimicking the face of an old ape, he would say:</p> +<p>“An old mug may decay, but never flourish; am I not your very +mirror, good sir of the doctoral phiz?”</p> +<p>If he had a stout soldier for client, Ulenspiegel would hide and +show in the middle of the frame, instead of his face, a dishful of meat +and bread, and say:</p> +<p>“Battle will make hash of you; what will you give me for my +prophecy, O soldier beloved of the big-mouthed sakers?”</p> +<p>When an old man, wearing ingloriously his hoary head, would bring +Ulenspiegel his wife, a young woman, the boy, hiding himself as he had +done for the soldier, and showing in the frame a little tree, on whose +branches <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb40" href="#pb40" name= +"pb40">40</a>]</span>were hung knife handles, caskets, combs, inkhorns, +all made of horn, would call out:</p> +<p>“Whence come all these fine nicknacks, Messire? Is it not from +the hornbeam that groweth within the garden of old husbands? Who shall +say now that cuckolds are folk useless in a commonweal?”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel would display his young face in the frame alongside +the tree.</p> +<p>The old man, hearing him, would cough with masculine anger, but his +dear wife would soothe him with her hand, and smiling, come up to +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“And my mirror,” she would say, “wilt thou show it +to me?”</p> +<p>“Come closer,” Ulenspiegel would answer.</p> +<p>She would obey, and he then, kissing her wherever he could:</p> +<p>“Thy mirror,” he would say, “is stark youth with +proud codpiece.”</p> +<p>And the darling would go away also, but not without giving him +florins one or two.</p> +<p>To the fat, blear-eyed monk who would ask to see his present and +future self, Ulenspiegel would answer:</p> +<p>“Thou art a ham cupboard, and so thou shalt be a still room +for cervoise ale; for salt calleth upon drinking, is not this true, +great belly? Give me a patard for not having lied.”</p> +<p>“My son,” the monk would reply, “we never carry +money.”</p> +<p>“’Tis then the money carries thee,” would +Ulenspiegel answer, “for I know thou dost put it between two +soles under thy feet. Give me thy sandal.”</p> +<p>But the monk:</p> +<p>“My son, ’tis the property of the Convent; I will +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb41" href="#pb41" name= +"pb41">41</a>]</span>none the less take from it, if I must, two patards +for thy trouble.”</p> +<p>The monk gave them. Ulenspiegel received them graciously.</p> +<p>Thus showed he their mirror to the folk of Damme, of Bruges, of +Blankenberghe, nay, even as far away as Ostend.</p> +<p>And instead of saying to them in his Flemish speech: “<i lang= +"nl">Ik ben u lieden Spiegel</i>,” “I am your +mirror,” he said to them, shortening it, “<i lang="nl">Ik +ben ulen spiegel</i>,” even as it is still said to-day in East +and West Flanders.</p> +<p>And from thence there came to him his surname of Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.21" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1135" class="main">XXI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">As he grew up, he conceived a liking for wandering +about through fairs and markets. If he saw there any one playing on the +hautbois, the rebeck, or the bagpipes, he would, for a patard, have +them teach him the way to make music on these instruments.</p> +<p>He became above all skilled in playing on the <i lang= +"nl">rommel-pot</i>, an instrument made of a pot, a bladder, and a +stout straw. This is how he arranged them: he damped the bladder and +strained it over the pot, fastened with a string the middle of the +bladder round the knot on the straw, which was touching the bottom of +the pot, on the rim of which he then fixed the bladder stretched to +bursting point. In the morning, the bladder, being dried, gave the +sound of a tambourine when it was struck, and if the straw of the +instrument was rubbed it hummed better than a viol. And Ulenspiegel, +with his pot booming and sounding like a mastiff’s barking, went +singing carols at house doors <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb42" href= +"#pb42" name="pb42">42</a>]</span>in company with youngsters, one of +whom carried the shining star made out of paper on Twelfth Night.</p> +<p>If any master painter came to Damme to pourtray, on their knees on +canvas, the companions of some Guild, Ulenspiegel, desiring to see how +he wrought, would ask to be allowed to grind his colours, and for all +salary would accept only a slice of bread, three liards, and a pint of +ale.</p> +<p>Applying himself to the grinding, he would study his master’s +manner. When the master was away, he would try to paint like him, but +put vermilion everywhere. He tried to paint Claes, Soetkin, Katheline, +and Nele, as well as quart pots and sauce-pans. Claes prophesied to +him, seeing his works, that if he would be bold and persevering, he +might one day earn florins by the score, painting inscriptions on the +<i lang="nl">speel-wagen</i>, which are pleasure carts in Flanders and +in Zealand.</p> +<p>He learned, too, from a master mason how to carve wood and stone, +when the man came to make, in the choir of Notre Dame, a stall so +constructed that when it was necessary the aged dean could sit down on +it while still seeming to remain standing.</p> +<p>It was Ulenspiegel who carved the first handle for the knife used by +the Zealand folk. This handle he made in the shape of a cage. Within +there was a loose death’s head; above it a dog in a lying +posture. These emblems taken together signify “Blade faithful to +the death.”</p> +<p>And in this wise Ulenspiegel began to fulfil the prediction of +Katheline, showing himself painter, sculptor, clown, noble, all at once +and together, for <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb43" href="#pb43" +name="pb43">43</a>]</span>from father to son the Claes bore for arms +three quart pots argent on a field of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel was constant to no trade, and Claes told him if this +game went on, he would turn him away from the cottage.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.22" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1167" class="main">XXII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The Emperor being returned from war, asked why his son +Philip had not come to greet him.</p> +<p>The Infante’s archbishop-governor replied that he had not +desired to do so, for, so he said, he cared for nothing but books and +solitude.</p> +<p>The Emperor enquired where he was at that moment.</p> +<p>The governor answered that they must seek him in every place where +it was dark. They did so.</p> +<p>Having gone through a goodly number of chambers, they came at last +to a kind of closet, unpaven, and lit by a skylight. There they saw +stuck in the earth a post to which was fastened by the waist a pretty +little tiny monkey, that had been sent to His Highness from the Indies +to delight him with its youthful antics. At the foot of this stake +faggots still red were smoking, and in the closet there was a foul +stench of burnt hair.</p> +<p>The little beast had suffered so much dying in this fire that its +little body seemed to be not an animal that ever had life, but a +fragment of some wrinkled twisted root, and in its mouth, open as +though to cry out on death, bloody foam was visible, and the water of +its tears made its face wet.</p> +<p>“Who did this?” asked the Emperor.</p> +<p>The governor did not dare to reply, and both men remained silent, +sad, and wrathful. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb44" href="#pb44" +name="pb44">44</a>]</span></p> +<p>Suddenly in this silence there was heard a low little sound of a +cough that came from a corner in the shadow behind them. His Majesty, +turning about, received the Infante Philip, all clad in black and +sucking a lemon.</p> +<p>“Don Philip,” said he, “come and salute +me.”</p> +<p>The Infante, without budging, looked at him with his timid eyes in +which there was no affection.</p> +<p>“Is it thou,” asked the Emperor, “that hast burned +this little beast in this fire?”</p> +<p>The Infante hung his head.</p> +<p>But the Emperor:</p> +<p>“If thou wert cruel enough to do it, be brave enough to +confess it.”</p> +<p>The Infante made no answer.</p> +<p>His Majesty plucked the lemon out of his hands and flung it on the +ground, and he was about to beat his son melting away with fright, when +the archbishop, stopping him, whispered in his ear:</p> +<p>“His Highness will be a great burner of heretics one +day.”</p> +<p>The Emperor smiled, and the two men went away, leaving the Infante +alone with his monkey.</p> +<p>But there were others that were no monkeys and died in the +flames.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.23" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1212" class="main">XXIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">November had come, the month of hail in which coughing +folk give themselves up wholehearted to the music of phlegm. In this +month also the small boys descend in bands on the turnip fields, +pilfering what they can from them, to the great rage of the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb45" href="#pb45" name= +"pb45">45</a>]</span>peasants, who vainly run after them with sticks +and forks.</p> +<p>Now one evening, as Ulenspiegel was coming back from a marauding +foray, he heard close by, in a corner of the hedge, a sound of +groaning. Stooping down, he saw a dog lying upon some stones.</p> +<p>“Hey,” said he, “miserable beastie, what dost thou +there so late?”</p> +<p>Caressing the dog, he felt his back wet, thought that someone had +tried to drown him, and took him up in his arms to warm him.</p> +<p>Coming home he said:</p> +<p>“I bring a wounded patient, what shall I do to him?”</p> +<p>“Heal him,” said Claes in reply.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel set the dog down upon the table. Claes, Soetkin, and +himself then saw by the light of the lamp a little red Luxembourg +spaniel hurt on the back. Soetkin sponged the wounds, covered them with +ointment, and bound them up with linen. Ulenspiegel took the little +beast into his bed, though Soetkin wanted to have him in her own, +fearing, as she said, lest Ulenspiegel, who tumbled about in bed like a +devil in a holy water pot, should hurt the dog as he slept.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel had his own way, and tended him so well that after +six days the patient ran about like his fellows full of doggish +tricks.</p> +<p>And the <i lang="nl">school-meester</i> christened him Titus Bibulus +Schnouffius: Titus in memory of a certain good Emperor of Rome, who +took pains to gather in lost dogs; Bibulus because the dog loved +<i lang="nl">bruinbier</i> with the love of a true tosspot, and +Schnouffius because sniff-sniffing <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb46" +href="#pb46" name="pb46">46</a>]</span>everywhere he was always +thrusting his nose into rat-holes and mole holes.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.24" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1245" class="main">XXIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">At the end of the Rue Notre Dame there were two +willows planted face to face on the edge of a deep pond.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel stretched a rope between the two willows and danced upon +it one Sunday after vespers, so well that all the crowd of vagabonds +applauded him with both hand and voice. Then he came down from his rope +and held out to all the bystanders a bowl that was speedily filled with +money, but he emptied it in Soetkin’s apron and kept only eleven +liards for himself.</p> +<p>The next Sunday he would fain dance again on his rope, but certain +good-for-nought lads, being jealous of his nimbleness, had made a nick +in the rope, so that after a few bounds the rope broke in sunder and +Ulenspiegel tumbled into the water.</p> +<p>Whilst he swam to reach the bank the little fellows that cut the +rope shouted to him:</p> +<p>“How is your limber health, Ulenspiegel? Are you going to the +bottom of the pond to teach the carps to dance, dancer beyond +price?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel coming out from the water and shaking himself cried out +to them, for they were making off from him for fear of his fists:</p> +<p>“Be not afraid; come back next Sunday, I will show you tricks +on the rope and you will have a share in the proceeds.”</p> +<p>On Sunday, the lads had not sliced the cord, but were keeping watch +round about it, for fear any one might touch it, for there was a great +crowd of people. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb47" href="#pb47" name= +"pb47">47</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said to them:</p> +<p>“Each of you give me one of your shoes, and I wager that +however big or little they may be I will dance with every one of +them.”</p> +<p>“What do you pay if you lose?” they asked.</p> +<p>“Forty quarts of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>,” replied +Ulenspiegel, “and ye shall pay me three patards if I win the +wager.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said they.</p> +<p>And they each gave him a shoe. Ulenspiegel put them all in the apron +he was wearing, and thus laden he danced upon the rope, though not +without trouble.</p> +<p>The cord slicers called out from below:</p> +<p>“Thou saidst thou wouldst dance with every one of our shoes; +put them on then and hold thy wager!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, all the while dancing, made reply:</p> +<p>“I never said I would put on your shoes, but that I would +dance with them. Now I am dancing and everything in my apron is dancing +with me. Do ye not see it with your frog’s eyes all staring out +of your heads? Pay me my three patards.”</p> +<p>But they hooted at him, shouting that he must give them their shoes +back.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel threw them at them one after the other into a heap. +Therefrom arose a furious affray, for none of them could clearly +distinguish his own shoe in the heap, or lay hold of it without a +fight.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel then came down from the tree and watered the combatants, +but not with fair water.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.25" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1295" class="main">XXV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The Infante, being fifteen years of age, went +wandering, as his way was, through corridors, staircases, and +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb48" href="#pb48" name= +"pb48">48</a>]</span>chambers about the castle. But most of all he was +seen prowling about the ladies’ apartments, in order to brawl +with the pages who like himself were like cats in ambush in the +corridors. Others planting themselves in the court, would be singing +some tender ditty with their noses turned aloft.</p> +<p>The Infante, hearing them, would show himself at a window, and so +terrify the poor pages that beheld this pallid muzzle instead of the +soft eyes of their fair ones.</p> +<p>Among the court ladies there was a charming Flemish woman from +Dudzeele hard by Damme, plump, a handsome ripe fruit and marvellously +lovely, for she had green eyes and red crimped hair, shining like gold. +Of a gay humour and ardent temperament, she never hid from any one her +inclination for the lucky lord to whom she accorded the divine right of +way of love over her goodly pleasaunce. There was one at this moment, +handsome and high spirited, whom she loved. Every day at a certain hour +she went to meet him, and this Philip discovered.</p> +<p>Taking his seat upon a bench set close up against a window, he +watched for her and when she was passing in front of him, her eye +alight, her lips parted, amiable, fresh from the bath, and rustling +about her all her array of yellow brocade, she caught sight of the +Infante who said to her, without getting up from his seat:</p> +<p>“Madame, could you not stay a moment?”</p> +<p>Impatient as a filly held back in her career, at the moment when she +is hurrying to the splendid stallion neighing in the meadow, she +answered:</p> +<p>“Highness, everyone here must obey your princely +will.”</p> +<p>“Sit down beside me,” said he. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb49" href="#pb49" name="pb49">49</a>]</span></p> +<p>Then looking at her luxuriously, stonily, and warily, he said:</p> +<p>“Repeat the <i>Pater</i> to me in Flemish; they have taught it +to me, but I have forgotten it.”</p> +<p>The poor lady then must begin to say a <i>Pater</i> and he must +needs bid her say it slower.</p> +<p>And in this way he forced the poor thing to say as many as ten +<i>Paters</i>, she that thought the hour had come to go through other +orisons.</p> +<p>Then covering her with praises and flatteries, he spoke of her +lovely hair, her bright colour, her shining eyes, but did not venture +to say a word to her either of her plump shoulders or her smooth round +breast or any other thing.</p> +<p>When she thought she could get away and was already looking out into +the court where her lord was waiting for her, he asked her if she knew +truly what are the womanly virtues.</p> +<p>As she made no answer for fear of saying the wrong thing, he spoke +for her and preaching at her, he said:</p> +<p>“The womanly virtues, these be chastity, watchfulness over +honour, and sober living.”</p> +<p>He counselled her also to array herself decently and to hide closely +all that pertained to her.</p> +<p>She made sign of assent with her head saying:</p> +<p>That for His Hyperborean Highness she would much sooner cover +herself with ten bearskins than with an ell of muslin.</p> +<p>Having put him in ill humour with this retort, she fled away +rejoicing.</p> +<p>However, the fire of youth was lit up in the Infante’s bosom, +but it was not that hot burning flame that incites strong souls to high +deeds, but a dark, sinister <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb50" href= +"#pb50" name="pb50">50</a>]</span>flame come out of hell where Satan +had without doubt kindled it. And it shone in his gray eyes like the +wintry moon upon a charnel-house, and it burned him cruelly.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.26" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1355" class="main">XXVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The beautiful and sweet lady on a day left Valladolid +to go to her Château of Dudzeele in Flanders.</p> +<p>Passing through Damme attended by her fat seneschal, she saw sitting +against the wall of a cottage a boy of fifteen blowing into a bagpipe. +In front of him was a red dog that, not liking this music, howled in a +melancholy fashion. The sun shone bright. Standing beside the lad there +was a pretty girl laughing loudly at each fresh pitiful burst of +howling from the dog.</p> +<p>The beautiful dame and the fat seneschal, as they passed by the +cottage, looked at Ulenspiegel blowing, Nele laughing, and Titus +Bibulus Schnouffius howling.</p> +<p>“Bad boy,” said the dame, addressing Ulenspiegel, +“could you not cease from making that poor red beast howl in that +way?”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, with his eyes on her, blew up his bagpipe more +stoutly still. And Bibulus Schnouffius howled still more melancholily, +and Nele laughed the more.</p> +<p>The seneschal, growing angry, said to the dame, pointing to +Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“If I were to give this beggar’s spawn a dressing with +my scabbard, he would stop making this impudent hubbub.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel looked at the seneschal, called him <i lang="nl">Jan +Papzak</i>, because of his belly, and continued to <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb51" href="#pb51" name="pb51">51</a>]</span>blow his +bagpipe. The seneschal went up to him with a threatening fist, but +Bibulus Schnouffius threw himself on the man and bit him in the leg, +and the seneschal tumbled down in affright crying out:</p> +<p>“Help!”</p> +<p>The dame said to Ulenspiegel, smiling:</p> +<p>“Could you not tell me, bagpiper, if the road that runs from +Damme to Dudzeele has not been changed?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, without stopping his playing, nodded his head and +looked still at the dame.</p> +<p>“Why do you look so steadily at me?” she asked.</p> +<p>But he, still playing, stretched his eyes wide as though rapt in an +ecstasy of admiration.</p> +<p>She said to him:</p> +<p>“Are you not ashamed, young as you are, to stare at ladies +so?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel reddened slightly, went on blowing, and stared +harder.</p> +<p>“I asked you,” she went on, “if the road that runs +from Damme to Dudzeele has not altered?”</p> +<p>“It is not green now since you deprived it of the joy of +carrying you,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wilt thou guide me?” said the dame.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel remained seated, still never taking his eyes from +her. And she, seeing him so roguish, and knowing that it was a mere +trick of youth, forgave him easily. He got up, and turned to go into +his home.</p> +<p>“Where are you going?” she asked.</p> +<p>“To put on my best clothes,” he replied.</p> +<p>“Go then,” said the dame.</p> +<p>She sat down then on the bench beside the doorstep; the seneschal +did the same. She would have talked to Nele, but Nele did not answer +her, for she was jealous. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb52" href= +"#pb52" name="pb52">52</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel came back carefully washed and clad in fustian. He +looked well in his Sunday garb, the little man.</p> +<p>“Art thou verily going with this beautiful lady?” Nele +asked him.</p> +<p>“I shall be back soon,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“If I were to go instead of you?” said Nele.</p> +<p>“Nay,” he said, “the roads are full of +mire.”</p> +<p>“Why,” said the dame, angry and jealous together, +“why, little girl, do you want to keep him from coming with +me?”</p> +<p>Nele made her no answer, but big tears welled up from her eyes and +she gazed on the dame in sadness and in anger.</p> +<p>They started on their way, four all told, the dame sitting like a +queen on her white hackney caparisoned with black velvet; the seneschal +whose belly shook to his walking; Ulenspiegel holding the dame’s +hackney by the bridle, and Bibulus Schnouffius walking alongside him, +tail in air proudly.</p> +<p>They rode and strode thus for some time, but Ulenspiegel was not at +his ease; dumb as a fish he breathed in the fine odour of benjamin +wafted from the dame, and looked out of the corners of his eyes at all +her fine tags and rare jewels and furbelows, and also at her soft mien, +her bright eyes, her bared bosom, and her hair that the sun made to +shine like a golden cap.</p> +<p>“Why,” said she, “why do you say so little, my +little man?”</p> +<p>He made no reply.</p> +<p>“Your tongue is not so deep down in your shoes that you could +not manage a message for me?”</p> +<p>“Right,” said Ulenspiegel. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb53" href="#pb53" name="pb53">53</a>]</span></p> +<p>“You must,” said the dame, “leave me here and go +to Koolkercke, on the other way of the wind, and tell a gentleman clad +particoloured in black and red, that he must not look for me to-day, +but to come on Sunday at ten at night, into my castle by the +postern.”</p> +<p>“I will not go,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Why not?” asked the dame.</p> +<p>“I will not go, no!” said Ulenspiegel again.</p> +<p>The dame said to him:</p> +<p>“What is it then, little ruffled cock, that inspires thee with +this fierce mind?”</p> +<p>“I will not go!” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“But if I gave thee a florin?”</p> +<p>“No!” said he.</p> +<p>“A ducat?”</p> +<p>“No!”</p> +<p>“A carolus?”</p> +<p>“No,” said Ulenspiegel again. “And yet,” he +added, sighing, “I should like it in my mother’s purse +better than a mussel-shell.”</p> +<p>The dame smiled, then cried out suddenly:</p> +<p>“I have lost my fine rare purse, made of silken cloth and +broidered with rich pearls! At Damme it was still hanging at my +girdle.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel budged not, but the seneschal came forward to the +dame.</p> +<p>“Madame,” he said, “send not this young thief to +look for it, for you would never see it again.”</p> +<p>“And who will go then?” asked the dame.</p> +<p>“Myself,” he answered, “despite my great +age.”</p> +<p>And he went off.</p> +<p>Noon struck, the heat was great, the solitude profound; Ulenspiegel +said no word, but he doffed his <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb54" +href="#pb54" name="pb54">54</a>]</span>new doublet that the dame might +sit down in the shade beneath a lime, without fearing the cool of the +grass. He remained standing close by her, sighing.</p> +<p>She looked at him and felt pity rising up in her for this timid +little fellow, and asked him if he was not weary with standing so on +his tender young legs. He answered not a word, and as he let himself +drop down beside her, she tried to catch him, and pulled him on to her +bared bosom, where he remained with such good will that she would have +thought herself guilty of the sin of cruelty if she had bidden him seek +another pillow.</p> +<p>However, the seneschal came back and said he had not found the +purse.</p> +<p>“I found it myself,” replied the dame, “when I +dismounted from my horse, for it had unfastened its broochpin and got +caught up on the stirrup. Now,” she said to Ulenspiegel, +“take us the direct way to Dudzeele and tell me how thou art +called.”</p> +<p>“My patron,” he answered, “is Master Saint +Thylbert, a name which signifies light of foot to run after good +matters; my name is Claes and my to-name Ulenspiegel. If you would look +at yourself in my mirror, you will see that there is not upon all this +land of Flanders a flower of beauty so dazzling as your fragrant +loveliness.”</p> +<p>The dame blushed with pleasure and was in no wise wroth with +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And Soetkin and Nele wept during this long absence.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.27" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1502" class="main">XXVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">When Ulenspiegel came back from Dudzeele, he saw Nele +at the entrance to the town, leaning up <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb55" href="#pb55" name="pb55">55</a>]</span>against a barrier. She +was eating a bunch of grapes, crunching them one by one, and was +doubtless refreshed and rejoiced by the fruit, but allowed none of her +pleasure to be seen. She appeared, on the contrary, to be angry, and +plucked the grapes from off the bunch with a choleric air. She was so +dolorous and showed a face so marred, so sad and so sweet, that +Ulenspiegel was overcome with loving pity, and going up behind her, +gave her a kiss on the nape of her neck.</p> +<p>But she returned it with a great box on the ear.</p> +<p>“I can’t fathom that!” exclaimed Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>She wept with heavy sobs.</p> +<p>“Nele,” said he, “are you going to set up +fountains at the entrance to the villages?”</p> +<p>“Begone!” she said.</p> +<p>“But I cannot be gone, if you weep like this, my +dear.”</p> +<p>“I am not your dear,” said Nele, “and I do not +weep!”</p> +<p>“No, you do not weep, but none the less water comes from your +eyes.”</p> +<p>“Will you go away?” said she.</p> +<p>“No,” said he.</p> +<p>She was holding her apron the while with her little trembling hands, +and she was pulling the stuff jerkily and tears fell on it, wetting +it.</p> +<p>“Nele,” asked Ulenspiegel, “will it be fine +presently?” And he looked on her, smiling lovingly.</p> +<p>“Why do you ask me that?” said she.</p> +<p>“Because, when it is fine, it does not weep,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Go,” said she, “go to your beautiful lady in the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb56" href="#pb56" name= +"pb56">56</a>]</span>brocade dress; you made her laugh well +enough,” said she.</p> +<p>Then sang Ulenspiegel:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line hangqq">“When my darling’s tears I see</p> +<p class="line">My heart is torn atwain,</p> +<p class="line">’Tis honey when she laughs for me,</p> +<p class="line">When she weeps, a pearl.</p> +<p class="line">Always I love my dearest girl,</p> +<p class="line">And I’ll buy good wine for us,</p> +<p class="line">Good wine of Louvain,</p> +<p class="line">I’ll buy good wine for us to drink,</p> +<p class="line">When Nele smiles again.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">“Low man!” said she, “you are still +flouting me.”</p> +<p>“Nele,” said Ulenspiegel, “a man I am, but not +low, for our noble family, an aldermanish family, bears three silver +quarts on a ground of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>. Nele, is it so that +in Flanders when a man sows kisses he reaps boxes on the +ear?”</p> +<p>“I do not wish to speak to you,” said she.</p> +<p>“Then why do you open your mouth to tell me so?”</p> +<p>“I am angry,” said she.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel very lightly gave her a blow with his fist in the back, +and said:</p> +<p>“Kiss a mean thing, she’ll punch you; punch a mean thing +and she’ll anoint you. Anoint me then, darling, since I have +punched you.”</p> +<p>Nele turned about. He opened his arms, she cast herself in them +still weeping, and said:</p> +<p>“You won’t go there again, Thyl, will you?”</p> +<p>But he made her no answer, for he was too busy clasping her poor +trembling fingers and wiping away <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb57" +href="#pb57" name="pb57">57</a>]</span>with his lips the hot tears +falling from Nele’s eyes like the big drops of a thunder +shower.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.28" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1589" class="main">XXVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In these days, the noble town of Ghent refused to pay +her quota of the subsidy her son Charles the Emperor had asked of her. +She could not, being void of money through the very doings of Charles. +This was a great crime; he determined to go in his own person to +chastise her.</p> +<p>For more than any other is a son’s cudgel grievous to the back +of a mother.</p> +<p>François of the long nose, his foe, offered him free passage +through the land of France. Charles accepted, and instead of being held +a prisoner he was feasted and cherished imperially. ’Tis a +sovereign concord between princes to help one another against the +peoples.</p> +<p>Charles stayed long at Valenciennes without making any show of +anger. Ghent, his mother, lived free from fear, in the certain belief +that the Emperor, her son, would pardon her for having acted as was her +lawful right.</p> +<p>Charles arrived beneath the city walls with four thousand horse. +D’Alba was with him, so was the Prince of Orange. The common folk +and the men of petty trades had wanted to prevent this filial entry, +and to call out the eighty thousand men of the town and the flat +country; the men of substance, the so-called <i lang= +"nl">hoogh-poorters</i>, opposed this, fearing the predominance of the +lower orders. Ghent could in this way have made mincemeat of her son +and his four thousand horse. But she loved him too well, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb58" href="#pb58" name="pb58">58</a>]</span>and even +the petty traders had resumed their trust in him.</p> +<p>Charles also loved his mother, but for the money he held in his +coffers from her, and the further moneys he meant to have from her.</p> +<p>Having made himself master of the town, he set up military posts +everywhere, and had Ghent patrolled by rounds night and day. Then he +pronounced, with all pomp and ceremony, his sentence upon the town.</p> +<p>The most eminent citizens must come before his throne, with ropes +about their necks, and make full public confession of their misdeeds: +Ghent was declared guilty of the most expensive crimes, which are: +disloyalty, treaty-breaking, disobedience, sedition, rebellion, and +treason. The Emperor declared all and sundry privileges, rights, +franchises, customs, and usages void and abolished; stipulating and +engaging the future, as though he were God, that thenceforward his +successors on their entering into their seigniory would swear to +observe nothing save only the <i>Caroline Concession</i> of slavery +granted by him to the town.</p> +<p>He had the Abbey of Saint Bavon pulled down in order to rear on its +site a fortress from which he could pierce his mother’s bosom +with cannon shot.</p> +<p>Like a good son eager to come into his inheritance, he confiscated +all that belonged to Ghent, revenues, houses, artillery, munitions of +war.</p> +<p>Finding her over well defended, he knocked down the Red Tower, the +Toad’s Hole Tower, the Braampoort, the Steenpoort, the Waalpoort, +the Ketelpoort, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb59" href="#pb59" name= +"pb59">59</a>]</span>and many others wrought and carven like jewels in +stone.</p> +<p>When strangers thereafter came to Ghent, they said to one +another:</p> +<p>“What is this flat, desolate town whose wonders and praises +were sung so loudly?”</p> +<p>And the folk of Ghent would make answer:</p> +<p>“The Emperor Charles hath taken her precious girdle from the +good town.”</p> +<p>And so saying they were shamed and wroth. And from the ruins of the +gates the Emperor had the bricks for his fortress.</p> +<p>He would have Ghent poor, for thus neither by toil nor industry nor +gold could she oppose his haughty plans; therefore he condemned her to +pay the refused quota of the subsidy, four hundred thousand gold +carolus, and besides this, one hundred and fifty thousand carolus down +and six thousand every year in perpetuity. She had lent him money: he +was to pay one hundred and fifty pounds interest yearly. He took +possession by force of the deeds recording his debt and paying it in +this way, he actually enriched himself.</p> +<p>Many a time had Ghent given him love and succour, but he now smote +her bosom with a dagger, seeking blood from it because he found not +enough milk there.</p> +<p>Then he looked upon Roelandt, the great bell, and hanged from the +clapper the fellow who had sounded the alarm to call the city to defend +her right. He had no mercy for Roelandt, his mother’s tongue, the +tongue with which she spoke to Flanders: Roelandt, the proud bell, +which saith of himself: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb60" href= +"#pb60" name="pb60">60</a>]</span></p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<div lang="nl" class="lg xd20e1642"> +<p class="line">Als men my slaet dan is’t brandt.</p> +<p class="line">Als men my luyt dan is’t storm in +Vlaenderlandt.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">When they ring me there is fire.</p> +<p class="line">When they toll me there is storm in Flanders.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">Finding that his mother spoke too loud and free, he +took away the bell. And the folk of the flat country say that Ghent +died because her son had torn out her tongue with his iron pincers.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.29" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1655" class="main">XXIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">One of these days, which were bright fresh days of the +springtime, when all the earth is full of love, Soetkin was talking by +the open window, Claes humming some refrain, while Ulenspiegel had put +a judge’s cap on the head of Titus Bibulus Schnouffius. The dog +was working with his paws as though endeavouring to utter a judgment, +but it was merely to get rid of his headgear.</p> +<p>Suddenly Ulenspiegel shut the window, ran into the middle of the +room, jumped on chairs and tables, his hands stretched up to the +ceiling. Soetkin and Claes saw that all this energy was to catch a +pretty little bird that was crying out with fear, its wings fluttering, +cowering against a beam in a corner of the ceiling.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was on the point of seizing it, when Claes said +quickly:</p> +<p>“What are you jumping for like that?”</p> +<p>“To catch it,” answered Ulenspiegel, “and put it +in a cage, and give it seed and make it sing for me.”</p> +<p>Meanwhile the bird, crying shrilly with terror, was flying about the +room and dashing its head against the windowpanes. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb61" href="#pb61" name="pb61">61</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel did not cease jumping after it: Claes laid his hand +weightily on the lad’s shoulder:</p> +<p>“Catch it,” he said, “put it in a cage, make it +sing for you, do, but I, too, will put you in a cage, shut in with +stout iron bars, and I will make you sing as well. You like to run, you +will not be able to run; you will be in the shade when you are cold, in +the sun when you are hot. Then one Sunday we shall go out, forgetting +to give you any food, and we shall only come back on the Thursday, and +returning we shall find Thyl dead of hunger and stark and +stiff.”</p> +<p>Soetkin wept, Ulenspiegel sprang forward.</p> +<p>“What are you going to do?” asked Claes.</p> +<p>“I am opening the window for the bird,” he answered.</p> +<p>And indeed, the bird, which was a goldfinch, went out of the window, +uttered a cry of joy, shot up like an arrow in the air, then setting +itself in an apple tree close by, it sleeked its wings with its beak, +shook out its plumage, and becoming angry, hurled a thousand insults at +Ulenspiegel in its bird speech.</p> +<p>Then Claes said to him:</p> +<p>“Son, never take liberty from man nor beast for liberty is the +greatest boon in this world. Leave everyman to go in the sun when he is +cold, in the shade when he is hot. And may God judge His Sacred Majesty +who, having fettered freedom of belief in the land of Flanders, has now +put Ghent, the noble town, in a cage of slavery.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.30" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1689" class="main">XXX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Philip had married Marie of Portugal, whose +possessions he added to the Spanish crown; he had by her a <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb62" href="#pb62" name="pb62">62</a>]</span>son, Don +Carlos, the cruel madman. But he did not love his wife!</p> +<p>The Queen was ill after the birth. She kept her bed and had with her +her ladies in waiting, among whom was the Duchess of Alba.</p> +<p>Philip often left her alone to go and see the burning of heretics, +and all the lords and ladies of the court the same. Likewise also the +Duchess of Alba, the Queen’s noble nurse.</p> +<p>At this time the Official seized a Flemish sculptor, a Roman +Catholic, because when a monk had refused to pay the price agreed for a +wooden statue of Our Lady, he had struck the face of the statue with +his chisel, saying he would rather destroy his work than sell it for a +mean price.</p> +<p>He was denounced by the monk as an iconoclast, tortured mercilessly, +and condemned to be burned alive.</p> +<p>In the torture they had burned the soles of his feet, and as he +walked from prison to the stake, wearing the <i>san-benito</i>, he kept +crying out, “Cut off my feet, cut off my feet!”</p> +<p>And Philip heard these cries from afar off, and he was pleased, but +he did not laugh.</p> +<p>Queen Marie’s ladies left her to go to the burning, and after +them went the Duchess of Alba, who, hearing the Flemish +sculptor’s cries, wished to see the spectacle, and left the Queen +alone.</p> +<p>Philip, his noble servitors, princes, counts, esquires, and ladies +being present, the sculptor was fastened by a long chain to a stake +planted in the middle of a burning circle made of trusses of straw and +of faggots that would roast him to death slowly, if he wished to avoid +the quick fire by hugging the stake. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb63" href="#pb63" name="pb63">63</a>]</span></p> +<p>And all looked curiously on him as he sought, naked or all but naked +as he was, to stiffen his will and courage against the heat of the +fire.</p> +<p>At the same time Queen Marie was athirst on her bed of childbirth. +She saw half a melon on a dish. Dragging herself out of bed, she seized +this melon and left nothing of it.</p> +<p>Then by reason of the cold flesh of the melon, she fell into +sweating and trembling, lay on the floor, and could not move hand or +foot.</p> +<p>“Ah,” she said, “I might grow warm if someone +could carry me to my bed.”</p> +<p>She heard then the poor sculptor crying:</p> +<p>“Cut off my feet!”</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Queen Marie, “is that a dog howling for +my death?”</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>At this moment the sculptor, seeing about him none but the faces of +enemies and Spaniards, thought upon Flanders, the land of men, folded +his arms, and dragging his long chain behind him he went straight to +the straw and burning faggots and standing upright upon them with arms +still folded:</p> +<p>“Lo,” said he, “how the Flemish can die before +Spanish butchers. Cut off their feet, not mine, but theirs, that they +may run no more after murder! Long live Flanders! Flanders for ever and +evermore!”</p> +<p>And the ladies applauded, crying for mercy as they saw his proud +face.</p> +<p>And he died.</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>Queen Marie shivered from head to foot, she wept, her teeth +chattered with the cold of approaching death, and she said, stiffening +her arms and legs: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb64" href="#pb64" +name="pb64">64</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Put me in my bed, that I may be warmed.”</p> +<p>And she died.</p> +<hr class="tb"> +<p>Thus, even according to the prediction of Katheline, the good witch, +did Philip everywhere sow death, blood, and tears.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.31" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1755" class="main">XXXI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">But Ulenspiegel and Nele loved with surpassing +love.</p> +<p>It was then in the end of April, with all the trees in flower; all +the plants, bursting with sap, were awaiting May, which cometh on the +earth with a peacock for companion, blossoming like a nosegay, and +maketh the nightingales to sing among the trees.</p> +<p>Often Ulenspiegel and Nele would wander down the roads alone +together. Nele hung upon Ulenspiegel’s arm, and held to it with +both hands. Ulenspiegel, taking pleasure in this play, often passed his +arm about Nele’s waist, to hold her the better, he would tell +her. And she was happy, though she did not speak a word.</p> +<p>The wind rolled softly along the roads the perfumed breath of the +meadows; far away the sea murmured to the sun, idle and at ease; +Ulenspiegel was like a young devil, full of spunk and fire, and Nele +like a little saint from Paradise, all shamefast at her delight.</p> +<p>She leaned her head on Ulenspiegel’s shoulder, he took her +hands, and as they went, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her +darling mouth. But she did not speak.</p> +<p>After some hours, they were hot and thirsty, then <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb65" href="#pb65" name="pb65">65</a>]</span>they +drank milk at a peasant’s cottage, but they were not +refreshed.</p> +<p>And they sat down on the green turf beside a ditch. Nele was pale +and white, and pensive; Ulenspiegel looked at her, alarmed.</p> +<p>“You are sad?” she said.</p> +<p>“Ay,” said he.</p> +<p>“Why?” she asked.</p> +<p>“I know not,” he said, “but these <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e1782" title="Source: appletrees">apple trees</span> and +cherries all in blossom, this warm soft air, as it were, charged with +thunder fire, these daisies opening and blushing upon the fields, the +hawthorn there beside us in the hedgerows, all white.... Who shall tell +me why I feel troubled and always ready to die or to sleep? And my +heart beats so hard when I hear the birds awaking in the trees and see +the swallows come back, then I long to go beyond the sun and the moon. +And now I am cold, and now hot. Ah! Nele! I would fain no more be in +this low world, or give a thousand lives to the one who would love +me....”</p> +<p>But she did not speak, and smiling happily, looked at +Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.32" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1788" class="main">XXXII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the day of the Feast of the Dead, Ulenspiegel came +away from Notre Dame with some vagabonds of his own age. Lamme Goedzak +was lost among them, like a sheep in the midst of wolves.</p> +<p>Lamme freely paid for drink for everyone, for his mother gave him +three patards every Sunday and feast day.</p> +<p>He went then with his comrades <i lang="nl">In den rooden +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb66" href="#pb66" name= +"pb66">66</a>]</span>schildt</i>, to the Red Shield, whose landlord Jan +Van Liebeke served them with the <i lang="nl">dobbele knollaert</i> of +Courtrai.</p> +<p>The drink heated their wits, and talking of prayers Ulenspiegel +declared plumply that masses for the dead are good only for the +priests.</p> +<p>But there was a Judas in the band: he denounced Ulenspiegel as a +heretic. In spite of Soetkin’s tears and Claes’s +entreaties, Ulenspiegel was taken and cast into prison. There he +remained in a cellar behind bars for a month and three days without +seeing any one. The gaoler ate three quarters of his pittance. In the +meanwhile, inquiries were made into his good and bad reputation. It was +found merely that he was a sharp jester, flouting his neighbours +continually, but never having missaid Monseigneur God, or Madame Virgin +or messieurs the saints. And so the sentence was a light one, for he +might have been branded in the face with a red-hot iron, and whipped +till the blood came.</p> +<p>In consideration of his youth, the judges condemned him merely to +walk in his shirt behind the priests, bareheaded and barefooted, and a +candle in his hand, in the first procession that should go out from the +church.</p> +<p>That was on Ascension Day.</p> +<p>When the procession was returning, he must stand still under the +porch of Notre Dame and there cry aloud:</p> +<p>“Thanks to my Lord Jesu! Thanks to messieurs the priests! +Their prayers are sweet to souls in purgatory, yea, refreshing; for +every Ave is a bucket of water falling on their back, every Pater a +cistern.”</p> +<p>And the people hearkened most devoutly, not without laughing. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb67" href="#pb67" name= +"pb67">67</a>]</span></p> +<p>At the Feast of Pentecost, he must again follow the procession; he +was in his shirt, barefoot and bareheaded, candle in hand. Coming back, +standing beneath the porch, and holding his candle very reverently, not +without pulling a waggish face or two, he called in a loud clear +voice:</p> +<p>“If the prayers of Christian men are a great ease and solace +to souls in purgatory, those of the dean of Notre Dame, that holy man +perfect in the practice of all the virtues, assuage so well the +torments of the fire that it is transformed to ices all at once. But +the devil-tormentors have not so much as one crumb.”</p> +<p>And the people once more hearkened devoutly, not without laughter, +and the dean, well pleased, smiled ecclesiastically.</p> +<p>Then Ulenspiegel was banished from the land of Flanders for three +years, under condition of making pilgrimage to Rome and returning +thence with absolution from the Pope.</p> +<p>Claes must pay three florins for this sentence; but he gave still +another to his son and furnished him with the habiliments of a +pilgrim.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was brokenhearted on the day of departing, when he +embraced Claes and Soetkin, who was all in tears, the unhappy mother. +They convoyed him a long long way on his road, in company of several +townsfolk, both men and women.</p> +<p>Claes, when they came back to their cottage, said to his wife:</p> +<p>“Goodwife, it is exceeding harsh, for a few mad words, to +condemn so young a lad to so heavy a penalty in this +fashion.”</p> +<p>“Thou art weeping, my husband,” said Soetkin. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb68" href="#pb68" name= +"pb68">68</a>]</span>“Thou dost love him more than thou showest, +for thou art breaking into man’s sobs, which be lion’s +tears.”</p> +<p>But he made no answer.</p> +<p>Nele had gone to hide in the barn that none might see that she also +wept for Ulenspiegel. A long way off she followed Soetkin and Claes and +the townsfolk; when she saw her friend disappearing alone, she ran to +him and leaping on his neck:</p> +<p>“You will be finding many beautiful dames over there,” +said she.</p> +<p>“Beautiful,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I cannot tell; +but fresh as you, no, for the sun has roasted them all.”</p> +<p>Long they went their way together: Ulenspiegel was pensive and now +and then would say:</p> +<p>“I’ll make them pay their masses for the +dead.”</p> +<p>“What masses, and who will pay?” asked Nele.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“All the deans, curates, clerks, beadles, and other bigwigs +high or low that feed us on windy trash. If I were a stout workman, +they would have robbed me of the fruit of three years’ toil by +making me go pilgrimaging. But it is poor Claes who pays. They shall +repay me my three years an hundredfold, and I will chant them as well +the mass for their dead money.”</p> +<p>“Alas, Thyl, be prudent: they will burn you alive,” +replied Nele.</p> +<p>“I am pure asbestos,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And they parted, she all in tears, he brokenhearted, and in +anger.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.33" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1866" class="main">XXXIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Passing through Bruges on the Wednesday market, there +he saw a woman led along by the executioner <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb69" href="#pb69" name="pb69">69</a>]</span>and his +knaves, and a great crowd of other women around her crying and howling +a thousand vile insults.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, seeing the upper part of her dress equipped with pieces +of red cloth, and seeing the stone of justice with its iron chains, at +her neck, perceived that this was a woman who had sold for gain the +fresh young bodies of her daughters. They told him her name was Barbe, +she was the wife of Jason Darue, and would be brought in this costume +from place to place until she came back to the great marketplace, where +she would be set up on a scaffold already erected for her. Ulenspiegel +followed her with the crowd of shouting people. Once back in the great +marketplace she was set on the scaffold, bound to a stake, and the +executioner laid before her a bundle of grass and a clod, signifying +the pit of the grave.</p> +<p>They told Ulenspiegel, too, that she had been whipped already in +prison.</p> +<p>As he was going away, he met Henri le Marischal, a swashbuckling +rogue who had been hanged in the castle-ward of West Ypres and still +showed the track of the cord around his neck. “He had been +delivered,” he said, “while already hoisted into the air, +by saying one only good prayer to Notre Dame of Hal, in such wise that, +by a true miracle, the bailiffs and the judges having gone, the cords, +already loosened, broke, he fell to earth, and was in this manner saved +and sound.”</p> +<p>But later Ulenspiegel learned that this rascal delivered from the +rope was a counterfeit Henri Marischal, and that he was left to run +about retailing his lie because he was bearer of a parchment signed +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb70" href="#pb70" name= +"pb70">70</a>]</span>by the dean of Notre Dame de Hal, who by reason of +the tale of this Henri le Marischal saw flocking to his church and +lavishly feeing him all those who smelled the gallows from near by or +far off. And for a long time Our Lady of Hal was surnamed Our Lady of +the Hanged.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.34" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1883" class="main">XXXIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">At this time the inquisitors and theologians for the +second time made representation to the Emperor Charles:</p> +<p>That the Church was going to ruin; that its authority was contemned; +that if he had won so many glorious victories, he owed it to the +prayers of Catholicism, which upheld the imperial power on its high +throne.</p> +<p>A Spanish Archbishop asked him to have six thousand heads cut off or +the same number of bodies burned, in order to root the malignant +Lutheran heresy out of the Low Countries. His Sacred Majesty deemed +this insufficient.</p> +<p>And so, everywhere the terrified Ulenspiegel went he saw nothing but +heads on stakes, girls thrust into sacks and cast alive into the river; +men stretched naked on the wheel and beaten with great blows of iron +bars, women laid in shallow graves, with earth over them, and the +executioner dancing on their breast to break it in. But the confessors +of all, men and women, that had first repented, were richer by twelve +sols a time.</p> +<p>He saw at Louvain the executioners burn thirty Lutherans at once, +and light the pile with gunpowder. At Limburg he saw a family, men and +women, daughters and sons-in-law, walk to the scaffold singing +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb71" href="#pb71" name= +"pb71">71</a>]</span>psalms. The man, who was old, cried out while he +was a-burning.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel, full of fear and grief, journeyed on over the poor +earth.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.35" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e1900" class="main">XXXV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In the fields, he shook himself like a bird or like a +dog loosed from the lead, and his heart took comfort before the trees, +the meadows, the clear sun.</p> +<p>Having walked for three days, he came to the neighbourhood of +Brussels, in the powerful commune of Uccle. Passing before the hostelry +of the Trumpet, he was enticed by a celestial fragrance of fricassees. +He asked a little tramp who, nose in air, was regaling himself with the +odour of the sauces, in whose honour this festival incense arose to +heaven. The other replied that the Brothers of the Good Red Nose were +to assemble after vespers to celebrate the deliverance of the commune +by the women and girls in olden time.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, spying from far off a pole surmounted by a popinjay, +and all around goodwives armed with bows, asked if women were becoming +archers nowadays.</p> +<p>The tramp, sniffing up the odour of the sauces, replied that in the +days of the Good Duke those same bows, in the hands of the women of +Uccle, had laid low more than a hundred brigands.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, desiring to know more of this, the tramp told him that +he would not say another word so hungry and so thirsty was he, unless +he gave him a patard for food and drink. Ulenspiegel gave it him out of +pity. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb72" href="#pb72" name= +"pb72">72</a>]</span></p> +<p>As soon as the tramp had his patard, he went into the Trumpet Inn, +like a fox into a henroost, and came out in triumph with half a sausage +and a great hunch of bread.</p> +<p>All at once Ulenspiegel heard a soft noise of tambourines and viols, +and beheld a great troop of women dancing, and among them a comely +matron with a gold chain about her neck.</p> +<p>The tramp, who laughed for joy at having had something to eat, told +Ulenspiegel that this handsome young woman was the Queen of the +Archery, was called Mietje, the wife of Messire Renonckel, the sheriff +of the commune. Then he asked Ulenspiegel for six liards for drink: +Ulenspiegel gave them to him. Thus having eaten and drunken, the tramp +sat down in the sun and picked his teeth and trimmed his nails.</p> +<p>When the women archers caught sight of Ulenspiegel in his +pilgrim’s array, they set to work dancing about him in a ring, +saying:</p> +<p>“Good morrow, handsome pilgrim; do you come from far away, +youngling pilgrim?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“I come from Flanders, a fine country rich in loving +girls.”</p> +<p>And he thought sadly of Nele.</p> +<p>“What was your crime?” they asked him, desisting from +their dancing.</p> +<p>“I would not dare to confess it,” said he, “so +great a one it was. But I have other things that are not +small.”</p> +<p>They smiled at that and asked why he must travel in this wise with +staff and scrip and oyster shell. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb73" +href="#pb73" name="pb73">73</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Because,” said he, lying a little, “I said that +masses for the dead are of advantage to the priests.”</p> +<p>“They bring them in good coin,” replied they, “but +they are of advantage to souls in purgatory.”</p> +<p>“I wasn’t there,” rejoined Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Will you eat with us, pilgrim?” said the prettiest of +the archers.</p> +<p>“I will gladly eat with you,” said he, “and eat +you, and all the others turn about, for you are titbits for a king, +more delicious than ortolans or thrushes or woodcocks.”</p> +<p>“God give you food,” said they, “this is game +beyond price.”</p> +<p>“Like all of you, dear ones,” he answered.</p> +<p>“Aye, verily,” said they, “but we are not for +sale.”</p> +<p>“And for the giving?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Ay,” said they, “of blows to the overbold. And if +you need it, we will thrash you like a sheaf of corn.”</p> +<p>“I abstain therefrom,” said he.</p> +<p>“Come eat,” said they.</p> +<p>He followed them into the court of the inn, happy to see these fresh +faces about him. Suddenly he beheld entering the court with high +ceremony, with banner and trumpet and flute and tambourine, the +Brothers of the Good Red Nose, wearing in fatness the jolly name of +their fellowship. As they looked curiously upon him, the women told +them it was a pilgrim they had picked up by the way and that finding +him a true Red Nose, and matching their husbands and betrotheds, they +had been minded to make him share their feast.</p> +<p>The men approved their tale, and one said: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb74" href="#pb74" name="pb74">74</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Pilgrim on pilgrimage, wouldst thou pilgrimage through sauces +and fricassees?”</p> +<p>“I shall have seven-leagued boots for that,” said +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>As he was on the point of entering the hall of the feasting with +them, he descried on the road to Paris twelve blind men trudging along. +When they passed before him, complaining of hunger and of thirst, +Ulenspiegel said to himself that they would sup that night like kings, +at the charge of the dean of Uccle, in memory of the masses for the +dead. He went to them and said:</p> +<p>“Here be nine florins, come and eat. Do ye smell the good +fragrance of the fricassees?”</p> +<p>“Alas!” said they, “for the last half of a league, +and no hope.”</p> +<p>“You shall eat,” said Ulenspiegel, “now you have +nine florins.” But he did not give them.</p> +<p>“A blessing on thee,” said they.</p> +<p>And guided by Ulenspiegel, they sat down around a small table, while +the Brothers of the Good Red Nose sate at a great one with their +goodwives and sweethearts.</p> +<p>Speaking with full assurance of nine florins:</p> +<p>“Host,” said the blind men, proudly, “give us to +eat and drink of your best.”</p> +<p>The host, who had heard a mention of the nine florins, believed them +to be in their pouches, and asked what they wished to have.</p> +<p>Then all of them, speaking at once, cried out:</p> +<p>“Peas with bacon, a hotchpotch of beef, veal, mutton, and +fowl.”—“Are sausages meant for +dogs?”—“Who ever smelled the passing of black +puddings and white, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb75" href="#pb75" +name="pb75">75</a>]</span>without seizing them by the collar? I used to +see them, alas! when my poor eyes were candles to +me.”—“Where are the <i lang="fr"><span lang= +"nl">koekebakken</span> au beurre</i> of Anderlecht? They sing in the +pan, succulent and crisp, mother of quart +draughts.”—“Who will bring under my nose ham and eggs +or eggs and ham, those tender brothers and close friends in the +mouth?”—“Where are ye, divine <i lang= +"nl">choesels</i>, swimming, proud viands that you are, in the midst of +kidneys, of cockscombs, of <i lang="fr">riz de veau</i>, of oxtails, +sheep’s trotters, and abundant onions, pepper, cloves, nutmeg, +all in the stew and three quarts of white wine for +sauce?”—“Who will bring you to me, divine +<i>andouilles</i>, so good that ye say no word when ye are swallowed? +Ye came ever straight from <i lang="nl">Luy-leckerland</i>, the rich +country of the happy do-naughts, the lickers up of never-ending sauces. +But where are ye, withered leaves of bygone +autumns!”—“I want a leg of mutton with +beans.”—“I want pigs’ plumes, their +ears.”—“For me a rosary of ortolans, with woodcocks +for the <i>Paters</i> on it and a fat capon for the <i lang= +"la">Credo</i>.”</p> +<p>The host answered sedately:</p> +<p>“You shall have an omelette of sixty eggs, and for guiding +posts for you spoons, fifty black puddings, planted smoking hot on this +mountain of nourishment, and <i lang="nl">dobbel peterman</i> to wash +all down with: that will be the river.”</p> +<p>The water came into the mouths of the poor blind men and they +said:</p> +<p>“Serve us the mountain, the guideposts, and the +river.”</p> +<p>And the Brothers of the Good Red Nose and their goodwives already at +table with Ulenspiegel said that this day was for the blind the day of +invisible junketing, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb76" href="#pb76" +name="pb76">76</a>]</span>and that the poor men thus lost the half of +their pleasure.</p> +<p>When the omelette arrived, all decked with parsley and nasturtium, +and borne by the host and four cooks, the blind men would fain have +thrown themselves upon it and already were haggling in it, but the host +served them separately, not without difficulty, to each his share in +his own dish.</p> +<p>The archer women were touched to see them eating and heaving sighs +of content, for they were mightily hungered and swallowed down the +black puddings like oysters. The <i lang="nl">dobbel peterman</i> +flowed down into their bellies like cascades falling from mountain +tops.</p> +<p>When they had cleaned their dishes, they asked again for <i lang= +"nl">koekebakken</i>, for ortolans and fresh fricassees. The host only +served them a great dish of bones of beef and veal and mutton swimming +in a good sauce. He did not give each his portion.</p> +<p>When they had dipped their bread and their hands up to the elbows in +the sauce, and only brought up bones of every kind, even some ox jaw +bones, everyone thought his neighbour had all the meat, and they beat +each other’s faces furiously with the bones.</p> +<p>The Brothers of the Good Red Nose, having laughed their fill, +charitably conveyed part of their own feast into the poor +fellows’ dish, and he who groped in the plate for a bone for a +weapon would set his hand on a thrush, a chicken, a lark or two, while +the goodwives, pulling their heads back, would pour Brussels wine down +their throats in a flood, and when they groped about blindly to feel +whence these streams of ambrosia were coming to them, they caught +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb77" href="#pb77" name= +"pb77">77</a>]</span>nothing but a petticoat, and would fain have held +it, but it would whisk away from them suddenly.</p> +<p>And so they laughed, drank, ate, and sang. Some scenting out the +pretty goodwives, ran all about the hall beside themselves, bewitched +by love, but teasing girls would mislead them, and hiding behind a Good +Red Nose would say “kiss me.” And they would, but instead +of a woman, they kissed the bearded face of a man, and not without +rebuffs.</p> +<p>The Good Red Noses sang, the blind men, too. And the jolly goodwives +smiled kindly seeing their glee.</p> +<p>When these rich and sappy hours were over, the <i lang="nl">baes</i> +said to them:</p> +<p>“You have eaten well and drunk well, I want seven +florins.”</p> +<p>Each one swore he had no purse, and accused his neighbour. Hence +arose yet another fray in which they sought to strike one another with +foot and fist and head, but they could not, and struck out wildly, for +the Good Red Noses, seeing the play, kept man away from man. And blows +hailed upon the empty air, save one that by ill chance fell upon the +face of the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, who, in a rage, searched them all +and found on them nothing but an old scapular, seven liards, three +breeches buttons, and their paternosters.</p> +<p>He wanted to fling them into the swinehouse and leave them there on +bread and water until someone should pay what they owed for them.</p> +<p>“Do you,” said Ulenspiegel, “want me to go surety +for them?”</p> +<p>“Ay,” replied the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, “if +someone will be surety for you.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb78" href="#pb78" name="pb78">78</a>]</span></p> +<p>The Good Red Noses were about to do it, but Ulenspiegel stopped +them, saying:</p> +<p>“The dean will be surety, I am going to find him.”</p> +<p>Thinking of the masses for the dead, he went to the deanery and told +him how that the <i lang="nl">baes</i> of the Trumpet, being possessed +of the devil, spoke of nothing but pigs and blind men, the pigs +devouring the blind and the blind eating the pigs under divers unholy +guises of roasts and fricassees. During these fits, said he, the +<i lang="nl">baes</i> broke everything in the house, and he begged the +dean to come and deliver the poor man from this wicked fiend.</p> +<p>The dean promised, but said he could not go immediately, for at that +moment he was casting up the accounts of the chapter, and endeavouring +to derive some profit out of them.</p> +<p>Seeing him impatient, Ulenspiegel said he would come back with the +wife of the <i lang="nl">baes</i> and that the dean could speak to her +himself.</p> +<p>“Come both of you,” said the dean.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel came back to the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, and said to +him:</p> +<p>“I have just seen the dean, he will stand surety for the blind +men. While you keep guard over them, let the hostess come with me to +the dean, he will repeat to her what I have just told you.”</p> +<p>“Go, goodwife,” said the <i lang="nl">baes</i>.</p> +<p>She went off with Ulenspiegel to the dean, who was still figuring to +find his profit. When she came in with Ulenspiegel, he impatiently +waved her away, saying:</p> +<p>“Be easy, I shall come to your husband’s help in a day +or two.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel, returning to the Trumpet, said <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb79" href="#pb79" name="pb79">79</a>]</span>to +himself, “He will pay seven florins, and that will be my first +mass for the dead.”</p> +<p>And he went on his way, and the blind men likewise.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.36" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2126" class="main">XXXVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Finding himself, on the morrow, upon a highway in the +midst of a great crowd of folk, Ulenspiegel went with them, and soon +knew that it was the day of the pilgrimage of Alsemberg.</p> +<p>He saw poor old women marching backwards, barefooted, for a florin +and for the expiation of the sins of certain great ladies. On the edge +of the highway, to the sound of rebecks, viols, and bagpipes, more than +one pilgrim was holding a frying feast and junketing of <i lang= +"nl">bruinbier</i>. And the smoke of delicious stews mounted towards +heaven like a suave incense of food.</p> +<p>But there were other pilgrims, low fellows, needy and starveling, +who, paid by the Church, were walking backwards for six sols.</p> +<p>A little man, completely bald, with staring eyes and a savage look, +was skipping along backwards behind them reciting paternosters.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, wishing to know why he was mimicking the crayfishes in +this fashion, planting himself before him and smiling, jumped in step +with him. The rebecks, fifes, viols, and bagpipes, and the groans of +the pilgrims made the music for the dance.</p> +<p>“Jan van den Duivel,” said Ulenspiegel, “is it +that you may more certainly fall that you run in this wise?”</p> +<p>The man made no answer and went on mumbling his paternosters.</p> +<p>“Perhaps,” said Ulenspiegel, “you want to know +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb80" href="#pb80" name= +"pb80">80</a>]</span>how many trees there are along the road. But are +you not counting the leaves also?”</p> +<p>The man, who was reciting a <i>Credo</i>, signed to Ulenspiegel to +hold his tongue.</p> +<p>“Perhaps,” said the latter, still skipping before him +and imitating him, “it is the result of some sudden madness that +you should thus be going the contrary way to everybody else. But he who +would have a wise answer from a madman is not wise himself. Is not this +true, master of the peeled poll?”</p> +<p>As the man still made no answer, Ulenspiegel went on skipping, but +making so much noise with his boot-soles that the road reëchoed +like a wooden box.</p> +<p>“Maybe,” said Ulenspiegel, “you might be dumb, +good sir?”</p> +<p>“<i lang="la">Ave Maria</i>,” said the other, +“<i lang="la">gratia plena et benedictus fructus ventris tui +Jesu.</i>”</p> +<p>“Maybe you are deaf as well?” said Ulenspiegel. +“We shall see that: they say deaf men hear neither praises nor +insults. Let us see if the drums of your ears are skin or brass: +thinkest thou, lantern without candle, simulacrum of a foot-goer, that +thou dost resemble a man? That will be when men are made of rags. Where +has such jaundiced visnomy been ever seen, that peeled head, save on +the gallows field? Wast thou not hanged of yore?”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went on dancing, and the man, who was entering on +the ways of wrath, was running backwards angrily still mumbling his +paternosters.</p> +<p>“Maybe,” said Ulenspiegel, “thou comprehendest but +high Flemish, I will speak to thee in the low: if thou art no glutton, +thou art a drunkard, if no drunkard, but a water bibber, thou art +foully choked elsewhere; if not constipated, thou art jerry-go-nimble; +if not a <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb81" href="#pb81" name= +"pb81">81</a>]</span>lecher, a capon; if there be temperance, it was +not that that filled the tun of thy belly, and if in the thousand +million men that people the earth there were but one only cuckold, it +would be thou.”</p> +<p>At this word Ulenspiegel sat down upon his seat, legs in air, for +the man had fetched him such a blow with his fist under the nose that +he saw more than a hundred candles. Then cunningly falling upon him, +despite the weight of his belly, he struck him everywhere, and blows +rained like hail upon the thin frame of Ulenspiegel, whose cudgel fell +to the ground.</p> +<p>“Learn by this lesson,” said the man, “not to +pester honest folk going on pilgrimage. For you may know that I go thus +to Alsemberg according to custom to implore Madam Holy Mary to cause to +miscarry a child my wife conceived when I was on my travels. To win so +great a boon, a man must needs walk and dance backward from the +twentieth step from his home to the foot of the church steps, without +speaking. Alas! now I must begin all over again.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel having picked up his cudgel said:</p> +<p>“I shall help you, rascal, you who would have Our Lady serve +to kill babes in their mothers’ womb.”</p> +<p>And he fell to beating the wretched cuckold so cruelly that he left +him for dead on the road.</p> +<p>All this while there rose to heaven the groans of pilgrims, the +sounds of fifes, viols, rebecks, and bagpipes, and, like a pure +incense, the savour of frying.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.37" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2191" class="main">XXXVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Claes, Soetkin, and Nele were gossiping together about +the ingle, and talked of the pilgrim on his pilgrimage. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb82" href="#pb82" name="pb82">82</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Daughter,” said Soetkin, “why cannot you, by the +might of the spell of youth, keep him always with us?”</p> +<p>“Alas!” said Nele, “I cannot.”</p> +<p>“’Tis because,” said Claes, “he hath a +counter charm that drives him to run without ever resting save for the +work of his teeth.”</p> +<p>“The cruel, ugly fellow!” sighed Nele.</p> +<p>“Cruel,” said Soetkin, “I admit, but ugly, no. If +my son Ulenspiegel has not a Greek or a Roman countenance, he is all +the better for that; for they are of Flanders his agile feet, of the +Frank of Bruges his keen brown eye, and his nose and his mouth made by +two past masters in the science of humour and sculpture.”</p> +<p>“Who, then,” asked Claes, “made him his lazy arms +and his legs too prone to run to pleasure?”</p> +<p>“His heart that is over young,” replied Soetkin.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.38" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2211" class="main">XXXVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In these days Katheline by her simples cured an ox, +three sheep, and a pig belonging to Speelman but could not cure a cow +that belonged to Jan Beloen. The latter accused her of sorcery. He +averred that she had cast a spell on the beast, inasmuch as, while +giving his simples, she caressed and talked to it, doubtless in a +diabolical speech, for an honest Christian should not talk to a +beast.</p> +<p>The said Jan Beloen added that he was a neighbour of +Speelman’s, whose ox, sheep, and pig she had healed, and if she +had killed his cow, it was doubtless at the instigation of Speelman, +jealous to see that his, Beloen’s, land was better tilled than +his own. Upon <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb83" href="#pb83" name= +"pb83">83</a>]</span>the testimony of Peter Meulemeester, a man of good +life and conduct, and also of Jan Beloen, certifying that Katheline was +reputed a witch in Damme, and had doubtless killed the cow, Katheline +was arrested and condemned to be tormented until she should have +confessed her crimes and misdeeds.</p> +<p>She was questioned by a sheriff who was always in a rage, for he +drank brandy all day long. He had Katheline put upon the first bench of +torment in his presence and before the <i lang="nl">Vierschare</i>.</p> +<p>The executioner stripped her naked, then shaved her hair and all her +body, looking everywhere to see if she concealed a charm.</p> +<p>Finding nothing, he fastened her with cords to the bench. Then she +spake:</p> +<p>“I am all shamed to be naked thus before these men, Madam +Mary, grant that I may die!”</p> +<p>Then the executioner put wet cloths upon her breast, her belly, and +her legs, and raising the bench, he poured hot water into her stomach +in such quantities that she was all swelled up. Then he lowered the +bench again.</p> +<p>The sheriff asked Katheline if she would confess her crime. She made +sign that she would not. The executioner poured more hot water into +her, but she vomited all of it out again.</p> +<p>Then at the chirurgeon’s bidding she was untied. She did not +speak, but struck on her breast to say the hot water had burned her. +When the sheriff perceived that she had recovered from this first +torment he said to her:</p> +<p>“Confess thou art a witch, and that thou didst cast a spell +upon the cow.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb84" href="#pb84" +name="pb84">84</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I will not confess,” said she. “I love all dumb +beasts, as much as my poor heart may, and I would harm myself rather +than them, who cannot defend themselves. I used the needful simples to +cure the cow.”</p> +<p>But the sheriff:</p> +<p>“Thou didst give her poison,” said he, “for the +cow is dead.”</p> +<p>“Master sheriff,” answered Katheline, “I am here +before you, in your power. I dare say to you, nevertheless, that a +beast can die of sickness, like a man, in spite of the assistance of +the surgeons and the doctors. And I swear by my Lord Christ who died on +the cross for our sins, that I have wished no harm to this cow, but +sought to cure her by simple remedies.”</p> +<p>Then said the sheriff, enraged:</p> +<p>“This devil’s hag will not always deny, let her be put +on another bench for the torment!”</p> +<p>And therewith he drank a great glass of brandy.</p> +<p>The executioner made Katheline sit on the lid of an oaken coffin +placed upon trestles. The said lid, shaped like a roof, was sharp as a +blade. A great fire was burning in the fireplace, for it was then +November.</p> +<p>Katheline, seated upon the coffin and a spit of sharpened wood, was +shod with tight shoes of new leather and set before the fire. When she +felt the sharp wooden edge of the coffin and the pointed spit entering +her flesh, and when the fire heated and shrank the leather of her +shoes, she cried:</p> +<p>“I suffer a thousand pangs! Who will give me black +poison?”</p> +<p>“Put her nearer the fire,” said the sheriff. Then +questioning Katheline: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb85" href="#pb85" +name="pb85">85</a>]</span></p> +<p>“How often,” said he, “didst thou bestride a broom +to go to the Sabbath? How often didst thou blast the corn in the ear, +the fruit upon the tree, the babe in the mother’s womb? How often +didst thou turn two brothers to sworn foes, and two sisters into rivals +filled with hatred?”</p> +<p>Katheline would have spoken, but could not, and moved her arms as +though to say no. The sheriff then:</p> +<p>“She will only speak when she feels all her witch fat melt in +the fire. Put her nearer.”</p> +<p>Katheline cried out. The sheriff said:</p> +<p>“Pray to Satan that he may cool thee.”</p> +<p>She made a movement as though she would take off her shoes that were +smoking in the fierceness of the fire.</p> +<p>“Pray to Satan that he pull off thy shoes,” said the +sheriff.</p> +<p>The clock was striking ten, the furious creature’s dinner +hour; he went away with the executioner and the clerk, leaving +Katheline alone before the fire, in the torture chamber.</p> +<p>At eleven they came back and found Katheline seated stiff and +motionless. The clerk said:</p> +<p>“She is dead, I think.”</p> +<p>The sheriff ordered the executioner to take Katheline down from the +coffin and the shoes from off her feet. Not being able to pull them +off, he cut them away, and the feet of Katheline were disclosed red and +bleeding.</p> +<p>And the sheriff, thinking of his meal, looked at her without a word; +but presently she recovered her senses, and falling on the ground and +unable to rise for all her efforts, she said to the sheriff: +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb86" href="#pb86" name= +"pb86">86</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Once on a time wouldst fain have had me to wife, but now thou +shalt not have me. Four times three it is the sacred number, and the +thirteenth is the husband.”</p> +<p>Then as the sheriff would have spoken, she said to him:</p> +<p>“Stay silent, he has hearing finer than the archangel that in +heaven counts the heart beats of the just. Why dost thou come so late? +Four times three it is the sacred number, he slayeth those that desire +me.”</p> +<p>The sheriff said:</p> +<p>“She receives the devil in her bed.”</p> +<p>“She is out of her wits with the anguish of the +torment,” said the clerk.</p> +<p>Katheline was taken back to prison. Three days after, the +sheriff’s court being assembled in the <i lang= +"nl">Vierschare</i>, Katheline after deliberation was condemned to the +fire.</p> +<p>The executioner and his assistants brought her to the marketplace of +Damme where there was a scaffold on which she mounted. In the +marketplace were the provost, the herald, and the judges.</p> +<p>The trumpets of the town herald sounded three times, and turning to +the people he announced:</p> +<p>“The magistrate of Damme, having had compassion on the woman +Katheline, has been pleased not to exact punishment according to the +extreme rigour of the law of the town, but in order to bear witness +that she is a witch, her hair shall be burned, she shall pay twenty +gold carolus by way of fine, and shall be banished for three years from +the precincts of Damme under pain of losing one limb.”</p> +<p>And the people applauded this harsh lenity. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb87" href="#pb87" name="pb87">87</a>]</span></p> +<p>The executioner thereupon bound Katheline to the stake, set a wig of +tow upon her shaven head and set it on fire. And the tow burned long +and Katheline cried out and wept.</p> +<p>Then she was unbound and taken without the boundaries of Damme upon +a cart, for her feet were burned.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.39" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2322" class="main">XXXIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel being now at Bois-le-Duc in Brabant, the +magnates of the town would fain have appointed him their fool, but he +would none of this dignity. “Pilgrim on pilgrimage cannot play +fool as a permanency, but only at inns and on the highways.”</p> +<p>At this same time Philip, who was King of England, came to visit the +countries of his future inheritance, Flanders, Brabant, Hainault, +Holland, and Zealand. He was then in his twenty-ninth year; in his +grayish eyes dwelt sour melancholy, savage dissimulation, and cruel +resolution. Cold was his countenance, and stiff his head covered with +tawny hair; stiff, too, his meagre torso and spindle limbs. Slow was +his speech and thick as though he had wool in his mouth.</p> +<p>Amid tourneys, jousts, and feastings, he visited the joyous duchy of +Brabant, the rich county Flanders, and his other seignories. Everywhere +he swore to observe and confirm the privileges; but when at Brussels he +took oath upon the Testament to observe the Golden Bull of Brabant his +hand clenched so tight that he must needs take it away from the sacred +book.</p> +<p>He went to Antwerp, where they put up twenty-three triumphal arches +to receive him. The city disbursed two hundred and eighty-seven +thousand florins to pay <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb88" href= +"#pb88" name="pb88">88</a>]</span>for these arches and for the costumes +of eighteen hundred and seventy-nine merchants all clad in crimson +velvet and for the rich livery of four hundred and sixteen lackeys and +the brilliant silk trappings of four thousand burgesses, all clad +alike. Many feasts were given by the rhetoricians of all the cities in +the Low Countries, or nearly all.</p> +<p>There were seen, with their fools male and female, the Prince of +Love, of Tournai, mounted upon a sow that was called Astarte; the King +of Fools, of Lille, who led a horse by the tail and walked behind; the +Prince of Pleasure, of Valenciennes, who amused himself counting how +many times his donkey broke wind; the Abbot of Mirth, of Arras, who +drank Brussels wine from a flask shaped like a breviary, and that was +gay reading; the Abbot of the Paux-Pourvus, of Ath, who was provided +with linen full of holes and boots down at heel, but had a sausage with +which he made good provision for his belly; the Provost of Madcaps, a +young man mounted on a shy goat, and who trotting in the crowd got many +a thwack because of her; the Abbot of the Silver Dish, from Quesnoy, +who mounted on his horse pretended to be sitting in a dish, saying +“there is no beast so big that fire cannot cook him.”</p> +<p>And they played all kinds of harmless foolery, but the King remained +sad and severe.</p> +<p>That same evening, the Markgrave of Antwerp, the burgomasters, +captains and deans, assembled together to find out some game or play +that might win Philip the King to laughter.</p> +<p>Said the Markgrave:</p> +<p>“Have ye not heard tell of a certain Pierkin Jacobsen, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb89" href="#pb89" name= +"pb89">89</a>]</span>the town-fool of Bois-le-Duc, and far renowned for +his merry tricks?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” said the others.</p> +<p>“Well!” said the Markgrave, “let us summon him to +come hither, and bid him do us some nimblewitted turn, since our own +fool has his boots stuffed with lead.”</p> +<p>“Let us summon him hither,” said they.</p> +<p>When the messenger from Antwerp came to Bois-le-Duc, they told him +that the fool Pierkin had snuffed out his candle with over-much +laughing, but that there was in the town another fool, a bird of +passage, called Ulenspiegel. The messenger went to look for him in a +tavern where he was eating a fricassee of mussels and making a +petticoat for a girl with the shells.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was delighted when he knew that it was for him the +courier of the commune had come all the way from Antwerp, mounted upon +a fine horse of Vuern-Ambacht and leading another by the bridle.</p> +<p>Without setting foot to ground, the courier asked him if he knew +where to find a new trick to make King Philip laugh.</p> +<p>“I have a mine of them under my hair,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>They went away together. The two horses galloping loose-reined +brought Ulenspiegel and the courier to Antwerp.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel made his appearance before the Markgrave, the two +burgomasters, and the officials of the commune.</p> +<p>“What do you intend to do?” asked the Markgrave.</p> +<p>“Fly in the air,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“How will you set about this?” asked the Markgrave. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb90" href="#pb90" name= +"pb90">90</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Do you know,” asked Ulenspiegel, “what is worth +less than a burst bladder?”</p> +<p>“I do not know,” said the Markgrave.</p> +<p>“A secret that has been let out,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile, the heralds of the games, mounted upon their +handsome steeds caparisoned with crimson velvet, rode through all the +main streets, squares, and carfaxes of the city, sounding clarions and +with beat of drum. In this fashion they announced to the <i lang= +"nl">signorkes</i> and the <i lang="nl">signorkinnes</i> that +Ulenspiegel, the fool of Damme, would fly in the air at the quay, there +being present upon a staging King Philip and his high illustrious and +distinguished company.</p> +<p>Over against the staging there was a house built in the Italian +fashion, with a gutter running along the whole length of the roof. A +garret window opened upon the gutter.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel on this day went through the city everywhere riding upon +an ass. A footman ran alongside him. Ulenspiegel had donned the fine +robe of crimson silk the magnates of the commune had given him. His +headgear was a hood, crimson as well, on which were seen two +asses’ ears with a bell on the tip of each. He wore a necklace of +copper medallions embossed with the shield of Antwerp. On the sleeves +of the robe there tinkled at each pointed elbow a gilt bell. He had +shoes with gilt soles, and a bell at the tip of each.</p> +<p>His ass was caparisoned with crimson silk and on each thigh carried +the shield of Antwerp broidered in fine gold.</p> +<p>The footman brandished a donkey’s head in one hand and in the +other a branch at the end of which chimed a cowbell from a forest-bred +cow. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb91" href="#pb91" name= +"pb91">91</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, leaving his ass and his footman in the street, climbed +up into the gutter.</p> +<p>There, shaking his bells, he opened out his arms as if he was on the +point of flying. Then leaning down towards King Philip, he said:</p> +<p>“I thought there was no fool in Antwerp save only me, but I +perceive the town is full of them. If you had told me you were going to +fly, I should not have believed you; but let a fool come and tell you +he will do it, and you believe him. How would you have me fly, since I +have no wings?”</p> +<p>Some laughed, others swore, but all said:</p> +<p>“This fool says what is none the less quite true.”</p> +<p>But King Philip remained stiff as a king of stone.</p> +<p>And the magnates of the commune said softly one to the other:</p> +<p>“There was no need to make such great festival for such a +sour-face.”</p> +<p>And they gave three florins to Ulenspiegel, who departed, first +perforce restoring to them the robe of crimson silk.</p> +<p>“What are three florins in the pouch of a young man but a +snowball before a fire, a full bottle in front of you, wide-throated +drinkers? Three florins! The leaves fall from the trees and sprout +again upon them, but florins leave pouches and return thither no more: +the butterflies flitter away with the summer time, and the florins, +too, although they weigh two <i>estrelins</i> and nine +<i>as</i>.”</p> +<p>So saying, Ulenspiegel contemplated his three florins closely.</p> +<p>“What a haughty mien,” murmured he, “hath the +Emperor Charles upon the obverse, cuirassed and helmeted, holding a +sword in one hand and in the other <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb92" +href="#pb92" name="pb92">92</a>]</span>the globe of this poor earthly +world! He is by the grace of God Emperor of the Romans, King of Spain, +and so forth, and he is most gracious towards these our countries, this +emperor in the cuirass. And here on the reverse is a shield on which +are graven and displayed the arms of a duke, count, etc., pertaining to +his divers possessions, with this goodly device: <i lang="la">Da mihi +virtutem contra hostes tuos</i>: ‘Give me strength against thy +enemies.’ He was valiant indeed against those of the reformed +that have goods to confiscate, and he inheriteth them. Ah! were I the +Emperor Charles, I would have florins minted for everybody, and each +man being rich, no one should work more.”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel looked in vain at the lovely money; it was gone +towards the land of ruin to the clinking of quart pots and the chiming +of bottles.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.40" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2435" class="main">XL</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">While he displayed himself on the gutter all clad in +crimson silk, Ulenspiegel had not seen Nele who from the crowd was +looking on him smiling. She was living at this time at Borgerhout near +Antwerp, and thought that if some fool was to fly before King Philip, +it could only be her friend Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>As he marched along the way, plunged in reverie, he did not hear a +sound of hastening steps behind him, but felt two hands that were laid +flat upon his eyes. Guessing Nele instinctively:</p> +<p>“Are you there?” said he.</p> +<p>“Aye,” she said, “I have been running behind you +ever since you came out of the city. Come with me.”</p> +<p>“But where,” said he, “where is Katheline?” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb93" href="#pb93" name= +"pb93">93</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Thou dost not know it,” said she, “that she was +tortured unjustly for a witch, then banished out of Damme for three +years, and that they burned her feet and burned tow upon her head. I +tell thee this that thou mayest have no fear of her, for she is out of +her wits because of the cruel torment. Often she spends whole hours +looking at her feet and saying: ‘Hanske, my sweet devil, see what +they did to thy dear. And her poor feet are like two wounds.’ +Then she weeps, saying: ‘Other women have a husband or a lover, +but I live at this moment as a widow.’ I tell her then that +Hanske will hate her if she speaks of him before other folk than me. +And she obeys me like a child save when she sees a cow or an ox, the +cause of her torture; then she flees running without stay, and nothing +can stop her, fences, streams, or ditches, till she falls for weariness +in some corner of the wayside or against the wall of a farm, whither I +go and take her up and dress her poor feet that are by then all +bleeding. And I deem that in burning the hank of tow they burned also +her brain in her head.”</p> +<p>And both were grieved thinking upon Katheline.</p> +<p>They came to her and saw her sitting upon a bench in the sun against +the wall of a house. Ulenspiegel said to her:</p> +<p>“Do you know me?”</p> +<p>“Four times three,” quoth she, “it is the sacred +number, and the thirteenth is Thereb. Who art thou, child of this +wicked world?”</p> +<p>“I am Ulenspiegel,” he answered, “the son of +Soetkin and of Claes.”</p> +<p>She shook her head and knew him; then beckoning him close with her +finger and bending to his ear: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb94" +href="#pb94" name="pb94">94</a>]</span></p> +<p>“If thou see him whose kisses are as snow, tell him to come +back to me, Ulenspiegel.”</p> +<p>Then showing her burned hair:</p> +<p>“I am ill,” she said; “they have taken my wits, +but when he comes he will fill my head again, which now is all empty. +Hearest thou? it sounds like a bell; it is my soul knocking at the door +to depart, because it burns. If Hanske comes and has no mind to fill me +my head again, I will tell him to make a hole in it with a knife: the +soul that is there, ever knocking to come out, grieveth me cruelly, and +I shall die, yea. And now I never sleep, and I look for him always, and +he must fill me my head again, yea.”</p> +<p>And sinking down again, she groaned.</p> +<p>And the peasants that were coming back from the fields to go to +dinner, while the church bell called them to it, passed before +Katheline saying:</p> +<p>“There is the madwife.”</p> +<p>And they made the sign of the cross.</p> +<p>And Nele and Ulenspiegel wept, and Ulenspiegel must needs go on upon +his pilgrimage.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.41" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2482" class="main">XLI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">At this time as he pilgrimaged he entered into the +service of one Josse, surnamed the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i>, the +cross baker, because of his vinegar face. The <i lang= +"nl">Kwaebakker</i> gave him three stale loaves every week for his +food, and for lodging a sloping garret under the roof, where the rain +rained and the wind blew marvellously.</p> +<p>Seeing himself so evilly entreated, Ulenspiegel played him different +tricks and this among them. When they bake in the early morning, the +flour must be bolted over <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb95" href= +"#pb95" name="pb95">95</a>]</span>night. One night, then, when the moon +was shining, Ulenspiegel asked for a candle to see to work and had this +answer from his master:</p> +<p>“Bolt the flour in the light of the moon.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, obeying him, bolted the flour upon the earth, where the +moonlight was shining.</p> +<p>In the morning the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i>, coming to see how +much work Ulenspiegel had done, found him still bolting and said to +him:</p> +<p>“Does flour now cost nothing at all that it should be bolted +on the ground like this?”</p> +<p>“I bolted the flour in the moonlight as you had bidden +me,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The baker replied:</p> +<p>“Pack-donkey, it was in a sieve you should have done +it.”</p> +<p>“I thought the moon was a new-fangled kind of sieve,” +replied Ulenspiegel. “But there will be no great loss, I will +scrape up the flour.”</p> +<p>“It is too late,” answered the <i lang= +"nl">Kwaebakker</i>, “to get ready the dough and to bake +it.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel rejoined:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, our neighbour’s dough is ready +in the mill; shall I go and take that?”</p> +<p>“Go to the gallows,” replied the <i lang= +"nl">Kwaebakker</i>, “and fetch what is on that.”</p> +<p>“I go, <i lang="nl">baes</i>,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>He ran to the gallows field, found there the dried hand of a robber, +brought it to the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i>, and said:</p> +<p>“Here is a hand of glory that maketh invisible all those that +carry it. Wilt thou henceforward conceal thy evil +disposition?”</p> +<p>“I shall inform the commune against you,” replied +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb96" href="#pb96" name= +"pb96">96</a>]</span>the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i>, “and you +will see that you have infringed upon the rights of the +overlord.”</p> +<p>When they were both before the burgomaster, the <i lang= +"nl">Kwaebakker</i>, wishing to tell the whole rosary of +Ulenspiegel’s misdeeds and delinquencies, saw that he was opening +his eyes to their widest. He became so angry at this that interrupting +his deposition he said to him:</p> +<p>“What do you want?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“You told me you would accuse me in such wise that I +‘would see.’ I am trying to see, that is why I +look.”</p> +<p>“Out of my eyes,” cried the baker.</p> +<p>“If I was in your eyes,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I +could only come out, seeing that you shut them, through your +nostrils.”</p> +<p>The burgomaster, seeing that this day was the day for the fair of +japes, would listen to them no longer.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i> went away together, +the <i lang="nl">Kwaebakker</i> raised his cudgel on him; Ulenspiegel +dodged it, saying:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, since it is with blows my flour is to +be sifted, you take the bran of it—it is your anger: I keep the +white—it is my gaiety.”</p> +<p>Then showing him his nether face:</p> +<p>“And here,” he added, “is the door of the oven, if +you want to bake.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.42" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2588" class="main">XLII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel as he pilgrimaged would gladly have turned +highway robber, but he found the stones too heavy to carry.</p> +<p>He was trudging by chance on the road to Audenaerde where there was +then a garrison of Flemish <i lang="nl">reiters</i> <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb97" href="#pb97" name="pb97">97</a>]</span>charged +with the defence of the town against the French bands that ravaged the +country like locusts.</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">reiters</i> had at their head a certain captain, a +Frisian born, by name Kornjuin. They also overran the low country and +pillaged the peoples, who were thus, as usual, devoured on both +sides.</p> +<p>Everything was good in their eyes: hens, chickens, ducks, pigeons, +calves, and pigs. One day, as they were coming back laden with plunder, +Kornjuin and his lieutenants saw at the foot of a tree Ulenspiegel +lying asleep and dreaming of fricassees.</p> +<p>“What do you do for a living?” asked Kornjuin.</p> +<p>“I’m dying of hunger,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“What is your trade?”</p> +<p>“To go on pilgrimage for my sins, look on at others toiling, +dance on the rope, paint pretty faces, carve knife handles, play the +<i lang="nl">rommel-pot</i>, and blow the trumpet.”</p> +<p>Now if Ulenspiegel spoke so bold of trumpets, it was because he had +learned that the post of watchman to the Castle of Audenaerde was +vacant after the death of an old man who had held it.</p> +<p>Kornjuin said to him:</p> +<p>“You shall be trumpeter to the town.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel went with him and was posted on the tallest tower on the +ramparts, in a little box of a cell well ventilated by the four winds, +all except the south wind that fanned it only with one wing.</p> +<p>He was enjoined to sound the trumpet as soon as he might see an +enemy coming and, to that end, to keep his head clear and his eyes +keen; and so they did not give him overmuch either to eat or to +drink.</p> +<p>The captain and his soldiers stayed in the tower and feasted there +all day long at the expense of the low <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb98" href="#pb98" name="pb98">98</a>]</span>country. There was killed +and eaten there more than one capon whose one crime was to be plump. +Ulenspiegel, always forgotten and forced to be satisfied with his +meagre soup, found no pleasure in the smell of the sauces. The French +came and carried off a great deal of cattle; Ulenspiegel did not sound +his trumpet.</p> +<p>Kornjuin climbed up to his cell and said to him:</p> +<p>“Why did you not sound the trumpet?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said to him:</p> +<p>“I give you no thanks for your provender.”</p> +<p>The next day, the captain ordered a great feast for himself and his +soldiers, but Ulenspiegel was still forgotten. They were on the point +of beginning to gorge, when Ulenspiegel blew his trumpet.</p> +<p>Kornjuin and his soldiers, thinking it was the French, left their +wines and meats, leapt upon their horses, rode hastily out of the town, +but found nothing in the country but an ox chewing the cud in the sun, +and brought him back with them.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, Ulenspiegel had filled himself with wines and meats. The +captain as he returned saw him standing, smiling, and his legs +tottering at the door of the feast hall. He said to him:</p> +<p>“It is traitor’s work to sound the alarm when you do not +see the enemy, and not to sound it when you do see them.”</p> +<p>“Master captain,” said Ulenspiegel, “I am in my +tower so puffed out and swollen up with the four winds that I could +float like a bladder if I had not blown in my trumpet to ease me. Have +me hanged now, or another time when you need an ass’s skin for +your drums.”</p> +<p>Kornjuin went away without a word. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb99" href="#pb99" name="pb99">99</a>]</span></p> +<p>Meanwhile, news came to Audenaerde that the gracious Emperor Charles +was about to come to the town, with a most noble company. On this +occasion the sheriffs gave Ulenspiegel a pair of spectacles that he +might the better discern His Sacred Majesty’s coming. Ulenspiegel +was to blow three blasts on the trumpet as soon as he saw the Emperor +marching upon Luppeghem, which is a quarter of a league away from the +Borg-poort.</p> +<p>Thus the townsfolk would have time to ring their bells, to make +ready fireworks, to put the meats in the oven, and to broach the +hogsheads.</p> +<p>One day, towards noon, the wind was blowing from Brabant and the sky +was clear: Ulenspiegel saw on the road leading to Luppeghem a great +band of horsemen mounted on caracoling steeds, the long feathers in +their caps streaming in the wind. Some carried banners. He who rode +proudly at their head wore a bonnet of cloth of gold with great plumes. +He was arrayed in brown velvet broidered with brocatel.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel put on his spectacles and saw it was the Emperor Charles +the Fifth who was coming to give the folk of Audenaerde permission to +serve him their choicest wines and their choicest viands.</p> +<p>His whole band was moving leisurely, snuffing up the fresh air that +awakens appetite, but Ulenspiegel thought that they made good cheer by +custom and might very well fast for one day without perishing. So he +looked on at them as they came and did not blow his trumpet.</p> +<p>They came on laughing and talking freely, whilst His Sacred Majesty +looked into his stomach to see if there was enough room for the dinner +of the Audenaerde <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb100" href="#pb100" +name="pb100">100</a>]</span>folk. He appeared surprised and displeased +that no bell rang to announce his coming.</p> +<p>At this juncture a peasant entered the town running, to announce +that he had seen a French band riding in the neighbourhood and marching +upon the town to devour and pillage everything.</p> +<p>At this word the porter fastened the gate and sent a servant of the +commune to warn the other porters of the town. But the <i lang= +"nl">reiters</i> feasted without knowing anything.</p> +<p>His Majesty was still coming on, annoyed not to hear bells and +cannon and arquebuses sounding and thundering and volleying. Straining +his ears in vain, he heard nothing but the chime marking the half hour. +He arrived before the gate, found it shut and beat on it with his fist +to have it opened.</p> +<p>And the lords in his retinue, angry like him, muttered sour +speeches. The porter who was on the summit of the ramparts cried out to +them that if they did not put an end to this hubbub he would spray them +with grapeshot to cool their impatience.</p> +<p>But His Majesty in a fury:</p> +<p>“Blind hog,” said he, “dost thou not know thy +Emperor?”</p> +<p>The porter answered:</p> +<p>That the least hoggish are not always the most gilded; that he knew, +besides, that the French were good mockers by their nature, since the +Emperor Charles, at this moment waging war in Italy, could not be at +the gates of Audenaerde.</p> +<p>Thereupon Charles and the lords cried out the more, saying:</p> +<p>“If thou dost not open, we shall roast thee on the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb101" href="#pb101" name= +"pb101">101</a>]</span>point of a spear. And thou shalt eat thy keys +first and foremost.”</p> +<p>At the noise they were making, an old man-at-arms came out from the +artillery room and showing his nose above the wall:</p> +<p>“Porter,” said he, “you are all wrong, it is our +Emperor yonder; I know him well, though he has aged since he took Maria +<span class="corr" id="xd20e2698" title="Source: Van">van</span> der +Gheynst from here to the Castle of Lallaing.”</p> +<p>The porter fell down stiff as death with terror, and the man-at-arms +seized his keys and went to open the gate.</p> +<p>The Emperor asked why he had been forced to wait so long: the +man-at-arms having told him, His Majesty ordered him to shut the gate +again, and to fetch him the <i lang="nl">reiters</i> of Kornjuin, whom +he commanded to march before him beating their tambourines and playing +their fifes.</p> +<p>Soon one by one the bells awoke to sound full peal. Thus preceded, +His Majesty came with an imperial din to the Great Marketplace. The +burgomasters and sheriffs were all assembled there; the sheriff Ian +Guigelaar came out at the noise. He went back into the council chamber +saying:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Keyser Karel is alhier!</i> The Emperor Charles +is here!”</p> +<p>Sorely affrighted to hear these tidings, the burgomasters, sheriffs, +and councillors came out from the Townhall to go in a body to greet the +Emperor, while their men ran throughout the whole town to have the +fireworks got ready, to put the chickens to the fire, and to broach the +casks.</p> +<p>Men, women, and children ran everywhere crying: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb102" href="#pb102" name="pb102">102</a>]</span></p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Keyser Karel is op’t groot marckt!</i> The +Emperor is in the Great Market!”</p> +<p>Ere long great was the crowd in the square.</p> +<p>The Emperor, in deep anger, asked the two burgomasters if they did +not deserve to be hanged for thus failing in respect to their +sovereign.</p> +<p>The burgomasters replied that they deserved hanging indeed, but that +Ulenspiegel, the trumpeter of the tower, deserved it much more, seeing +that upon the rumour of His Majesty’s coming he had been +stationed there, equipped with a good pair of barnacles, with express +instructions that he should sound his trumpet three times as soon as he +should see the imperial convoy approaching. But he had done nothing of +this.</p> +<p>The Emperor, still angry, asked them to send for Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Why,” said he, “having such clear spectacles, +didst thou not blow a point on the trumpet at my coming?”</p> +<p>So saying, he passed his hand over his eyes, because of the +brightness of the sun, and looked at Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel also passed his hand over his eyes, and replied that +since he had seen His Sacred Majesty looking between his fingers, he +had no longer desired to make use of the spectacles.</p> +<p>The Emperor told him he was to be hanged, the town porter said it +was well done, and the burgomasters were so terrified at this sentence +that they made no word of answer, neither to approve it nor to oppose +it.</p> +<p>The executioner and his assistants were sent for. They came carrying +a ladder and a new rope, seized Ulenspiegel by the collar, as he walked +in front of Kornjuin’s hundred <i lang="nl">reiters</i>, keeping +very quiet and saying his prayers. But they mocked him bitterly. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb103" href="#pb103" name= +"pb103">103</a>]</span></p> +<p>The people who were following said:</p> +<p>“It is a great cruelty to put to death a poor young man in +this way for so small a fault.”</p> +<p>And the weavers were there in great numbers and under arms, and they +said:</p> +<p>“We shall not leave Ulenspiegel to be hanged: it is contrary +to the law of Audenaerde.”</p> +<p>By now they were come to the gallows field, Ulenspiegel was hoisted +up on the ladder, and the executioner put the rope on him. The weavers +flocked up around the gallows. The provost was there on horseback, +resting the rod of justice on his horse’s shoulder, the wand +wherewith at the Emperor’s word he should give the signal for the +execution.</p> +<p>All the assembled people cried out:</p> +<p>“Mercy! mercy for Ulenspiegel!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel upon his ladder said:</p> +<p>“Pity! gracious Emperor!”</p> +<p>The Emperor lifted his hand and said:</p> +<p>“If this rascal asks me for something I cannot do, he shall +have his life!”</p> +<p>“Speak, Ulenspiegel,” cried the people.</p> +<p>The women wept and said:</p> +<p>“He can ask for nothing, poor fellow, for the Emperor can do +all things.”</p> +<p>And all said:</p> +<p>“Speak, Ulenspiegel!”</p> +<p>“Sacred Majesty,” said Ulenspiegel, “I shall ask +thee neither for money, nor for lands, nor for life, but only one +thing, for which thou must not, if I dare to say it, have me whipped +nor laid on the rack, before I depart to the land of +spirits.”</p> +<p>“I promise thee this,” said the Emperor. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb104" href="#pb104" name="pb104">104</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Majesty,” said Ulenspiegel, “I ask that before I +be hanged, you shall come and kiss the mouth with which I speak no +Flemish.”</p> +<p>The Emperor, laughing like all the people, replied:</p> +<p>“I cannot do what thou dost ask, and thou shalt not hang, +Ulenspiegel.”</p> +<p>But he condemned the burgomasters and sheriffs to wear spectacles on +the back of their heads for six months, in order, said he, that if the +Audenaerde folk do not see in front, they may at least see behind.</p> +<p>And by imperial decree, these spectacles are still seen in the arms +of the town.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went away modestly, with a little bag of money the +women had given him.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.43" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2801" class="main">XLIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel being at <span class="corr" id="xd20e2805" +title="Source: Liége">Liège</span>, in the fish market, +he followed after a big young man who with a net bag under one arm +filled with every kind of poultry was filling another with haddocks, +trout, eels, and pike.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel knew Lamme Goedzak.</p> +<p>“What are you doing here, Lamme?” said he.</p> +<p>“You know,” said he, “how many Flanders folk have +come to this kind country of <span class="corr" id="xd20e2814" title= +"Source: Liége">Liège</span>; for me, I follow my love +here. And you?”</p> +<p>“I seek a master to serve for my bread,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“That is very dry food,” said Lamme. “It would be +better for you to pass from dish to mouth a rosary of ortolans with a +thrush for <i>Credo</i>.”</p> +<p>“You are rich?” asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Lamme Goedzak answered: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb105" href= +"#pb105" name="pb105">105</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I have lost my father, my mother, and my young sister that +used to beat me so soundly; I shall inherit their goods, and I live +with a one-eyed servant woman, a great doctor in fricassees.”</p> +<p>“Would you like me to carry your fish and your poultry?” +asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Lamme.</p> +<p>And together they wandered about the market.</p> +<p>Suddenly Lamme said:</p> +<p>“Do you know why you are mad?”</p> +<p>“No,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Because you are carrying your fish and your poultry in your +hand, instead of carrying them in your belly.”</p> +<p>“You have said well, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel; +“but since I have no longer even bread, the ortolans won’t +look at me now.”</p> +<p>“You shall eat them, Ulenspiegel,” said Lamme, +“and you shall serve me if my cook will have you.”</p> +<p>While they were wending their way, Lamme pointed out to Ulenspiegel +a pretty, neat, and lovesome girl, in silk attire, who was hastening +about the market here and there and looked at Lamme with her soft +eyes.</p> +<p>An old man, her father, walked behind her, laden with two net bags, +one of fish, the other of game.</p> +<p>“That one,” said Lamme, pointing to her, “I am +going to make her my wife.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel, “I know her, she is +Flemish from Zotteghem, she lives in the rue Vinave-d’Isle, and +the neighbours say that her mother sweeps the street, in front of the +house, instead of her, and that her father irons her shifts.”</p> +<p>But Lamme made no answer and said gleefully: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb106" href="#pb106" name="pb106">106</a>]</span></p> +<p>“She looked at me.”</p> +<p>They came together to Lamme’s house, near the Pont-des-Arches, +and knocked at the door. A one-eyed serving woman came and opened to +them. Ulenspiegel saw she was old, lean and long, flat and fierce.</p> +<p>“La Sanginne,” said Lamme to her, “will you have +this one to help you in your work?”</p> +<p>“I will take him on trial,” said she.</p> +<p>“Take him, then,” said he, “and make him know and +test the delights of your cookery.”</p> +<p>La Sanginne then put three black puddings on the table, a quart of +<i>cervoise</i> ale, and a big hunch of bread.</p> +<p>While Ulenspiegel ate, Lamme also munched a black pudding.</p> +<p>“Do you know,” said he, “where our soul hath its +habitation?”</p> +<p>“No, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“In our stomach it dwelleth,” said Lamme, “to +delve therein without ceasing and ever renew in our bodies the force of +life. And what are its best companions? They are all good and choice +eatables and wine of the Meuse over and above.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel, “black puddings are +agreeable company for the lonely soul.”</p> +<p>“He wants more of them, give him some, la Sanginne,” +said Lamme.</p> +<p>La Sanginne gave him more, this time white puddings.</p> +<p>While he was eating largely, Lamme, grown pensive, said:</p> +<p>“When I die, my belly will die with me, and there below in +purgatory, I shall be left fasting, carrying my paunch about with me +all flabby and empty.”</p> +<p>“The black seem to me better,” said Ulenspiegel. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb107" href="#pb107" name= +"pb107">107</a>]</span></p> +<p>“You have eaten six,” replied la Sanginne, “and +you shall have no more.”</p> +<p>“You know,” said Lamme, “that you will be well +treated here and will eat like myself.”</p> +<p>“I will remember that word,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, seeing that he ate the same as Lamme, was happy and +content. The black puddings had given him so high a spirit that on that +day he made all the caldrons, pans, and cooking pots shine and glitter +like so many suns.</p> +<p>Living well in this house, he delighted to haunt kitchen and cellar, +leaving the garret to the cats. One day, la Sanginne had two fowls to +roast and bade Ulenspiegel turn the spit while she went to the market +to fetch herbs for the seasoning.</p> +<p>The two fowls being roasted, Ulenspiegel ate one. La Sanginne, +returning, said:</p> +<p>“There were two fowls, now I see only one.”</p> +<p>“Open your other eye, you will see both of them,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>She went all in a rage to tell the business to Lamme Goedzak, who +came down into the kitchen and said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Why do you make game of my servant? There were two +fowls.”</p> +<p>“There were of a truth two, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel, +“but when I came here you told me I should drink and eat as +yourself. There were two fowls; I have eaten one, you will eat the +other; my pleasure is past, yours is to come; are you not better off +than I?”</p> +<p>“Yea,” said Lamme, smiling, “but do everything la +Sanginne bids you, and you will have but half tasks.”</p> +<p>“I shall watch that, Lamme,” replied Ulenspiegel. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb108" href="#pb108" name= +"pb108">108</a>]</span></p> +<p>And so, every time that la Sanginne bade him do anything, he only +did the half of it; if she told him to draw two buckets of water from +the well, he brought back only one; if she told him to go and fill a +jug of cervoise from the cask, he poured half of it down his throat on +the way and so on with the rest.</p> +<p>At length la Sanginne, grown tired of these ways, told Lamme that if +this good-for-naught remained in the house, she would go away on the +spot.</p> +<p>Lamme went down to Ulenspiegel and said to him:</p> +<p>“You must depart, my son, although you have come to look well +in this house. Listen to that cock crowing, it is two o’clock of +the afternoon, it is a presage of rain. I would fain not turn you out +of doors in this ill weather that is about to come upon us; but +consider, my son, that la Sanginne by her fricassees is the warden of +my life; I cannot, without risking a speedy death, allow her to leave +me. Go, then, my boy, with God’s grace, and to enliven your way +take these three florins and this string of saveloys.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went away grieving, regretting Lamme and his +fleshpots.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.44" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2939" class="main">XLIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">November came to Damme and elsewhere, but the winter +was tardy. No snow, no rain, nor cold weather; the sun shone from +morning to evening without dimming: the children rolled about in the +dust of the streets and the highways; at the hour of repose, after +supper, the merchants, shopkeepers, goldsmiths, wheelwrights, and +artisans came out upon their doorsteps to look on the sky that was +always blue, the trees whose leaves were still not falling, the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb109" href="#pb109" name= +"pb109">109</a>]</span>storks standing up on the ridges of the roofs, +and the swallows that had not yet gone away. The roses had flowered +thrice, and for the fourth time were in bud; the nights were warm, the +nightingale had not ceased to sing.</p> +<p>The folk of Damme said:</p> +<p>“Winter is dead, let us burn winter.”</p> +<p>And they built a giant figure with a bear’s face, a long beard +of shavings, a thick shock head of flax. They clothed him in white +garments and burned him with great ceremony.</p> +<p>Claes was steeped in melancholy, he blessed not the sky that was +ever blue, nor the swallows that would not depart. For now nobody in +Damme was burning charcoal save for cooking, and each having enough did +not go to buy from Claes, who had disbursed all his savings to pay for +his stock.</p> +<p>So, if standing on his doorstep, the coalman felt the tip of his +nose grow chilly in some puff of sharpish wind:</p> +<p>“Ah!” he would say, “it is my bread coming to +me!”</p> +<p>But the sharp wind would not continue to blow, and the sky stayed +always blue, and the leaves would not fall. And Claes refused to sell +his stock at half price to the miser Grypstuiver, the dean of the +fishmongers. And soon bread began to lack in the cottage.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.45" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2960" class="main">XLV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">But King Philip was not hungry, and ate pastries by +the side of his wife, ugly Mary, of the royal house of the Tudors. He +did not love her for love, but hoped by begetting a child on this +miserable creature to give the English nation a Spanish monarch. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb110" href="#pb110" name= +"pb110">110</a>]</span></p> +<p>He loathed this union which was a union of a paving stone and of a +burning coal. Still, they were sufficiently united to have poor +Protestants burned and drowned by hundreds.</p> +<p>When Philip was not away from London, or slipped out in disguise to +wallow in some evil haunt, the bedtime hour brought the wedded pair +together.</p> +<p>Then Queen Mary, attired in fine linen of Tournai and Irish lace, +would lie down supine upon the nuptial couch, while Philip would stand +before her rigid as a post, and look if he could not see in his wife +some sign or symptom of motherhood; but seeing none he was wroth, said +no word, and stared at his nails.</p> +<p>Then the barren ghoul spoke tenderly and with her eyes, which she +sought to make soft, begged the frosty Philip for love. Tears, cries, +entreaties, she spared nothing to win a lukewarm caress from him who +loved her not at all.</p> +<p>Vainly, joining her hands, she dragged herself at his feet; in vain, +like a woman out of her wits, she wept and laughed together to soften +him; nor the laugh nor the tears melted the stone of that hard +heart.</p> +<p>In vain, like an amorous snake, she coiled her thin arms about him +and clasped against her flat breast the narrow cage in which dwelt the +stunted soul of the bloody king; he budged no more than if he had been +stock or stone.</p> +<p>She tried, poor ugly thing, to make herself alluring; she called him +by all the sweet names that women wild with love give the lover of +their choice; Philip still stared at his nails. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb111" href="#pb111" name="pb111">111</a>]</span></p> +<p>Sometimes he answered:</p> +<p>“Will you not have any children?”</p> +<p>At that word, Mary’s head fell forward on her breast.</p> +<p>“Is it my fault,” said she, “if I am barren? Take +pity upon me, I live a widow’s life.”</p> +<p>“Why have you no children?” said Philip.</p> +<p>Then the Queen fell on the carpet like one smitten with death. And +in her eyes were only tears, and she would have wept blood, if she had +been able, the poor ghoul.</p> +<p>And in this wise God avenged upon their murderers the victims with +which they had strewn the soil of England.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.46" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e2996" class="main">XLVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The rumour ran among the people that the Emperor +Charles was minded to take away from the monks the free heirship of all +who died in their convents, which mightily displeased the Pope.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel being then upon the banks of the Meuse thought that the +Emperor thus reaped his profit on all sides, since he was the heir when +the family did not inherit. He sate him down on the bank of the river +and cast into it a well-baited line. Then munching an ancient piece of +brown bread, he regretted that he had no wine of Romagna to wash it +down withal, but he bethought him that a man cannot always have his +comforts.</p> +<p>However, he tossed some of his bread into the water, saying that he +who eats without sharing his meal with his neighbour is not worthy to +have victual to eat.</p> +<p>Up came a gudgeon, that first came to nose at a <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb112" href="#pb112" name= +"pb112">112</a>]</span>crumb, licked it all about and opened up his +innocent mouth, believing, doubtless, that the bread would fall into it +of its own accord. While he was thus gazing into the air, he was all at +once gulped down by a treacherous pike that darted out on him like an +arrow.</p> +<p>The pike did the same to a carp that was catching flies in their +flight, heedless of any danger. Being thus nobly replete, he remained +motionless and still, dilly-dallying, scorning the small fry that in +any case made haste to flee from his presence with all their fins. +While he was basking in this fashion, upon him came swift, voracious +jaws agape, a fasting pike that with one bound hurled himself upon him. +A fierce battle was joined between them: undying jaw strokes were given +and taken; the water ran red with their blood. The pike that had dined +could ill defend himself against the pike that was fasting; and the +latter having hauled off, returned with a rush and flung himself like a +bullet on his adversary, who, awaiting him with wide-open jaws, +swallowed his head half way, and would fain have got rid of it again, +but could not because of his backward slanting teeth. And both thrashed +about miserably.</p> +<p>Thus interlocked together, they saw not a stout hook that, fastened +to a silk twine, rose up from the bottom of the water, sank deep in +under the fin of the pike that had dined, drew him out of the water +with his adversary, and cast them both rudely on the grass +together.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, as he killed them, said:</p> +<p>“Pikes, my dears, would you two be the Pope and the Emperor +devouring each the other, and would <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb113" href="#pb113" name="pb113">113</a>]</span>not I be the people +who in God’s hour seize you on the hook, both of you amid your +battles?”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.47" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3019" class="main">XLVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Meanwhile Katheline, who had not left Borgerhout, +never ceased from wandering through the outskirts of the place, still +saying: “Hanske, my man, they have made a fire upon my head: make +a hole in it that my soul may win out. Alas! it beats ever against it +and with every blow it is a cruel pang.”</p> +<p>And Nele tended her in her madness, and by her side thought sadly of +her friend Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And at Damme Claes tied his faggots, sold his charcoal, and many +times fell into melancholy, thinking that the banished Ulenspiegel +could not for long and long come back to their cottage.</p> +<p>Soetkin stayed all day long at the window, looking if she would not +see her son Ulenspiegel coming.</p> +<p>The latter, being arrived in the neighbourhood of Cologne, thought +that for the moment he had a fancy for gardening.</p> +<p>He went and offered himself as servant to Jan of Zuursmoel, who +being a captain of <i lang="nl">landsknechts</i>, had narrowly escaped +hanging in default of ransom and had an utter horror of hemp, which in +the Fleming tongue was then called <i lang="nl">kennip</i>.</p> +<p>One day, Jan of Zuursmoel, wishing to show Ulenspiegel his tasks, +brought him to the end of his garden and there they saw a cantle of +land, next to the garden, all planted over with green <i lang= +"nl">kennip</i>.</p> +<p>Jan of Zuursmoel said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Every time you see this ugly plant, you must entreat +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb114" href="#pb114" name= +"pb114">114</a>]</span>it shamefully, for this it is that serveth for +rack and gallows.”</p> +<p>“I will shamefully entreat it,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Jan of Zuursmoel being one day at table with certain gourmand +friends of his, the cook said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Go to the cellar and get some <i lang="nl">zennip</i>,” +which is mustard.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, cunningly taking it <i lang="nl">kennip</i> instead of +<i>zennip</i>, foully and shamefully entreated the pot of <i lang= +"nl">zennip</i> in the cellar and came back to put it on the table, not +without laughing.</p> +<p>“Why are you laughing?” asked Jan of Zuursmoel. +“Do you think that our nostrils are made of brass? Eat of this +<i lang="nl">zennip</i>, since it is you that dressed it +yourself.”</p> +<p>“I like better things grilled with cinnamon,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Jan of Zuursmoel got up to beat him.</p> +<p>“There is,” said he, “foulness in this pot of +mustard.”</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>,” said Ulenspiegel, “have +you no mind of the day when I went at your heels to the far end of your +garden? There, you bade me, showing the <i lang="nl">zennip</i>: +‘Everywhere you see that plant, entreat it foully, for this it is +that serveth for rack and gallows.’ I did entreat it so, <i lang= +"nl">baes</i>, I did entreat it shamefully with great affronting; do +not now go to murder me for my obedience.”</p> +<p>“I said <i lang="nl">kennip</i> and not <i lang= +"nl">zennip</i>,” shouted Jan of Zuursmoel in a fury.</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, you said <i lang="nl">zennip</i> and +not <i lang="nl">kennip</i>,” retorted Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Thus they argued loud and long, Ulenspiegel speaking humbly, Jan of +Zuursmoel screaming like an eagle <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb115" +href="#pb115" name="pb115">115</a>]</span>and mixing up zennip, kennip, +kemp, zemp, zemp, kemp, zemp, like a skein of ravelled silk.</p> +<p>And the guests laughed like devils eating cutlets of Dominican +friars and inquisitors’ kidneys.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel must needs leave Jan of Zuursmoel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.48" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3122" class="main">XLVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Nele was still always miserable for the sake of +herself and her witless mother.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel hired himself to a tailor who said to him:</p> +<p>“When you sew, sew close, so that I can see +nothing.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel went and sat under a cask and there began to sew.</p> +<p>“That is not what I mean,” cried the tailor.</p> +<p>“I am close in a cask; how do you think any one can see in +it?” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Come,” said the tailor, “take your seat there on +the table and make your stitches close one to the other and make the +coat like this <i lang="nl">wolf</i>—” <i lang= +"nl">wolf</i> was the name of a peasant’s jerkin.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel took the jerkin, cut it in pieces and sewed it so as to +give it the semblance and shape of a wolf.</p> +<p>The tailor, seeing this, cried out:</p> +<p>“What have you made, in the devil’s name?”</p> +<p>“A wolf,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Evil mocker,” said the tailor, “I had told you a +<i lang="nl">wolf</i>, it is true, but you know that <i lang= +"nl">wolf</i> is said of a peasant’s jerkin.”</p> +<p>Sometime after he said:</p> +<p>“Boy, cast these sleeves on to this doublet before you go to +your bed.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb116" href="#pb116" +name="pb116">116</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel hung up the doublet on a nail and spent the whole night +throwing the sleeves at it.</p> +<p>The tailor came down to the noise.</p> +<p>“Good-for-naught,” said he, “what new ill trick +are you playing me now?”</p> +<p>“Is that an ill trick?” answered Ulenspiegel. “See +those sleeves, I have thrown them all night long against the doublet, +and they don’t stick to it yet.”</p> +<p>“That is natural,” said the tailor. “And that is +why I am throwing you out into the street: see if you will stick there +better than the sleeves did.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.49" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3177" class="main">XLIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Meanwhile Nele, when Katheline was in the house of +some kindly neighbour, and well looked after, Nele used to go far far +afield, all alone, as far as Antwerp, all along by the Scheldt or +elsewhere, ever seeking, both on the river banks and on the dusty +highways, if she could not see her friend Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>One fair-day, being at Hamburg, he saw merchants everywhere, and +among them certain old Jews living on usury and old clothes.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, desiring to be a merchant, too, saw lying on the ground +some lumps of horse dung and brought them to his lodging, which was a +bastion of the rampart wall. There he dried them, and then bought red +silk and green silk and made little bags with them, and put the horse +dung in the bags and tied them with ribbon, as if they had been full of +musk.</p> +<p>Then with some pieces of board he made himself a pedlar’s +tray, hung it about his neck by means of old cords and came into the +market, carrying in front of <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb117" href= +"#pb117" name="pb117">117</a>]</span>him his tray filled with these +sachets. In the evening to light them up he had a little candle burning +in their midst.</p> +<p>When any came and asked him what he had for sale, he would reply +mysteriously:</p> +<p>“I will tell you, but let us not speak too loud.”</p> +<p>“What is it then?” the customers would say.</p> +<p>“These,” Ulenspiegel replied, “are prophetical +seeds, fetched straight from Araby into Flanders, and prepared with +mighty art by the master Abdul-Médil of the kin of the great +Mahomet.”</p> +<p>Certain customers would say one to another:</p> +<p>“He is a Turk.”</p> +<p>But the others:</p> +<p>“This is a pilgrim coming out of Flanders,” they would +say; “do you not hear it by his speech?”</p> +<p>And the ragged, lousy, wretched poor folk came to Ulenspiegel and +said to him:</p> +<p>“Give us of these prophetical seeds?”</p> +<p>“When you have florins to buy them,” answered +Ulenspiegel. And the poor, ragged, lousy, wretched went away sorrowful, +saying:</p> +<p>“There is no content in this world but for the +rich.”</p> +<p>The tale of these seeds for sale was soon spread abroad in the +market. The citizens said one to another:</p> +<p>“There is a Flanders man there that hath prophetical seeds +blessed at Jerusalem upon the tomb of Our Lord Jesus, but they say he +has no mind to sell them.”</p> +<p>And all the good citizens came to Ulenspiegel and asked him for his +seeds.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, who meant to have great profits, answered that they +were not as yet ripened sufficiently, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb118" href="#pb118" name="pb118">118</a>]</span>and he had an eye +upon two rich Jews that went wandering about the market.</p> +<p>“I would fain know,” said one of the citizens, +“what will come of my ship that is on the sea.”</p> +<p>“It will go as far as heaven, if the waves are high +enough,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Another said, showing him his pretty daughter, all full of +blushes:</p> +<p>“This one will doubtless turn out well?”</p> +<p>“Everything turns to what nature will have,” replied +Ulenspiegel, for he had just seen the girl give a key to a young man +who, puffed up with content, said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Master merchant, give me one of your prophesying bags, that I +may see whether I shall sleep alone to-night.”</p> +<p>“It is written,” replied Ulenspiegel, “that he who +soweth the rye of seduction reaps the ergot of cuckoldom.”</p> +<p>The young man became wrathful.</p> +<p>“What are you talking about?” said he.</p> +<p>“The seeds say,” replied Ulenspiegel, “that they +wish thee a happy marriage and a wife that will not bring thee +Vulcan’s hat. Dost thou know that headgear?<span class="corr" id= +"xd20e3245" title="Source: ’">”</span></p> +<p>Then declaiming like a preacher:</p> +<p>“For she,” said he, “that giveth earnest upon the +marriage bargain leaves afterwards the whole merchandise to others for +nothing.”</p> +<p>Hereupon the girl, wishing to pretend assurance:</p> +<p>“Is all that to be seen in the prophesying sachets?”</p> +<p>“There is a key to be seen there also,” said Ulenspiegel +low in her ear. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb119" href="#pb119" +name="pb119">119</a>]</span></p> +<p>But the young man had gone already with the key.</p> +<p>Suddenly Ulenspiegel perceived a thief sneaking from a pork +butcher’s stall a sausage an ell long and putting it under his +cloak. But the merchant saw him not. The thief, full of glee, came to +Ulenspiegel and said to him:</p> +<p>“What are you selling there, prophet of ill?”</p> +<p>“Sachets wherein you shall see that you will be hanged for +loving sausage overly much,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>At that word the thief fled swiftly, while the robbed merchant cried +out:</p> +<p>“Stop thief! stop thief!”</p> +<p>But he was too late.</p> +<p>While Ulenspiegel was speaking, the two rich Jews, who had listened +with the sharpest attention, came up to him and said:</p> +<p>“What sellest thou there, Fleming?”</p> +<p>“Sachets,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“What can one see,” they asked, “by means of thy +prophetical seeds?”</p> +<p>“Future events, when one sucks them,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The two Jews consulted one another, and the elder said to the +other:</p> +<p>“We could see thus when our Messiah will come; that would be a +mighty consolement to us. Let us buy one of these sachets. How much is +your price?” said they.</p> +<p>“Fifty florins,” replied Ulenspiegel. “If ye are +not willing to pay this for it, ye may as well be off. He that will not +buy the field must leave the dung where it is.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb120" href="#pb120" name="pb120">120</a>]</span></p> +<p>Seeing Ulenspiegel so determined, they counted out his money, took +away one of the sachets and hied them to their place of assembly, +whither came all the Jews hastily flocking, having learned that one of +the two old men had bought a secret device by which he could discover +and announce the coming of the Messiah.</p> +<p>Apprised of the matter, they would all fain have sucked at the +prophesying sachet without paying; but the elder of the two Jews, who +had bought it and whose name was Jehu, claimed to do this himself.</p> +<p>“Son of Israel,” said he, holding the sachet in his +hand, “the Christians mock at us, we are driven out from among +our fellowmen, and folk cry out after us as they cry out after thieves. +The Philistines would fain abase us lower than the earth; they spit in +our faces, for God hath cut our bowstrings and shaken the bridle before +us. Must it still be long, Lord, God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of +Jacob, that evil cometh to us when we look for good, and the shadows +fall when we hope for the light? Wilt thou soon appear upon the earth, +divine Messiah? When shall the Christians hide themselves in the +<span class="corr" id="xd20e3298" title="Source: cves">caves</span> and +the holes of the earth because of the terror they will have of thee and +of thy glory magnifical when thou dost rise up to chastise +them?”</p> +<p>And the Jews began to clamour.</p> +<p>“Come, Messias! Suck, Jehu!”</p> +<p>Jehu sucked, and spewing out, cried lamentably:</p> +<p>“I tell you verily this is nothing else but dung, and that +pilgrim out of Flanders is a robber.”</p> +<p>Then all the Jews, rushing up, tore open the sachet and saw what it +contained, and went off in high fury <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb121" href="#pb121" name="pb121">121</a>]</span>to the fair to find +Ulenspiegel there, who forsooth had not awaited their coming.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.50" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3315" class="main">L</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">A man of Damme, not being able to pay Claes for his +coal, gave him his most valuable possession, which was an arbalest with +twelve quarrels well pointed to serve as missiles.</p> +<p>In hours when work was slack Claes went shooting with the cross bow; +more than one hare was killed by his prowess and turned into a +fricassee all through harbouring an inordinate love of cabbages.</p> +<p>Then would Claes eat greedily, and Soetkin would say, looking out +upon the empty high road:</p> +<p>“Thyl, my son, dost thou not smell the fragrance of the +sauces? He is an-hungered without doubt at this hour.” And all +pensive, she would fain have kept him his share of the feast.</p> +<p>“If he is hungry,” said Claes, “it is his own +fault; let him come back, he shall fare as we do.”</p> +<p>Claes kept pigeons; he liked, besides, to hear singing and +chirruping about him, warblers, goldfinches, sparrows, and other birds +that sing and chatter. And so he was swift and ready to shoot the +buzzards and the royal sparhawks that were devourers of this poor +folk.</p> +<p>Now once when he was measuring coal in the yard, Soetkin pointed out +to him a great bird hovering high in air above the dove cote.</p> +<p>Claes seized his cross bow and said:</p> +<p>“May the Devil save his Hawkship!”</p> +<p>Having made ready his cross bow, he took his stand in the yard, +following every movement of the bird, so as not to miss it. The light +in the sky was between <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb122" href= +"#pb122" name="pb122">122</a>]</span>day and night, Claes could only +discern a black speck. He loosed the quarrel and saw a stork come +tumbling down into the yard.</p> +<p>Claes was sorely grieved thereat; but Soetkin was grieved worse, and +cried out:</p> +<p>“Cruel, thou hast slain God’s own bird!”</p> +<p>Then she took up the stork, and saw that she was but wounded in a +wing, went to fetch a balsam, and said while she was dressing the +wound:</p> +<p>“Stork, my dear, ’tis not clever of you that we all +love, to hover in the sky like the sparhawk we all hate. And so poor +folks’ arrows fly to the wrong address. Art thou hurt in thy poor +wing, stork, that dost submit so patiently, knowing that our hands are +the loving hands of friends?”</p> +<p>When the stork was healed, she had everything to eat that she +wanted; but she liked best the fish Claes went and caught in the canal +for her. And every time the bird of God saw him coming, she opened her +huge beak.</p> +<p>She followed Claes about like a dog, but stayed in the kitchen for +preference, warming her belly by the fire, and knocking with her beak +on Soetkin’s front as she got the dinner ready, as much as to ask +her:</p> +<p>“Is there nothing for me?”</p> +<p>And it was merry to behold this solemn messenger of good luck +wandering about the cottage on her long stilts.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.51" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3357" class="main">LI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Now the bad days were come again; Claes was working +alone and sadly on the land, for there was not work enough for two. +Soetkin stayed in the cottage alone, dressing in every possible way the +beans that were their <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb123" href= +"#pb123" name="pb123">123</a>]</span>daily fare, in order to liven her +man’s appetite. And she went singing and laughing so that he +should not suffer to see her sad. The stork stayed close beside her, +mounted on one leg and beak buried in her feathers.</p> +<p>A man on horseback stopped before the cottage; he was all arrayed in +black, very lean, and had an air of profound sadness.</p> +<p>“Is there any one within?” he asked.</p> +<p>“God bless Your Melancholy,” answered Soetkin; +“but am I, for one, a phantom that seeing me here you should ask +if there is any one within?”</p> +<p>“Where is your father?” asked the horseman.</p> +<p>“If my father’s name be Claes, he is out yonder,” +answered Soetkin, “and you see him sowing corn.”</p> +<p>The horseman went away, and Soetkin, too, all downcast, for she must +go for the sixth time to fetch bread from the baker’s without +paying for it. When she came back thence with empty hands, she was +astonished to see Claes coming back to their house, triumphant and +lordly, upon the horse of the man in black, who was going afoot beside +him and holding the rein. Claes was proudly holding in one hand against +his thigh a leathern wallet that seemed well stuffed.</p> +<p>Dismounting, he embraced the man, banged him merrily, then shaking +the bag, he cried out:</p> +<p>“Long live my brother Josse, the good hermit! God keep him in +joy, in fat, in mirth, in health! He is the Josse of benediction, the +Josse of plenty, the Josse of rich fat soups! The stork did not play us +false!” And he put the bag down upon the table.</p> +<p>Therewith said Soetkin lamentably:</p> +<p>“My man, we shall not eat to-day: the baker has denied me +bread.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb124" href="#pb124" name= +"pb124">124</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Bread?” said Claes, opening the bag and pouring out a +stream of gold on the table, “bread? Lo, here is bread, butter, +meat, wine, beer! Here be hams, marrow bones, pies of herons, ortolans, +fat hens, as for great lords! Here is beer in hogsheads and wine by the +cask! Mad and mad will be the baker that will deny us bread, we shall +buy no more in his shop.”</p> +<p>“But, my man...!” said Soetkin all a-daze.</p> +<p>“Now, then, hearken,” said Claes, “and be light of +heart. Katheline, instead of wearing out her term of banishment in the +marquisate of Antwerp, went on foot, under Nele’s guidance, as +far as Meyborg. There Nele told my brother Josse that often we live in +black want, in spite of my sore toil. According to what this good +fellow messenger has told me but now”—and Claes pointed to +the horseman in black—“Josse hath abandoned the Roman +religion to adhere to the heresy of Luther.”</p> +<p>The man in black replied:</p> +<p>“Those be the heretics that follow the cult of the Great +Harlot. For the Pope hath betrayed his trust and is a seller of holy +things.”</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Soetkin, “speak not so loud, good sir, +you will cause us to be burned all three.”</p> +<p>“And so,” said Claes, “Josse said to this good +fellow messenger that since he was about to fight among the troops of +Frederick of Saxony, and was taking him fifty well-found men at arms, +he had no need, going into war, of so much money, to bequeath it in +some ill hour to some rogue of a <i lang="nl">landsknecht</i>. +‘So,’ said he, ‘take it to my brother Claes, with my +blessing, these seven hundred gold florins carolus: tell him to live in +comfort and think upon his soul’s salvation’.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb125" href="#pb125" name= +"pb125">125</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Aye,” said the horseman, “it is time for it, for +God will render unto man according to his works, and will entreat each +one according as he hath deserved in his life.”</p> +<p>“Good sir,” said Claes, “it will not be forbidden +me in the meantime to rejoice at this good tidings; deign to stay +within here, we shall, to do it honour, eat goodly tripe, carbonadoes +without stint, a neat ham which lately I beheld so plump and appetizing +in the pork butcher’s, that it made my teeth come out a foot long +out of my jaws.”</p> +<p>“Alas!” said the other, “madmen thus take their +joy the while the eyes of God are upon their ways.”</p> +<p>“Come now, messenger,” said Claes, “Will you or +will you not eat and drink with us?”</p> +<p>The man replied:</p> +<p>“It will be time for the faithful to give their souls up to +earthly joys when great Babylon is fallen!<span class="corr" id= +"xd20e3416" title="Source: ’">”</span></p> +<p>Soetkin and Claes making the sign of the cross, he would have gone +away:</p> +<p>Claes said to him:</p> +<p>“Since it is your pleasure thus to go away without being made +much of, give my brother Josse the kiss of peace and watch over him in +the battle.”</p> +<p>“I will do so,” said the man.</p> +<p>And he went away, while Soetkin went to bring wherewithal to feast +propitious fortune. The stork that day had for supper two gudgeons and +a cod’s head.</p> +<p>The news spread swiftly through Damme that Claes the poor had become +Claes the rich through the act of his brother Josse, and the dean said +that Katheline had doubtless cast a spell on Josse, since Claes had +received from him a sum of money, a very <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb126" href="#pb126" name="pb126">126</a>]</span>great sum, beyond a +doubt, and had not given the poorest robe to Our Lady.</p> +<p>Claes and Soetkin were happy, Claes working in the fields or selling +his coal, and Soetkin showing herself a brave housekeeper at home.</p> +<p>But Soetkin, always sad, sought unceasingly with her eyes for +Ulenspiegel along the highway.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.52" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3439" class="main">LII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">That day the Emperor Charles received from England a +letter in which his son said to him:</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first salute"><span class="sc">Sir and Father</span>:</p> +<p>It displeases me to have to live in this land where the accursed +heretics breed like fleas and caterpillars and locusts. Fire and sword +would not be amiss to lop them from off the trunk of the life-giving +tree our mother Holy Church. As if this grief were not enough for me, +still it must needs be that they will not look on me as their king, but +as their queen’s husband, and having no authority apart from her. +They make game of me, saying in malicious pamphlets, whose authors and +printers none can discover, that the Pope pays me to trouble and harm +the realm with impious hangings and burnings, and when I would raise +some urgent levy from them, for oftentimes they leave me without money, +out of mere malice, they reply in evil lampoons that I have but to ask +money from Satan whose work I do. The men of the Parliament make +excuses and hunch up their backs in fear lest I should bite, but they +grant nothing.</p> +<p>All the while the walls of London are covered with lampoons +representing me as a parricide ready to strike down Your Majesty to +have your inheritance.</p> +<p>But you know, my lord and father, that in spite of all my legitimate +ambition and pride, I wish Your Majesty a long and glorious reign. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb127" href="#pb127" name= +"pb127">127</a>]</span></p> +<p>They scatter also throughout the town a drawing all too cleverly +engraved on copper, in which I am seen making cats play upon a +harpsichord with their paws, shut up inside the instruments, with their +tails protruding through round holes into which they are fastened with +iron pins. A man, who is myself, is burning their tails with a red-hot +iron, and so making them strike on the keys with their paws and yowl +desperately. I am depicted as so ugly that I cannot even bear to look +at myself in it. And they show me laughing. Now you must know, dear sir +and father, if I happened to take this profane pleasure at any time, I +doubtless endeavoured to amuse myself by making these cats mew, but I +never laughed. They make it a crime in me, in their rebel’s talk, +what they call the newfangledness and cruelty of this harpsichord, +although the beasts have no souls, and though men and especially all +royal personages may use them even unto death for their diversion. But +in this land of England they are so well mated with beasts that they +treat them better than their servants; stables and kennels here are +palaces, and there are lords even that sleep with their horses on the +same litter.</p> +<p>Furthermore, my noble wife and queen is barren; they declare by way +of brutal insult that I am the reason, and not she who is also jealous, +sullen, and gluttonous of love beyond degree. Dear sir and father, +every day I implore our Lord God to have me in his grace, hoping for +another throne, were it among the Turks, while awaiting that to which I +am called by the honour of being the son of your most glorious and +greatly victorious Majesty.</p> +<p class="signed">(<i>Signed</i>) <span class="sc">Philip</span>.</p> +</div> +<p>To this letter the Emperor made answer:</p> +<div class="blockquote"> +<p class="first salute"><span class="sc">Sir and Son</span>:</p> +<p>Your enemies are strong, I do not contest the fact, but endeavour to +endure with patience the waiting for a more illustrious crown. I have +already announced to divers the intention I have conceived of +withdrawing from the Low Countries and my other dominions, for I am +well aware that <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb128" href="#pb128" +name="pb128">128</a>]</span>old and gouty as I now become, I cannot +well make head against Henry of France, second of the name, for Fortune +loveth the young. Think also that as the master of England you wound by +your power our enemy France.</p> +<p>I was foully beaten before Metz, and lost forty thousand men there. +I was forced to flee before him of Saxony. If God doth not restore me +by a touch of his good and divine will unto my full strength and +vigour, I am minded, dear sir and son, to quit my realms and leave them +to you.</p> +<p>Have therefore patience and meanwhile do your duty fully against the +heretics, sparing none of them, men, women, girls, nor babes, for word +has come to me, to my great grief, that madame the queen would fain +ofttimes have shown them grace.</p> +<p class="signed">Your affectionate father,<br> +(<i>Signed</i>) <span class="sc">Charles</span>.</p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.53" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3495" class="main">LIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Having tramped a long time, Ulenspiegel’s feet +were bleeding, and in the bishopric of Mayence he met with a +pilgrims’ cart that brought him to Rome.</p> +<p>When he came into the city and got down from his cart, he descried +upon the threshold of an inn a pretty goodwife who smiled, seeing him +look at her.</p> +<p>Auguring well from this good humour:</p> +<p>“Hostess,” said he, “will you give a sanctuary to +a pilgrim on pilgrimage, for I have come to my time and must be brought +to bed with the remission of my sins.”</p> +<p>“We grant sanctuary to all that pay us.”</p> +<p>“I have a hundred ducats in my wallet,” said +Ulenspiegel, who had but one, “and I would be pleased to spend +the first one with you in drinking a bottle of old wine of +Rome.”</p> +<p>“Wine is not dear in these holy places,” answered she. +“Come in and drink for a soldo.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb129" href="#pb129" name="pb129">129</a>]</span></p> +<p>They drank together so long and emptied so many flagons with small +talk that the hostess was forced to bid her servant give the customers +their drink, while she and Ulenspiegel withdrew into a back parlour all +of marble and as cold as winter.</p> +<p>Leaning her head on his shoulder she asked him who he was. +Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“I am Sire of Geeland, Count of Gavergeeten, Baron of +Tuchtendell, and at Damme, which is my birthplace, I have five and +twenty <i>bonniers</i> of moonshine.”</p> +<p>“What land is that?” asked the hostess, drinking out of +Ulenspiegel’s tankard.</p> +<p>“It is,” said he, “a soil wherein are sown the +seeds of illusion, of wild hopes and airy promises. But thou wast not +born in the moonlight land, sweet hostess of the amber skin, and eyes +shining like pearls. ’Tis the sun’s colour the embrowned +gold of thy hair; it was Venus that without jealousy bestowed on thee +thy plump shoulders, thy full breasts, thy round arms, thy dainty +hands. Shall we sup together to-night?”</p> +<p>“Handsome pilgrim of Flanders,” said she, “why do +you come hither?”</p> +<p>“To talk with the Pope,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Alas!” said she, joining her hands, “talk with +the Pope! I that am of this land, I have never been able to do +that.”</p> +<p>“I shall do it,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“But,” said she, “know you where he goes, what +manner of man he is, what are his habits and his ways of +living?”</p> +<p>“They told me on my way,” said Ulenspiegel, <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e3538" title="Not in source">“</span>that +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb130" href="#pb130" name= +"pb130">130</a>]</span>he has to name Julius the Third, that he is +wanton, gay, and dissolute, a good talker and quick in repartee. They +told me, too, that he had conceived an extraordinary friendship for a +little beggar fellow, black, dirty, and forbidding, who begged for alms +with a monkey, and that on his arriving at the pontifical throne, he +made him cardinal of the Mount, and that he is ill whenever a day goes +by without seeing him.”</p> +<p>“Drink,” said she, “and do not speak so +loud.”</p> +<p>“They told me, too,” said Ulenspiegel, “that he +swore like a trooper: <i lang="it">Al dispetto di Dio, potta di +Dio</i>; one day when at supper he did not find a cold peacock he had +had kept for himself, saying, ‘I, the Vicar of God, may very well +swear over a peacock since my master lost his temper for an +apple!’ You see, my dear, that I know the Pope and what he +is.”</p> +<p>“Alas!” said she, “but don’t speak of it to +other people. And in any case you will never see him.”</p> +<p>“I shall speak with him,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“If you do, I give you a hundred florins.”</p> +<p>“They are mine already,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The next day, although he was leg-weary, he went about the town and +discovered where the Pope would say mass that day, at St. John Lateran. +Ulenspiegel went thither and stationed himself as near and as plain to +the Pope as he could compass, and every time the Pope raised the +chalice or the host, Ulenspiegel turned his back upon the altar.</p> +<p>Beside the Pope was a cardinal serving, brown of visage, cunning and +portly, who, with an ape on his shoulder, gave the people the sacrament +with many wanton gestures. He called the Pope’s attention +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb131" href="#pb131" name= +"pb131">131</a>]</span>to Ulenspiegel, and as soon as the mass was +completed, His Holiness sent four famous soldiers such as are known in +these warlike lands, to seize the pilgrim.</p> +<p>“What is your belief?” the Pope asked him.</p> +<p>“Most Holy Father,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I hold +the same belief as my hostess.”</p> +<p>The Pope sent for the goodwife.</p> +<p>“What dost thou believe?” he said to her.</p> +<p>“What your Holiness believes,” she answered.</p> +<p>“And I the same,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The Pope then asked him why he had turned his back on the Holy +Sacrament.</p> +<p>“I felt myself unworthy to look upon it face to face,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Thou art a pilgrim,” said the Pope.</p> +<p>“Yea,” said he, “and from Flanders I come to beg +the remission of my sins.”</p> +<p>The Pope gave him his blessing, and Ulenspiegel departed with the +hostess, who told him out one hundred florins. Thus ballasted he left +Rome to return thence to the land of Flanders.</p> +<p>But he must needs pay seven ducats for his pardon inscribed on +parchment.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.54" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3591" class="main">LIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In these days there came two Premonstratensian friars +to Damme with indulgences for sale. They were attired, over their +monkish array, in a fine shirt trimmed with lace.</p> +<p>Posting themselves at the church door when it was fair weather, and +under the porch when it was foul and rainy, they put up their tariff, +in which they <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb132" href="#pb132" name= +"pb132">132</a>]</span>marked down for six liards, for a patard, a half +livre of Paris, for seven, for twelve florins carolus, a hundred, two +hundred, four hundred years of indulgence, and according to the price, +demiplenary or full plenary, and forgiveness for the most heinous +crimes, even that of desiring to violate Madame the Virgin. But that +one cost seventeen florins.</p> +<p>They delivered to buyers who paid them certain little bits of +parchment on which was written the number of years of indulgence. Above +was found this inscription:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">He that would not be</p> +<p class="line">Stewed, roast, or fried</p> +<p class="line">A thousand years in purgatory</p> +<p class="line">Still in hell burning,</p> +<p class="line">Let him buy indulgence,</p> +<p class="line">Grace and compassion,</p> +<p class="line">For a little silver,</p> +<p class="line">God will repay him.</p> +</div> +<p class="first">And there came buyers from ten leagues roundabout. One +of the good friars often preached to the people; he had a face well +blossomed and carried his three chins and his paunch with no false +modesty.</p> +<p>“Miserable man!” he would say, fixing his eyes on one or +another of his hearers; “miserable man! lo, there thou art, in +hell! The fire burns thee cruelly: they are boiling thee in the +cauldron of oil in which they cook Astarte’s <i lang="nl">olie +koekjes</i>; thou art but a black pudding on Lucifer’s frying +pan, a leg of mutton on Guilguiroth’s, the great devil, for thou +art first cut into joints. Look now on this great sinner, who contemned +indulgences; see that dish of fricadelle; <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb133" href="#pb133" name="pb133">133</a>]</span>’tis he, +’tis he, his impious body, his damned body boiled down to this. +And what a sauce! sulphur, pitch, and tar! And all these poor sinners +are thus eaten only to be reborn continually to anguish. And it is +there that there is verily weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. +Have pity, God of compassion! Aye, there thou art in hell, poor damned +one, suffering all these torments. Should one give a denier for thee, +thou feelest all at once an easement in thy right hand; should another +half denier be given, there are both thy hands out of the flame. But +the rest of the body? A florin, and here falls the healing dew of the +indulgence. O coolness delicious! And for ten days, a hundred days, a +thousand years, according to what is paid: no more roast, no more +<i lang="nl">olie koekje</i>, nor fricassee! And if it be not for thee, +sinner, are there not yonder in the hidden deeps of the fire poor souls +thy parents, a beloved wife, some dear girl with whom thou once +delightedst to sin?”</p> +<p>And so saying, the monk would give a nudge to the friar who stood +beside him, with a silver basin. And the friar, lowering his eyes at +this signal, would shake his basin impressively to call the money to +it.</p> +<p>“Hast thou not,” the monk would continue, “hast +thou not in this dreadful fire a son, a daughter, some darling babe? +They cry, they weep, they call on thee. Canst thou remain deaf to those +lamentable voices? Thou couldst not; thy heart of ice will melt, but +that will cost thee a carolus. And see: at the chime of the carolus +upon this common metal ... (the other monk still shook his basin) a +void is made within the fire, and the poor soul mounts up to the lip of +some volcano. Lo, there it is in the cool air, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb134" href="#pb134" name="pb134">134</a>]</span>in +the free air! Where are the torments of the fire? The sea is near at +hand, it plunges in, it swims on back, on front, above the waves and +beneath the waves. Hearken how it crieth out for joy, look how it +wallows in the water! The angels look on it and rejoice. They await it, +but still it hath not enough, fain would it become a fish. It knoweth +not that there on high are delicious baths full of perfumes in which +float great lumps of sugar candy white and cold as ice. A shark cometh: +the soul dreads him not. It climbs upon his back, but he feels it not; +it would fain go with him into the depths of the sea. There it goeth to +salute the angels of the waters, that eat <i lang="nl">waterzoey</i> in +coral kettles and fresh oysters on platters of mother of pearl. And how +it is welcomed, feasted, made much of; the angels still call it from on +high. At length, nobly refreshed, and happy, dost thou see it, how it +flies up singing like a lark up to the highest heaven where God sitteth +throned in glory? There it findeth all its earthly relatives and +friends, save those that having slandered and missaid the indulgences +of our Mother Holy Church, burn in the abyss of hell. And so for ever, +ever, ever and always, even from age to age, throughout eternity of +agony. But the other soul, that is close to God, refreshing itself in +the delicious baths and eating the sugar candy. Buy indulgences, my +brothers; they are to be had for crusadoes, for gold florins. Buy, buy, +buy! this is the holy shop; there is here for the poor and for the +rich, but unhappily there can be no credit, my brothers, for to buy and +not pay ready money is a crime in the Lord’s eyes.”</p> +<p>The brother who was not preaching went on shaking <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb135" href="#pb135" name="pb135">135</a>]</span>his +dish. Florins, crusadoes, ducats, patards, sols, and deniers fell into +it thick as hail.</p> +<p>Claes, seeing himself a rich man, paid a florin for ten thousand +years’ indulgence. The monks gave him a piece of parchment in +exchange.</p> +<p>Soon, seeing that there was nobody left in Damme who had not bought +indulgence except the very scum of poverty, they went away together to +Heyst.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.55" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3649" class="main">LV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Clad in his pilgrim’s garb and duly and well +absolved of his sins, Ulenspiegel left Rome, tramping ever straight on +before him, and came to Bamberg, where the best vegetables in the world +are.</p> +<p>He went into an inn where there was a jolly hostess, who said to +him:</p> +<p>“Young master, would you have victual for your +money?”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel. “But for what sum does +one eat here?”</p> +<p>The hostess answered:</p> +<p>“You eat at the nobles’ table for six florins; at the +citizens’ table for four florins, at the house table for +two.”</p> +<p>“The most money is the best for me,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>So he went and sate down at the nobles’ table. When he was +well filled and had washed down his dinner with Rhine wine, he said to +his hostess:</p> +<p>“Goodwife, I have eaten well for my money. Give me the six +florins.”</p> +<p>The hostess said to him: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb136" href= +"#pb136" name="pb136">136</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Are you making game of me? Pay your score.”</p> +<p>“Dear <i lang="nl">baesine</i>,” replied Ulenspiegel, +“you have not the countenance of a fraudulent debtor; I see in +it, on the contrary, so great a good faith, so much loyalty and love of +neighbours that you would liefer pay me eighteen florins than refuse me +the six you owe me. Those lovely eyes! ’tis the sun blazing on +me, making the madness of love spring up higher than couch grass in a +deserted garden.”</p> +<p>The hostess answered:</p> +<p>“I have nothing to do with your madness or your couch grass; +pay and be off.”</p> +<p>“To be off,” said Ulenspiegel, “and never you see +again! Far rather would I die on the spot. <i lang="nl">Baesine</i>, +gentle <i lang="nl">baesine</i>, I am little used to eat for six +florins, I, a poor young man wandering by hill and dale; I am stuffed +and full, and presently my tongue will hang out like a dog’s in +the sun: be so good as to pay me, I have well and duly earned the six +florins by my hard jaw work; give me them and I will caress you, kiss +you, embrace you with so great heat of gratitude that twenty-seven +lovers could not all together suffice for such a task.”</p> +<p>“You are talking for money,” said she.</p> +<p>“Would you have me eat you for nothing?” said he.</p> +<p>“No,” said she, defending herself from him.</p> +<p>“Ah!” he sighed, pursuing her, “your skin is like +cream, your hair like pheasant roasted golden on the spit, your lips +like cherries! Is there any woman more dainty than you?”</p> +<p>“It becomes you well, nasty ruffian,” said she, smiling, +“to come still demanding six florins from me. Be happy that I +have fed you gratis and asked you for nothing.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb137" href="#pb137" name="pb137">137</a>]</span></p> +<p>“If you only knew,” said Ulenspiegel, “how much +space there is still!”</p> +<p>“Go!” said the hostess, “before my husband +comes.”</p> +<p>“I will be a lenient creditor,” replied Ulenspiegel; +“give me just one florin for future thirst.”</p> +<p>“Here,” said she, “bad boy.”</p> +<p>And she gave it to him.</p> +<p>“Will you kindly go away?” said she.</p> +<p>“To go kindly would be to go to you, my dear, but it is going +unkindly to leave your beauteous eyes. If you would deign to keep me +with you I should eat no more than but a florin every day.”</p> +<p>“Must I take a yard stick?” said she.</p> +<p>“Take mine,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>She laughed, but he must needs be gone.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.56" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3725" class="main">LVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Lamme Goedzak, in these days, came once more to live +in Damme, the country of <span class="corr" id="xd20e3729" title= +"Source: Liége">Liège</span> being far from tranquil on +account of heresy. His wife followed him with a good will, because the +<span class="corr" id="xd20e3732" title= +"Source: Liége">Liège</span> people, good mockers by +nature, made game of her husband’s easy meekness.</p> +<p>Lamme often visited Claes, who since he had his inheritance, haunted +the tavern of the <i lang="nl">Blauwe Torre</i> and had chosen out a +table there for himself and his boon companions. At the next table +there sat, meanly drinking his pint pot, Josse Grypstuiver, the miserly +dean of the fishmongers, a scurvy fellow, niggard, living on red +herrings, loving money more than his soul’s salvation. Claes had +put in his pouch the piece of parchment on which were marked his ten +thousand years of indulgence. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb138" +href="#pb138" name="pb138">138</a>]</span></p> +<p>One night when he was at the <i lang="nl">Blauwe Torre</i> in the +company of Lamme Goedzak, Jan van Roosebekke, and Mathys van Assche, +Josse Grypstuiver being present, Claes made good play with the pot, and +Jan Roosebekke said to him:</p> +<p>“’Tis a sin to drink so much!”</p> +<p>Claes replied:</p> +<p>“You only burn half a day for a quart too much. And I have ten +thousand years of indulgence in my pouch. Who would like a hundred so +as to be able to drown his belly without fear or favour?”</p> +<p>All cried out:</p> +<p>“What is your price for them?”</p> +<p>“A quart,” replied Claes, “but I will give a +hundred and fifty for a <i lang="nl">muske conyn</i>.”</p> +<p>Certain drinkers paid Claes, one a stoup, one a piece of ham, and he +cut off a little strip of parchment for each of them. It was not Claes +who ate and drank the price of the indulgence, but Lamme Goedzak, who +ate until he was visibly a-swelling while Claes came and went through +the tavern retailing his wares.</p> +<p>Grypstuiver, turning his sour face towards him:</p> +<p>“Have you a piece for ten days?” said he.</p> +<p>“No,” said Claes, “it’s too hard to +cut.”</p> +<p>And everyone laughed, and Grypstuiver swallowed his rage. Then Claes +went off to his cottage, followed by Lamme, walking as if his legs were +made of wool.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.57" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e3773" class="main">LVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Towards the end of her third year of banishment +Katheline came back to her own house at Damme. And she never ceased to +say in witless fashion: “Fire <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb139" href="#pb139" name="pb139">139</a>]</span>on my head, the soul +is knocking, make a hole, it would fain come out.” And she still +fled away at the sight of oxen and of sheep. And she sat on the bench +under the lime trees, behind her cottage, wagging her head and looking, +without knowing them, at the folk of Damme, who said as they passed by +in front of her, “There is the madwife.”</p> +<p>At this time, strolling by highways and byways, Ulenspiegel saw on +the high road an ass harnessed with leather studded with copper nails, +and its head adorned with tufts and tassels of red wool.</p> +<p>Certain old women stood about the ass all talking at the same time +and saying: “No one can take possession of it, it is the horrible +mount of the great wizard the Baron de Raix, who was burned alive for +having sacrificed eight children to the devil——” +“Gossips, he ran away so quickly that they could not catch him. +Satan is in him to protect him——” “For while +being weary, he stayed on his way, the sergeants of the commune came to +take him bodily, but he reared and brayed so terribly that they dared +not come near him——” “And it was not the +braying of an ass but the roaring voice of a demon——” +“So they left him to browse on thistles without putting him on +his trial or burning him alive as a wizard——” +“These folk have no kind of courage——”</p> +<p>In spite of all this fine talk, as soon as the donkey pricked up his +ears or lashed his ribs with his tail, the women fled shrieking, to +come in again chattering and jabbering, and to do the same thing again +at the least movement of the donkey.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, contemplating them and laughing:</p> +<p>“Ah,” said he, “endless curiosity and everlasting +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb140" href="#pb140" name= +"pb140">140</a>]</span>babble flow like a river from the mouths of +gossips and especially the old ones, for in the young, the flood is +less common because of their amorous employments.”</p> +<p>Considering next the ass:</p> +<p>“This wizard beast,” said he, “is nimble and +without doubt no sloucher; I can either ride or sell him.”</p> +<p>He went off without a word, to fetch a peck of oats, made the ass +eat them, leaped lightly on his back, and tightening up the rein, +turned to the north, the east, and the west, and from afar blessed the +old women. These, swooning for terror, knelt down, and that day at the +evening hour in the village it was told how an angel with a pheasant +plumed hat on his head had come, had blessed them all and taken away +the wizard’s ass, by special favour of God.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went off bestriding his ass among rich fat meadows +where the horses leaped in freedom, where cows and heifers grazed, +lying idly in the sun. And he called him Jef.</p> +<p>The ass stopped and dined merrily on thistles. Sometimes he shivered +with all his skin the while, and lashed his ribs with his tail to drive +off the greedy horse flies that would fain dine like himself, but on +his flesh.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, whose stomach cried hunger, was melancholy.</p> +<p>“You would be full happy,” said he, “master ass, +dining like this on fine fat thistles, if no one came to disturb you in +your comfort and remind you that you are mortal, that is to say, born +to endure every kind of hardship.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb141" href="#pb141" name="pb141">141</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Even like thee,” he went on, gripping him with his +legs, “even like thyself He of the Holy Slipper hath his gadfly, +’tis Master Luther; and his High Majesty King Charles hath his +also, that is Messire François first of the name, the King with +the long nose and the still longer sword. It is then permissible for +me, a poor little fellow wandering like a Jew, to have my gadfly, too, +master donkey. Alas, all my pockets have holes, and through the holes +away go gadding all my lovely ducats, florins, and daelders, like a +legion of mice scattering to flight before the jaws of a cat. I know +not why money will have naught to do with me, me who so greatly desire +money. Fortune is no woman, whatever they say, for she loveth but the +scurvy miser loons that coffer her up, pouch her up, lock her up under +twenty keys, and never allow her to show as much as the tip of her +little golden nose at the window. That is the gadfly that devours me +and stings me, and tickles me but not to make me laugh. You are not +listening to me, master donkey, and you are thinking of nothing but +your grazing. Ah! belly worshipper, filling thy belly, thy long ears +are deaf to the cry of an empty stomach. Listen to me, I want you +to.”</p> +<p>And he lashed him bitterly. The ass began to bray.</p> +<p>“Let us come away now that you have sung your song,” +said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>But the donkey would not budge any more than a stone post, and +seemed to have resolved to eat to the last one every thistle along the +way. And there was no lack of them.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, perceiving this, he dismounted, cut a bunch of +thistles, got up on his donkey again, held the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb142" href="#pb142" name= +"pb142">142</a>]</span>bunch under his muzzle, and led him by the nose +as far as the territories of the Landgrave of Hesse.</p> +<p>“Master donkey,” said he, as they went on their way, +“you run nimbly behind my bunch of thistles, a thin diet and +poor, and leave behind you the fine highway all thick beset with these +dainty plants. Even so do men, smelling some after the bouquet of glory +that Fortune holds under their noses, others after the nosegay of gain, +others the nosegay of love. At the end of the road they perceive like +you that they have pursued that which is but little, and have left +behind them that which is somewhat, that is to say, health, work, rest, +and comfort in their homes.”</p> +<p>So conversing with his ass, Ulenspiegel came before the +landgrave’s palace.</p> +<p>Two captains of musketeers were playing dice on the stair.</p> +<p>One of them, red headed and of giant size, caught sight of +Ulenspiegel modestly sitting upon Jef and watching their play.</p> +<p>“What do you want with us,” said he, “hungry +pilgrim-face?”</p> +<p>“I am exceedingly hungry, in very deed,” said +Ulenspiegel, “and am pilgrimaging against my will.”</p> +<p>“If you are hungry,” rejoined the captain, “eat +with your neck the rope that swings from the nearest gallows destined +for vagabonds.”</p> +<p>“Messire captain,” replied Ulenspiegel, “if you +were to give me that fine gold cord you wear on your hat, I should go +and hang myself with my teeth to that fat ham that swings yonder at the +cook shop.”</p> +<p>“Where do you come from?” asked the captain.</p> +<p>“From Flanders,” replied Ulenspiegel. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb143" href="#pb143" name="pb143">143</a>]</span></p> +<p>“What would you?”</p> +<p>“Show His Highness the Landgrave a painting after my +fashion.”</p> +<p>“If you are a painter and out of Flanders,” said the +captain, “come within, and I will bring you to my +master.”</p> +<p>Being come before the landgrave, Ulenspiegel saluted him three times +and more.</p> +<p>“May Your Highness,” said he, “deign to excuse my +impertinence in daring to come to lay at your noble feet a painting I +made for you, wherein I had the honour to pourtray Madame the Virgin in +imperial array.”</p> +<p>“This painting,” he went on, “may perhaps be to +your liking, and in that case I vaunt myself sufficiently of my skill +to hope to raise myself to that fine chair of crimson velvet wherein, +during his life, the ever to be lamented painter of Your Magnanimity +had place.”</p> +<p>The landgrave having contemplated the picture, which was a beautiful +one:</p> +<p>“Thou shalt be our painter,” said he, “take thy +seat in the chair.”</p> +<p>And gaily he kissed him on both cheeks. Ulenspiegel sat down.</p> +<p>“Thou art full ragged,” said the landgrave, scrutinizing +him.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“In very truth, Monseigneur, Jef, the which is my ass, dined +upon thistles, but I, for three days, I have lived only on want and fed +only upon the savour of hope.”</p> +<p>“Thou shalt sup presently on better meat,” replied the +landgrave, “but where is thy ass?” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb144" href="#pb144" name="pb144">144</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered:</p> +<p>“I left him on the Great Marketplace, over against the palace +of Your Goodness; I should be glad indeed if Jef had shelter and litter +and fodder for the night.”</p> +<p>The landgrave gave instant command to one of his pages to treat +Ulenspiegel’s ass like one of his own.</p> +<p>Soon came the hour of the supper, that was as a revel and a feast. +And the meats gave up a noble savour and the wines rained down their +throats.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and the landgrave being both fire red like live coals, +Ulenspiegel became gay, but the landgrave remained pensive.</p> +<p>“Our painter,” said he, suddenly, “thou must paint +my portrait, for it is a great satisfaction to a mortal prince to +bequeath to his descendants the memory of his countenance.”</p> +<p>“Sire Landgrave,” said Ulenspiegel, “your pleasure +is my will, but it seems to my poor self that pourtrayed alone by +yourself Your Lordship will have no great joy in ages to come. You must +be accompanied by your noble wife, Madame the Landgravine, and your +ladies and lords, your most warlike captains and officers, in the midst +of whom Monseigneur and Madame will shine like two suns surrounded by +lanterns.”</p> +<p>“True indeed, our painter,” replied the landgrave, +“and what should I have to pay thee for this great +work?”</p> +<p>“One hundred florins, in advance or otherwise,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Here they are in advance,” said the landgrave.</p> +<p>“Kind and good lord,” replied Ulenspiegel, “you +put oil in my lamp, it shall burn in your honour.”</p> +<p>The next day he asked the landgrave to cause to <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb145" href="#pb145" name="pb145">145</a>]</span>pass +before him all those for whom he reserved the honour of figuring in the +portraiture.</p> +<p>Came then the Duke of Lunebourg, the commander of the lansquenets in +the landgrave’s service. This was a big heavy man, carrying with +difficulty his paunch swollen with victuals. He drew <span class="corr" +id="xd20e3898" title="Source: dear">near</span> Ulenspiegel and +whispered a word in his ear:</p> +<p>“If you do not, in making my portrait, take away half my fat, +I shall have you hanged by my troopers.”</p> +<p>The duke passed on.</p> +<p>And then a noble lady, the which had a hump on her back and a bosom +as flat as the blade of an executioner’s glaive:</p> +<p>“Messire painter,” said she, “if you do not give +me two humps for the one that you shall take away, and do not put them +in front, I shall have you quartered as a poisoner.”</p> +<p>The lady passed on.</p> +<p>Then came a young maid of honour, fair, fresh, and pretty, but who +lacked three teeth under her upper lip.</p> +<p>“Messire painter,” she said, “if you do not make +me laugh and show thirty-two teeth, I shall have you cut to pieces by +my lover, who is over there.”</p> +<p>And pointing out the captain of musketeers who had before been +playing dice on the palace stairway, she passed on.</p> +<p>The procession continued; Ulenspiegel remained alone with the +landgrave.</p> +<p>“If thou hast the ill-luck,” said the landgrave, +“to err in one feature the pourtraying all these countenances, I +shall have thy head cut off like a chicken’s.”</p> +<p>“Bereft of my head,” thought Ulenspiegel, +“quartered, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb146" href="#pb146" +name="pb146">146</a>]</span>chopped in pieces, or hanged at least, it +will be much more comfortable to pourtray nothing at all. I will +bethink me for it.”</p> +<p>“Where,” he asked the landgrave, “is the hall that +I am to decorate with all these paintings?”</p> +<p>“Follow me,” said the landgrave.</p> +<p>And showing him a great room with spacious walls all bare and +empty:</p> +<p>“This,” he said, “is the hall.”</p> +<p>“I should greatly like,” said Ulenspiegel, “that +they should set great curtains on these walls, so as to assure my +paintings against the insults of flies and against dust.”</p> +<p>“That shall be done,” said the landgrave.</p> +<p>The curtains being put in place, Ulenspiegel asked for three +apprentices, as he said, to make them prepare his colours.</p> +<p>For thirty days, Ulenspiegel and the apprentices did nothing but +hold feast and revel, sparing neither the choice viands nor the old +wines. The landgrave watched over all.</p> +<p>However, on the thirty-first day he came and put in his nose at the +door of the room which Ulenspiegel had enjoined on him not to +enter.</p> +<p>“Well, Thyl, where are thy portraits?”</p> +<p>“Far away,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Could not one see them?”</p> +<p>“Not yet.”</p> +<p>The thirty-sixth day, he put his nose in at the door again.</p> +<p>“Well, Thyl?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Ah! sire Landgrave, they are travelling towards the +end.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb147" href="#pb147" name= +"pb147">147</a>]</span></p> +<p>The sixtieth day, the landgrave became angry, and entering the +room:</p> +<p>“Thou art immediately to show me the pictures,” said +he.</p> +<p>“Yea, great lord,” replied Ulenspiegel, “but deign +not to draw aside this curtain until you have summoned hither the lords +and captains and ladies of your court.”</p> +<p>“I consent to this,” said the landgrave.</p> +<p>They all came at his command.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel stood before the curtain closely drawn.</p> +<p>“Monseigneur Landgrave,” said he, “Madame +Landgravine, and you, Monseigneur de Lunebourg, and you other beauteous +dames and valiant captains, I have pourtrayed as best I could your +pretty or warlike faces behind this curtain. It will be easy to +recognize each one of you there. You are curious to see yourselves, it +is natural, but pray have patience and permit me to say a word or two +to you. Beauteous ladies and valiant captains, who are all of noble +blood, you can see and admire my painting; but if among you there is +one of low origin, he will see nothing save the blank wall. And now +deign to open your noble eyes.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel pulled the curtain back.</p> +<p>“Noble men alone see aught, alone they see aught there, the +noble ladies, so shall men say ere long: ‘blind in painting as a +base fellow, clear seeing as a noble gentleman’!”</p> +<p>All opened their eyes to the widest, pretending to see, mutually +pointing themselves out to one another, showing and recognizing each +other, but seeing nothing in reality but the white wall, which made +them grieved.</p> +<p>All at once the fool who was there bounded three feet into the air +and shaking his bells: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb148" href= +"#pb148" name="pb148">148</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Let me be looked on as base,” said he, “a base +fellow full of basest baseness, but I will say and cry and proclaim +with trumpets and flourish of trumpets that I see there a bare wall, a +blank wall, a naked wall. So help me God and all His saints!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“When fools begin to talk it is time for wise men to be +off.”</p> +<p>He was making to leave the palace when the landgrave staying +him:</p> +<p>“Fool full of folly,” said he, “that goest about +the world praising things fine and good and mocking at things stupid +with wide mouth, thou that hast dared before so many noble dames and +most high and mighty lords to make a vulgar mock of pride of blasonry +and lordship, thou wilt be hanged one day for thy over-free +speech.”</p> +<p>“If the rope be a golden rope,” replied Ulenspiegel, +“it will break with terror to see me coming.”</p> +<p>“There,” said the landgrave, giving him fifteen florins, +“there is the first piece of it.”</p> +<p>“All thanks, Monseigneur,” answered Ulenspiegel, +“every inn by the way shall have a strand of it, a strand all of +gold that maketh Crœsuses of all these thieving +innkeepers.”</p> +<p>And away he went on his ass, his bonnet high, his plume streaming in +the wind, merry and jolly.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.58" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4005" class="main">LVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The leaves were yellowing on the trees and the autumn +wind was beginning to blow. Katheline sometimes had her reason for an +hour or two or three. And <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb149" href= +"#pb149" name="pb149">149</a>]</span>Claes then said that the spirit of +God had visited her in His great compassion. At these moments she had +power by passes and by words to cast a spell upon Nele, who saw more +than a hundred leagues away all that happened in city places, in the +streets, or within the houses.</p> +<p>On this day then, Katheline, being in her wits, was eating <i lang= +"nl">olie koekjes</i> well washed down with <i lang= +"nl">dobbel-cuyt</i> in company with Claes, Soetkin, and Nele.</p> +<p>Said Claes:</p> +<p>“To-day is the day of the abdication of His Sacred Majesty the +Emperor Charles the Fifth. Nele, my dear, could you see as far as +Brussels in Brabant?”</p> +<p>“I could, if Katheline is willing,” answered Nele.</p> +<p>Then Katheline made the girl sit upon a bench, and by her words and +passes, acting like a spell, Nele sank down all deep in slumber.</p> +<p>Katheline said to her:</p> +<p>“Go into the little house in the Park, which is the favourite +abode of the Emperor Charles the Fifth.”</p> +<p>“I am,” said Nele, speaking low and as though she was +being stifled, “I am in a little chamber painted green with oil +colours. There there is a man bordering upon four and fifty years, bald +and gray, with a fair beard on a jutting chin, with an evil look in his +gray eyes, full of cunning, of cruelty, and feigned good nature. And +this man he is called Sacred Majesty. He is in catarrh and coughs +sorely. Beside him is another, young, with an ugly mask like an ape +hydrocephalous; that one I saw at Antwerp, it is King Philip. His +Sacred Majesty at this moment is reproaching him for having slept +abroad last night; doubtless, he saith, to go and find some vile +creature in a filthy den in the low <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb150" href="#pb150" name="pb150">150</a>]</span>quarters of the city. +He says his hair stinks of the tavern, which is no pleasure for a king +that hath only to choose sweet bodies, skins of satin refreshed in +baths of perfumes, and hands of great ladies amorous, which is far +better, saith he, than a wild sow, come hardly washed from the arms of +a drunken trooper. There is, saith he, never a maiden, wife, or widow +who would resist him, among the most noble and beauteous, that illumine +their loves with perfumed tapers, not by the greasy glimmer of stinking +tallow-dips.</p> +<p>“The king replied that he will obey His Sacred Majesty in all +things.</p> +<p>“Then His Sacred Majesty coughs and drinks some mouthfuls of +hypocras.</p> +<p>“‘You will presently,’ says he, addressing Philip, +‘see the States General, prelates, nobles, and burgesses: Orange +the Silent, Egmont the Vain, de Hornes the Unpopular, Brederode the +Lion; and also all those of the Fleece of Gold of whom I make you +sovereign. You will see there a hundred wearers of baubles, who would +all cut their noses off to have the privilege of hanging them from a +gold chain on their breasts, in token of higher nobility.’</p> +<p>“Then, changing his tone and full of sadness, His Sacred +Majesty saith to King Philip:</p> +<p>“‘Thou knowest, my son, that I am about to abdicate in +thy favour, to give the world a great spectacle and to speak in front +of a huge crowd, though hiccupping and coughing—for all my life I +have eaten over much, my son—and thy heart must be hard indeed, +if having heard me, thou dost not shed a few tears.’</p> +<p>“‘I shall weep, father,’ answers King Philip. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb151" href="#pb151" name= +"pb151">151</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Then His Sacred Majesty speaks to a valet called Dubois:</p> +<p>“‘Dubois,’ says he, ‘give me a piece of +Madeira sugar, I have a hiccup. If only it will not seize me when I +shall be speaking to all these people. Will that goose I had yesterday +never be done with! Should I drink a tankard of Orleans wine? No, it is +too harsh! Should I eat a few anchovies? They are very oily. Dubois, +give me some Romagna wine.’</p> +<p>“Dubois gives His Majesty what he asketh, then puts upon him a +gown of crimson velvet, wraps him in a gold cloak, girds on his sword, +puts into his hands the sceptre and the globe, and the crown upon his +head.</p> +<p>“Then His Sacred Majesty leaves the house in the Park, riding +on a low mule and followed by King Philip and many high personages. In +this fashion they go into a great building that they call a palace, and +there they find in a chamber a tall slender man, richly clad, whom they +call Orange.</p> +<p>“His Sacred Majesty speaks to this man and says to him: +‘Do I look well, cousin William?’</p> +<p>“But the man makes no answer, not a word.</p> +<p>“His Sacred Majesty then says to him, half laughing, half +angry:</p> +<p>“‘You will be dumb always, then, cousin, even to tell +the truth to old broken-down things? Ought I to reign still or to +abdicate, Silent One?’</p> +<p>“‘Sacred Majesty,’ replied the slender man, +‘when winter cometh the most vigorous oaks let their leaves +fall.’</p> +<p>“Three of the clock strikes.</p> +<p>“‘Silent One,’ says he, ‘lend me thy +shoulder, that I may lean on it.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb152" href="#pb152" name="pb152">152</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And he enters with him and with his retinue into a great +hall, takes his seat under a canopy and on a dais covered with silk or +crimson carpets. There are three seats on it: His Sacred Majesty takes +the middle one, more ornate than the others, and surmounted with an +imperial crown; King Philip sits on the second, and the third is for a +woman, who is doubtless a queen. To the right and to the left, seated +upon tapestried benches and cushioned, are men clad in red and wearing +a little gold sheep on their necks. Behind them are placed many persons +who are doubtless princes and lords. Over against them and at the foot +of the dais are seated, upon benches that have no cushions, men clad in +cloth. I hear them say that they are thus modestly seated and clad only +because they are themselves paying all their proper charges. All rose +up when His Sacred Majesty came in, but he soon sate him down and +signed to all to sit down likewise.</p> +<p>“An old man next speaks long about the gout, then the woman, +who seemeth to be a queen, hands His Sacred Majesty a roll of parchment +in which are written things which His Sacred Majesty reads out, +coughing, and in a voice low and indistinct, and speaking of himself +says:</p> +<p>“‘I have made many voyages in Spain, in Italy, in the +Low Countries, in England and in Africa, all for the glory of God, the +lustre of my arms, and the welfare of my peoples.’</p> +<p>“Then having spoken long, he says that he is broken and weary, +and fain to deliver the crown of Spain, the counties, duchies, +marquisates of these lands into his son’s hands.</p> +<p>“Then he weeps, and all weep with him. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb153" href="#pb153" name="pb153">153</a>]</span></p> +<p>“King Philip now rises, and falling upon his knees:</p> +<p>“‘Sacred Majesty,’ he says, ‘is it for me to +accept this crown at your hands when you are so capable of wearing it +still!’</p> +<p>“Then His Sacred Majesty whispered in his ear to speak +comfortably to the men seated upon the cushioned benches.</p> +<p>“King Philip, turning towards them, says to them in a harsh +tone and without rising:</p> +<p>“‘I understand French passing well, but not sufficiently +to speak to you in that tongue. Ye will hear what the Bishop of Arras, +Master Grandvelle, shall say to you on my behalf.’</p> +<p>“‘Thou sayest ill, my son,’ says His Sacred +Majesty.</p> +<p>“And indeed the assembly murmurs, seeing the young king so +arrogant and so haughty. The woman, who is the queen, speaks also to +make her eulogy, then comes the turn of an aged man of learning who, +when he has made an end, receives a sign from the hand of His Sacred +Majesty by way of thanks. These ceremonies and harangues being over, +His Sacred Majesty declares his subjects released from their oath of +fidelity, signs the acts drawn up to that end, and rising up from his +throne, sets his son therein. And everyone in the hall weeps. Then they +go back to the house in the Park.</p> +<p>“There, being once more in the green chamber, alone and all +doors fast shut, His Sacred Majesty laughs loud and long, and speaking +to King Philip who laughs not:</p> +<p>“‘Did you see,’ he says, speaking, hiccuping, and +laughing all together, ‘how little is needed to move these good +souls? What a deluge of tears! And that fat Maes who, when he finished +his long discourse, wept <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb154" href= +"#pb154" name="pb154">154</a>]</span>like a calf. You yourself seemed +touched, but not enough. These are the true spectacles the common folk +must have. My son, we men love our mistresses the more the more they +cost us. It is the same with peoples. The more we make them pay, the +more they love us. In Germany I tolerated the reformed faith that I +punished severely in the Low Countries. If the princes of Germany had +been catholic, I would have been Lutheran and confiscated their goods. +They believe in the reality of my zeal for the Roman faith and regret +to see me leave them. There have perished at my hands, in the Low +Countries and for heresy, fifty thousand of their most hardy men and +prettiest maids. I am departing, they lament. Without counting +confiscations, I have made them pay more than the Indies and Peru: they +are heartbroken at losing me. I have torn up the peace of Cadzand, +broken Ghent, suppressed everything that could come in my way; +liberties, franchises, privileges, everything is at the discretion of +the prince’s officers: these good souls think they are still free +because I allow them to shoot with the cross bow and carry the banners +of their guilds in procession. They felt my hand as master: put in a +cage, they find themselves comfortable there, they sing in it and weep +for me. My son, be to them as I have been: benign in words, harsh in +deeds; lick as long as there is no need to bite. Swear, swear always to +their liberties, franchises, and privileges, but if there be any peril +to yourself, destroy them all. They are iron if one touch them with a +faltering hand, glass if you brush them with a strong arm. Smite heresy +not because of its divergence from the Roman religion, but because in +these Low Countries it would destroy our authority; <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb155" href="#pb155" name= +"pb155">155</a>]</span>those that attack the Pope, who weareth a triple +crown, have speedily done with princes that have but one. Make it +treason, as I did liberty of conscience, entailing the confiscation of +goods, and you will inherit them as I did all my life, and when you +depart, to abdicate or to die, they will say:—’Oh! the good +prince!’ and they will weep.</p> +<p>“And I hear nothing more,” went on Nele, “for His +Sacred Majesty has lain down on a bed and is asleep, and King Philip, +arrogant and proud, looks upon him with no love.”</p> +<p>Having said so much, Nele was awakened by Katheline. And Claes, +pensive, looked at the flame on the hearth lightening up the chimney +place.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.59" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4112" class="main">LIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel, leaving the landgrave of Hesse, mounted +his ass and crossing the town square, met certain wrathful countenances +of lords and ladies, but he took no heed of them.</p> +<p>Soon he arrived on the lands of the Duke of Lunebourg, and there +fell in with a band of <i lang="nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i>, jolly +Flemings from Sluys who laid aside some money every Saturday so that +once a year they could go for a tour in Germany.</p> +<p>They were going on their way singing, in an open cart drawn by a +stout horse of Vuerne-Ambacht, that brought them gambolling by the +highways and marshy lands of the duchy of Lunebourg. Among them were +some that played the fife, the rebeck, the viol, and the bagpipe with a +mighty din. Beside the cart there walked at frequent intervals a +<i lang="nl">dikzak</i> playing on the <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb156" href="#pb156" name="pb156">156</a>]</span><i lang= +"nl">rommel-pot</i> and going afoot in the hope of melting off some of +his great belly.</p> +<p>As they were down to their last florin they saw Ulenspiegel come up +to them, laden with chiming coin, and went into an inn and paid for his +draught. Ulenspiegel gladly accepted. Seeing the while the <i lang= +"nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i> were winking as they looked at him and +smiling while they poured out his wine for him, he had wind of some +trick, went outside, and posted himself at the door to hear their talk. +He heard the <i lang="nl">dikzak</i> saying of him:</p> +<p>“This is the painter of the landgrave who gave him more than a +thousand florins for a picture. Let us feast him full with beer and +wine, he will pay us back twofold.”</p> +<p>“Amen,” said the others.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel went to fasten his ass all saddled a thousand paces away +at a farmer’s, gave two patards to a girl to take charge of it, +came back into the chamber of the inn and sat down at the <i lang= +"nl">Smaedelyke broeders’</i> table, without uttering a word. +They poured out wine for him and paid. Ulenspiegel rattled the +landgrave’s florins in his satchel, saying that he had just sold +his ass to a countryman for seventeen silver <i lang= +"nl">daelders</i>.</p> +<p>They travelled on, eating and drinking, playing the fife, the +bagpipe, and <i lang="nl">rommel-pot</i>, and picking up by the way the +goodwives they thought comely. In this way they begot foundling +children, and beyond all, Ulenspiegel, whose gossip later bore a son +which she named <i lang="nl">Eulenspiegelken</i>, which signifies, in +high German, little mirror and owl, and that because she did not +understand clearly the meaning of her casual man’s name, and also +perhaps in memory of the hour when <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb157" +href="#pb157" name="pb157">157</a>]</span>the child was made. And this +is the Eulenspiegelken wrongly said to have been born at Krittingen, in +the land of Saxony.</p> +<p>Drawn by their stout horse they went along a highway at the side of +which was a village and an inn with the sign <i lang="nl">In den +ketele</i>: “In the Kettle.” Thence issued a goodly savour +of fricassee.</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">dikzak</i> who played the <i lang= +"nl">rommel-pot</i> went to the <i lang="nl">baes</i> and said to him, +speaking of Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“That is the landgrave’s painter; he will pay for +all.”</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i>, perusing Ulenspiegel’s appearance, +which was excellent, and hearing the chink of florins and daelders, set +upon the table wherewith to eat and drink; Ulenspiegel did not shrink +from it. And ever and always jingled the crowns in his wallet. Many a +time, too, he had stuck his hand on his hat saying it covered his chief +treasure. The revels having lasted two days and one night, the <i lang= +"nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i> said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Let us be off from here and pay the bill.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered:</p> +<p>“When the rat is in the cheese, doth he ask to leave +it?”</p> +<p>“Nay,” said they.</p> +<p>“And when a man eats well and drinks well, does he seek out +the dust of the roads and the water from springs full of +leeches?”</p> +<p>“Nay, indeed,” said they.</p> +<p>“Well, then,” said Ulenspiegel, “let us stay here +as long as my florins and daelders serve us as funnels to pour into our +throats the drinks that bring us to laughter.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb158" href="#pb158" name="pb158">158</a>]</span></p> +<p>And he bade the host bring still more wine and more sausage.</p> +<p>While they drank and ate, Ulenspiegel said:</p> +<p>“’Tis I who pay, I am landgrave for the nonce. If my +wallet were empty, what would you do, comrades? You might take my soft +felt headgear and you might find it full of carolus, in the crown as +well as round the brim.”</p> +<p>“Let us feel,” cried they all with one accord. And +sighing they felt in it between their fingers large coins of the size +and dimensions of gold carolus. But one among them handled it so +lovingly that Ulenspiegel took it back, saying:</p> +<p>“Impetuous dairy man, you must learn to await the milking +hour.”</p> +<p>“Give me the half of your hat,” said the <i lang= +"nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i>.</p> +<p>“Nay,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I don’t want +you to have a madman’s brain, one half in the shade and the other +in the sun.”</p> +<p>Then giving his headgear over to the <i lang="nl">baes</i>:</p> +<p>“You,” said he, “do you keep it in any case, for +it is hot. For my part, I am going out to ease me.”</p> +<p>He went, and the host took charge of the hat.</p> +<p>Presently he left the inn, went to the peasant’s cottage, got +up upon his ass, and went off full speed along the road that leads to +Embden.</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i>, not seeing him come back, +said one to another:</p> +<p>“Has he gone? Who will pay the charges?”</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i>, seized with fear, cut open +Ulenspiegel’s hat with a knife. But instead of the carolus, he +found nothing in it between the felt and the lining but worthless +copper counters. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb159" href="#pb159" +name="pb159">159</a>]</span></p> +<p>Raging then against the <i lang="nl">Smaedelyke broeders</i> he said +to them:</p> +<p>“Brothers of roguery, ye shall not stir out of here save +leaving behind all your clothes except only your shirts.”</p> +<p>And they had every man to strip off his clothes to pay his shot.</p> +<p>In this fashion they went in their shirts over hill and dale, for +they would by no means sell their horse nor their cart.</p> +<p>And all that beheld them in so pitiable a plight, gave them freely +bread to eat, beer, and sometimes meat; for everywhere they told the +tale how they had been despoiled by robbers.</p> +<p>And among the lot they had but one pair of breeches.</p> +<p>And thus they came back to Sluys in their shirts, dancing in their +cart and playing the <i lang="nl">rommel-pot</i>.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.60" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4266" class="main">LX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Meanwhile Ulenspiegel bestrode the back of Jef through +the lands and the marshes of the Duke of Lunebourg. The Flemings call +this duke <i lang="nl">Water-Signorke</i> because it is always damp in +his country.</p> +<p>Jef obeyed Ulenspiegel like a dog, drank <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>, +danced better than a Hungarian master of arts in posturing, pretended +to be dead and lay down on his back at the least signal.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel knew that the Duke of Lunebourg, annoyed and angry at +Ulenspiegel’s making a mock of him at Darmstadt before the +landgrave of Hesse, had forbidden him to set foot on his territories on +pain of the halter. Suddenly he saw His Ducal Highness in person, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb160" href="#pb160" name= +"pb160">160</a>]</span>and as he knew it was a hasty and violent +Highness, he was seized with fright. Speaking to his ass:</p> +<p>“Jef,” said he, “here is Monseigneur of Lunebourg +coming. I feel a sore itch of rope on my neck; but may it not be the +hangman that will scratch me for it. Jef, I would gladly be scratched, +but not hanged. Think that we are brothers in distress and long ears; +think, too, what a good friend you would lose if you lost +me.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel wiped his eyes, and Jef began to bray.</p> +<p>Continuing his discourse:</p> +<p>“We live together in mirth,” said Ulenspiegel to him, +“or in moan, according to circumstances; do you remember, +Jef?...” The ass continued to bray, for he was hungry.</p> +<p>“And you will never be able to forget me,” said his +master, “for what friendship is strong but that which laughs with +the same joy and weeps with the same distress! Jef, you must get down +on your back.”</p> +<p>The gentle ass obeyed, and was seen by the duke with all four hoofs +in the air. Ulenspiegel quickly took seat on his belly. The duke came +to him.</p> +<p>“What dost thou here?” said he, “knowest thou not +that in my last edict I forbade thee under pain of the rope to set thy +dusty foot on my territory?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“Gracious lord, have compassion upon me!”</p> +<p>Then showing his ass:</p> +<p>“You know full well,” said he, “that by law and by +justice, he is always free that dwelleth between his own four +posts.”</p> +<p>The duke answered:</p> +<p>“Be off from out my territories, else thou shalt die.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb161" href="#pb161" name= +"pb161">161</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Monseigneur,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I should be +off from them so swiftly mounted on a florin or two!”</p> +<p>“Rogue,” said the duke, “wilt thou, not satisfied +with thy disobedience, ask money of me to boot?”</p> +<p>“Needs must indeed, Monseigneur, I cannot take it from +you....”</p> +<p>The duke gave him a florin.</p> +<p>Then said Ulenspiegel, speaking to his ass:</p> +<p>“Up, Jef, and salute Monseigneur.”</p> +<p>The ass got up and began to bray again. Then both of them took +themselves off.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.61" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4326" class="main">LXI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Soetkin and Nele were seated at one of the windows of +the cottage and looked into the street.</p> +<p>Soetkin said to Nele:</p> +<p>“Dearest, see you not my boy Ulenspiegel coming?”</p> +<p>“No,” said Nele, “we shall never see him again, +the naughty vagabond.”</p> +<p>“Nele,” said Soetkin, “you must not be angry with +him but sorry for him, for he is away from his home, poor +fellow.”</p> +<p>“I know full well,” said Nele, “he hath another +house far from here, richer than his own, where some beauteous dame +doubtless gives him lodging.”</p> +<p>“That would be good luck indeed for him,” said Soetkin; +“mayhap there he feedeth upon ortolans.”</p> +<p>“Why do they not give him stones to eat: speedily would he be +here then, the glutton!” said Nele.</p> +<p>Then Soetkin laughed and said:</p> +<p>“Whence doth it arise then, dearest, all this big +anger?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb162" href="#pb162" name= +"pb162">162</a>]</span></p> +<p>But Claes, who, all pensive, too, was binding faggots in a +corner.</p> +<p>“Do you not see,” said he, “that she is infatuate +for him?”</p> +<p>“Lo you,” said Soetkin, “the crafty cunning thing +that never murmured word of it! Is it so, dearest, that you long for +him?”</p> +<p>“Never believe it,” said Nele.</p> +<p>“You will have there,” said Claes, “a stout +husband with a big mouth, a hollow belly, and a long tongue, turning +florins into liards and never a half-penny for his work, always loafing +about and measuring the highways with the ell wand of +vagabondage.”</p> +<p>But Nele replied, all red and cross:</p> +<p>“Why did you not make something different of him?”</p> +<p>“There,” said Soetkin, “now she is weeping; hold +your tongue, husband.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.62" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4367" class="main">LXII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel upon a day came to Nuremberg and gave +himself out for a great physician, the conqueror of sickness, a most +illustrious purger, renowned queller of fevers, celebrated scavenger of +plagues, and scourge invincible of the itch and mange.</p> +<p>There were in the hospital so many sick that they could not know +where to put them. The master hospitaller hearing of +Ulenspiegel’s coming, came to see him and inquired if it was true +that he could heal all diseases.</p> +<p>“Except the last sickness,” replied Ulenspiegel; +“but promise me two hundred florins for the cure of all the +others, and I will not accept a liard till all <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb163" href="#pb163" name="pb163">163</a>]</span>your +sick confess themselves cured and leave the hospital.”</p> +<p>On the morrow he came to the said hospital with a confident look and +carrying his phiz solemnly and doctorally. Once within the wards, he +took each sick man separately and said:</p> +<p>“Swear,” quoth he, “not to confide to any what I +am about to tell thee in thine ear. What is thy malady?”</p> +<p>The sick man would tell him, and swear by his almighty God to hold +his tongue.</p> +<p>“Know,” said Ulenspiegel, “that I mean to reduce +one of you to powder by means of fire, that of this dust or powder I +shall concoct a marvellous mixture and give it to all the sick to +drink. The one that cannot walk shall be burned. To-morrow I shall come +here and standing in the street with the master hospitaller, I shall +summon you all crying, ‘Let him that is not sick take up his duds +and come!’”</p> +<p>In the morning, Ulenspiegel came and called out as he had said. All +the sick, the lame, the rheumy, the coughing, the fever stricken, would +fain come out together. All were in the street, even some that for ten +years had not left their bed.</p> +<p>The master hospitaller asked them if they were cured and could +walk.</p> +<p>“Aye,” replied they, imagining that one of them was +burning in the courtyard.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel then said to the master hospitaller:</p> +<p>“Pay me, since they are all outside, and declare themselves +cured.”</p> +<p>The master paid him two hundred florins. And Ulenspiegel departed. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb164" href="#pb164" name= +"pb164">164</a>]</span></p> +<p>But on the second day the master beheld his sick folk coming back in +a worse state than before, save one who, being cured in the open air, +was found drunk and singing through the streets: “Noel to the +great physician Ulenspiegel!”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.63" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4403" class="main">LXIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The two hundred florins having gone their light ways +Ulenspiegel came to Vienne where he hired himself to a wheelwright who +continually scolded his workmen because they did not blow the bellows +of his forge strongly enough:</p> +<p>“Keep time,” he would be crying always, “follow +with the bellows.<a id="xd20e4409" name="xd20e4409"></a>”</p> +<p>One day when the <i lang="nl">baes</i> went into the garden +Ulenspiegel took down the bellows, carried it off on his shoulders, and +followed his master. The latter being astonished to see him so +strangely burthened, Ulenspiegel said to him:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, you ordered me to follow with the +bellows, where am I to put this one while I go and fetch the +other.”</p> +<p>“Dear lad,” said the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, “I did +not say that; go and put the bellows back in its place.”</p> +<p>However, he studied how to pay him out for this trick. Thenceforward +he rose every day at midnight, awoke his men and made them work.</p> +<p>Then men said to him:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, why do you wake us up in the middle of +the night?”</p> +<p>“’Tis a custom of mine,” replied the <i lang= +"nl">baes</i>, “not to allow my workmen to stay more than half +the night in a bed for the first seven days.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb165" href="#pb165" name="pb165">165</a>]</span></p> +<p>The following night he awaked his men at midnight again. +Ulenspiegel, who slept in the garret, took his bed on his back and thus +laden came down into the forge.</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i> said to him:</p> +<p>“Are you mad? Why do you not leave your bed in its +place?”</p> +<p>“’Tis a custom I have,” answered Ulenspiegel, +“to spend for the first seven days half the night on top of my +bed and the other half under it.”</p> +<p>“Well, for me, it is a second custom I have to throw into the +street my impudent workmen with leave to pass the first week above the +pavement and the second below it.”</p> +<p>“In your cellar, <i lang="nl">baes</i>, if you please, beside +the casks of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.64" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4464" class="main">LXIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Having left the wheelwright and gone back to Flanders, +he must hire himself as apprentice to a shoemaker who liked better to +stay in the streets than to wield the awl in his workshop. Ulenspiegel, +seeing him for the hundredth time ready to go abroad, asked him how he +must cut the leather for vamps.</p> +<p>“Cut it,” replied the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, “for +big feet and average feet, so that all that lead big cattle and little +cattle may get into them handily.”</p> +<p>“So shall it be, <i lang="nl">baes</i>,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>When the shoemaker had gone out, Ulenspiegel cut out vamps only good +to make shoes for fillies, asses, <span class="corr" id="xd20e4480" +title="Source: hiefers">heifers</span>, sows, and ewes. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb166" href="#pb166" name="pb166">166</a>]</span></p> +<p>Coming back to his workshop, the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, seeing his +leather in pieces:</p> +<p>“What have you done there, good-for-nothing botcher?” +said he.</p> +<p>“What you bade me,” Ulenspiegel made answer.</p> +<p>“I bade you,” replied the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, +“cut me shoes in which might be put handily everything that leads +oxen, swine, and sheep, and you make me shoes for the feet of the +beasts.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Baes</i>, what leads the boar but the sow, the +donkey but the ass, the bull but the heifer, the ram but the ewe, in +the season when all the beasts are in love?”</p> +<p>Then he went away, and must needs remain outside.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.65" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4509" class="main">LXV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">At this time ’twas April, the air had been soft +and sweet, then it froze hard and the sky was gray as on All +Souls’ Day. The third year of Ulenspiegel’s banishment had +long since run out and Nele awaited her friend from day to day. +“Alas!” said she, “it will snow on the pear trees, on +the flowering jasmine, on all the poor plants unfolded confidingly in +the genial warmth of an untimely springtide. Already the little flakes +are falling from the sky upon the roadways. And it snoweth, too, upon +my poor heart.</p> +<p>“Where are the bright rays playing on bright faces, on the +roofs they made still redder than their wont, on the window panes they +caused to flame? Where are they, warming earth and sky, bird and +insect? Alas! now night and day I am chilled to the bone with +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb167" href="#pb167" name= +"pb167">167</a>]</span>sadness and my long waiting. Where art thou, +Ulenspiegel, my dear?”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.66" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4518" class="main">LXVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel, drawing near Renaix in Flanders, was +hungry and thirsty, but he would by no means complain, and endeavoured +to make folk laugh so they might give him bread. But he laughed not +over well, and they passed him by and gave him nothing.</p> +<p>It was cold: turn and turn about it snowed, rained, and hailed on +the back of the wanderer. If he passed through the villages, the water +came in his mouth only to see a dog gnawing a bone in the angle of a +wall. Fain and fain would he have earned a florin, but had no idea how +the florin could fall into his pouch.</p> +<p>Looking up, he saw the pigeons that from the roof of the dove cote +dropped white pieces on the highway, but they were not florins. He +searched on the ground along the causeways, but florins do not bloom +among the paving stones.</p> +<p>Looking to the right hand he saw a rascal cloud that moved onward +into the sky, like a great watering pot, but he knew that if aught were +to fall from this cloud it would not be a plump of florins. Looking to +the left hand he saw a great idle horse-chestnut tree, living and doing +nothing: “Ah!” he said to himself, “why are there no +florin trees? They would be splendid trees, indeed!”</p> +<p>Suddenly the big cloud burst asunder, and the hailstones fell thick +like pebbles on Ulenspiegel’s back. “Alas,” said he, +“I feel it sure enough, stones are never thrown but at wandering +dogs.” Then starting to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb168" +href="#pb168" name="pb168">168</a>]</span>run: “It is not my +fault,” said he to himself, “if I have not a palace nor +even a tent to shelter my poor thin body. Ah! the cruel hailstones: +they are hard as cannon shot. No, it is not my fault if I trail my +wretched tatters about the world, it is only that such was my good +pleasure. Why am I not emperor? These hailstones would fain force +themselves into my ears like ill words.” And he was still +running:—“Poor nose,” he added, “you will soon +be pierced through and through like fretwork, and mayst serve as a +pepperpot at the feasts of the great folk of this world on whom it +never hails.” Then wiping his cheeks:—“These,” +said he, “would do well for ladles for cooks that are too hot at +their ovens. Ah! far-off memory of the sauces of long ago. I am hungry. +Empty belly, complain not; sad entrails, grumble no more. Where dost +thou hide, propitious fortune? take me to the place where the pasture +is.”</p> +<p>While he talked thus with himself, the sky cleared and grew bright +with a strong sun, the hail ceased, and Ulenspiegel said: “Good +morrow, sun, my one friend, that comest to dry me!”</p> +<p>But he still kept on running, being cold. Suddenly from afar he saw +coming along the road a black-and-white dog running straight before +him, tongue hanging out and the eyes bolting from his head.</p> +<p>“This brute,” said Ulenspiegel, “has the madness +in his belly!” He hastily picked up a big stone and climbed upon +a tree; as he reached the first bough, the dog passed and Ulenspiegel +launched the stone upon his skull. The dog stopped, and wretchedly and +stiffly tried to get up the tree and bite Ulenspiegel, but he could +not, and fell back to die. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb169" href= +"#pb169" name="pb169">169</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was nowise glad at this, and still less when, coming +down from the tree, he perceived that the dog’s mouth was not dry +and parched as is usual when these animals are smitten with the +hydrophobia. Then studying his skin, he saw it was fine and good to +sell, stripped him of it, washed it, hung it on his staff, let it dry a +little in the sun, and then put it away in his satchel.</p> +<p>Hunger and thirst tormented him more and more, and he went into many +farmhouses, not daring to offer his skin for sale, for fear that it +might have belonged to one of the farmers’ dogs. He asked for +bread, and was refused it. Night came on. His limbs were weary, he went +into a little inn. There he beheld an ancient <i lang="nl">baesine</i> +caressing a wheezy old dog whose skin was like a dead man’s.</p> +<p>“Whence comest thou, traveller?” asked the aged <i lang= +"nl">baesine</i>.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel made answer:</p> +<p>“I come from Rome, where I healed the Pope’s dog of a +sorry rheum that grieved him sore.”</p> +<p>“Then thou hast seen the Pope?” said she to him, drawing +him a glass of beer.</p> +<p>“Alas!” said Ulenspiegel, emptying the glass, “I +have but been permitted to kiss his holy foot and his holy +slipper.”</p> +<p>All this while the <i lang="nl">baesine’s</i> old dog was +coughing, but without spitting.</p> +<p>“When didst thou do this?” asked the old woman.</p> +<p>“The month before the last,” answered Ulenspiegel, +“I arrived, being looked for, and knocked at the door. ‘Who +is there?’ asked the chamberlain arch-cardinal, arch-privy, +arch-extraordinary to His Most <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb170" +href="#pb170" name="pb170">170</a>]</span>Holy Holiness.’ +‘’Tis I,’ I answered, ‘Monseigneur Cardinal, +come from Flanders expressly to kiss the Pope’s foot and heal his +dog of his rheum.’ ‘Ah! ’tis thou, +Ulenspiegel?’ said the Pope, speaking from the other side of a +little door. ‘I would rejoice to see thee, but that is a thing +for the moment impossible. I am forbidden by the Holy Decretals to +display my face to strangers when the holy razor is being passed over +it.’ ‘Alas!’ said I, ‘I am an unfortunate man, +I that am come from a land so far to kiss Your Holiness his foot and +cure his dog of the rheum. Must I indeed return without being +satisfied?<span class="corr" id="xd20e4571" title= +"Not in source">’</span> ‘Nay,’ said the Holy Father; +and then I heard him call. ‘Arch-chamberlain, roll my chair as +far as the door, and open the little wicket at the foot of the +door.’ The which was done. And I beheld thrust through the wicket +a foot shod with a golden slipper, and I heard a voice, speaking like a +peal of thunder, saying: ‘This is the redoubtable foot of the +Prince of Princes, King of Kings, Emperor of Emperors. Kiss it, +Christian man, kiss the holy slipper.’ And I kissed the holy +slipper, and my nose was sweetly filled with the celestial perfume that +was exhaled from that foot. Then the wicket was shut again, and the +same formidable voice bade me to wait. The wicket opened once more, and +from it there issued, with all due respect, an animal bereft of its +hair, blear-eyed, coughing, swollen like a wine skin and forced to walk +with its legs straddling by reason of the hugeness of its belly.</p> +<p>“The Holy Father deigned to address me again: +‘Ulenspiegel,’ said he, ‘thou dost look upon my dog; +he was seized with a rheum and other maladies through gnawing the bones +of heretics that had been broken <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb171" +href="#pb171" name="pb171">171</a>]</span>for them. Cure him, my son; +thou wilt have much good thereby.’”</p> +<p>“Drink,” said the old woman.</p> +<p>“Pour out,” answered Ulenspiegel. Continuing his tale: +“I purged the dog,” said he, “by the aid of a +wonder-working draught concocted by myself. He made water through this +for three days and three nights without ceasing, and was +cured.”</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Jesus God en Maria!</i>” said the old +woman; “let me kiss thee, glorious pilgrim, who hast seen the +Pope and mayst also cure my dog.”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, recking little of the old woman’s kisses, +said to her: “Those who have touched with their lips the holy +slipper may not within a space of two years receive the kisses of any +woman. First give me for supper some goodly carbonadoes, a black +pudding or so, and a sufficiency of beer, and I shall make your +dog’s voice so clear that he will be able to chant the +<i>aves</i> in <i>e la</i> in the rood-loft of the great +church.”</p> +<p>“May it be true what thou sayest,” whined the old woman, +“and I shall give thee a florin.”</p> +<p>“I shall accomplish it,” said Ulenspiegel, “but +only after supper.”</p> +<p>She served him all he had asked for. He ate and drank his fill, and +he would even have embraced the old woman for gratitude of his jaw, had +it not been for what he had said to her.</p> +<p>While he was eating, the old dog put his paws on his knee to have a +bone. Ulenspiegel gave him several; then he said to his hostess:</p> +<p>“If a man had eaten in your inn and not paid, what would you +do?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb172" href="#pb172" name= +"pb172">172</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I would have his best garment off that robber,” +answered the old woman.</p> +<p>“’Tis well,” replied Ulenspiegel; then he took the +dog under his arm and went into the stable. There he shut him up along +with a bone, took the dead dog’s skin out of his satchel, and +coming back to the old woman, he asked her if she had said she would +have his best garment off the man who would refuse to pay for his +meal.</p> +<p>“Well, then, your dog dined with me and did not pay: so I +have, following your own rede, taken his best and his only +coat.”</p> +<p>And he showed her the skin of the dead dog.</p> +<p>“Ah!” said the old woman, weeping, “it is cruel of +thee, master doctor. Poor old dog! he was my child to me, a poor widow. +Why didst thou take from me the only friend I had in the world? I have +no more now to do but to die.”</p> +<p>“I will bring him to life again,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Bring him to life!” said she. “And he will fawn +on me again, and he will look at me again, and he will lick me again, +and he will wag his poor old stump of a tail again when he looks at me! +Do this, master doctor, and thou shalt have dined here gratis, a most +costly dinner, and I shall give thee a florin still over and above the +bargain.”</p> +<p>“I will bring him to life again,” said Ulenspiegel; +“but I must have hot water, syrup to glue the seams together, a +needle and thread and sauce from the carbonadoes; and I would be alone +during the operation.”</p> +<p>The old woman gave him what he asked for; he took up the skin of the +dead dog and went off to the stable. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb173" href="#pb173" name="pb173">173</a>]</span></p> +<p>There he smeared the old dog’s muzzle with sauce, and the +brute submitted to it with delight; he drew a great stripe of syrup +under his belly, put syrup on his paws and sauce on his tail.</p> +<p>Then crying out loudly three times, he said: “<i lang= +"nl">Staet op! staet op! <span class="corr" id="xd20e4633" title= +"Source: ik’t bevel">ik bevel ’t</span>, vuilen +hond!</i>”</p> +<p>And then lightly putting the dead dog’s skin in his satchel he +fetched the living dog a great kick and so pitched him into the inn +chamber.</p> +<p>The old woman, seeing her dog alive and licking himself, was eager +to embrace him; but Ulenspiegel did not permit this.</p> +<p>“You may not,” said he, “caress this dog until he +has washed off with his tongue all the syrup with which he is anointed; +only then will the seams in the skin be closed up. Count out to me now +my ten florins.”</p> +<p>“I said one,” answered the old woman.</p> +<p>“One for the operation, nine for the resurrection,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>She counted them out to him. Ulenspiegel went off, flinging into the +inn chamber the skin of the dead dog and saying:</p> +<p>“There, woman, keep his old skin: it will serve you to patch +up the new one when it will have holes in it.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.67" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4653" class="main">LXVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On that Sunday at Bruges was held the procession of +the Blessed Blood. Claes said to his wife and to Nele to go to see it +and that mayhap they might find Ulenspiegel in the town. As for +himself, said he, he would keep the cottage if the pilgrim should +perchance return thither. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb174" href= +"#pb174" name="pb174">174</a>]</span></p> +<p>The two women went off together; Claes, remaining at Damme, sate on +the doorstep and found the town very empty and deserted. He heard +nothing except the crystalline chime of some village bell, while from +Bruges there came to him by fits and starts the music of the carillons +and a great din of falconets and fireworks let off in honour of the +Blessed Blood.</p> +<p>Claes, looking pensively for Ulenspiegel along the roads, saw +nothing, only the sky pure and blue and cloudless, a few dogs lying +tongue out in the sun, bold sparrows bathing and twittering in the +dust, a cat spying after them, and the sunlight entering every house +like a friend and making the brass kettles and pewter tankards on every +dresser glisten and shine.</p> +<p>But Claes was downcast amid all this glee, and looking for his son +he sought to see him behind the gray mist along the meadows, to hear +him in the glad rustling of the leaves and the gay concert of the birds +in the trees. Suddenly he saw on the road from Maldeghem a man of great +stature, and knew it was not Ulenspiegel. He saw him pause at the edge +of a field of carrots and eat eagerly.</p> +<p>“There’s a man mightily an-hungered,” said +Claes.</p> +<p>Having lost sight of him for a moment, he saw him reappear at the +corner of the street of the Heron, and he recognized the messenger from +Josse who had brought him the seven hundred gold carolus. He went to +him in the highway and said:</p> +<p>“Come to my house.”</p> +<p>The man replied:</p> +<p>“Blessed are they that are kind to the wandering travelling +man.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb175" href="#pb175" name= +"pb175">175</a>]</span></p> +<p>On the outer sill of the cottage window there was crumbled bread +that Soetkin kept for the birds of the neighbourhood. Here they came in +the winter to find their food. The man caught up these crumbs and ate +them.</p> +<p>“You are hungry and thirsty,” said Claes.</p> +<p>The man replied:</p> +<p>“Since I was stripped by robbers a week past, I have lived +only on carrots from the fields and roots in the woods.”</p> +<p>“It is then,” said Claes, “time to indulge in +feasting. And here,” said he, opening the cupboard, “here +is a full bowlful of peas, eggs, black puddings, hams, sausage of +Ghent, <i lang="nl">waterzoey</i>: hotchpotch of fish. Below, in the +cellar, sleeps Louvain wine, made in the manner of the wines of +Burgundy, red and clear as a ruby; it asks but the awakening of +glasses. Come, now, let us put a faggot on the fire. Do you hear the +black puddings sizzling on the grid? ’Tis the song of good +feeding.”</p> +<p>Claes, turning them over, said to the man:</p> +<p>“Have you not seen my boy Ulenspiegel?”</p> +<p>“Nay,” he answered.</p> +<p>“Do you bring me any tidings of my brother Josse?” said +Claes, putting upon the table grilled puddings, an omelette of fat ham, +cheese, and great tankards, and red clear wine of Louvain sparkling in +the flasks.</p> +<p>The man replied:</p> +<p>“Thy brother Josse died upon the rack at Sippenaken, near Aix. +And that was for having borne arms, being a heretic, against the +Emperor.”</p> +<p>Claes was as one beside himself, and said, trembling in every limb, +for his wrath was extreme: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb176" href= +"#pb176" name="pb176">176</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Evil murderers! Josse! my poor brother!”</p> +<p>The man said then in no gentle tone:</p> +<p>“Our joys and our woes are not of this world.”</p> +<p>And he began to eat. Then he said:</p> +<p>“I gave thy brother help in his prison, passing myself off for +a countryman from Nieswiller, a relation of his. I have come hither +because he said to me: ‘If thou dost not die for the faith as I +do, go to my brother Claes; enjoin upon him to live in the Lord’s +peace, doing the works of mercy, rearing his son in secret in the law +of Christ. The money I gave him was taken from the poor and ignorant +people; let him use it to bring Thyl up in the knowledge of God and the +word.<span class="corr" id="xd20e4715" title= +"Not in source">’</span>”</p> +<p>Having said this, the messenger gave Claes the kiss of peace.</p> +<p>And Claes, lamenting:</p> +<p>“Died on the rack,” said he, “my poor +brother!”</p> +<p>And he could not recover himself out of his great sorrow. All the +same, as he saw that the man was thirsty and held out his glass, he +poured wine for him, but he ate and drank joylessly.</p> +<p>Soetkin and Nele were away during seven days; during this time the +messenger from Josse lived under Claes’s roof.</p> +<p>Every night they heard Katheline crying terribly in the cottage:</p> +<p>“The fire, the fire! Make a hole: the soul would fain +escape!”</p> +<p>And Claes would go to her, and calm her with soothing speech, then +come back into his own house.</p> +<p>At the end of seven days the man departed and <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb177" href="#pb177" name= +"pb177">177</a>]</span>would accept no more from Claes but two carolus +to feed and shelter him upon his way.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.68" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4740" class="main">LXVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Nele and Soetkin being come back from Bruges, Claes, +in his kitchen, seated on the floor after the fashion of tailors, was +putting buttons on an old pair of breeches. Nele was close by him +tarring on against the stork Titus Bibulus Schnouffius who, dashing at +the bird and retreating by turns, was yelping in the shrillest voice. +The stork standing on one foot, looking at him gravely and pensively, +withdrew her long neck into the feathers on her breast. Titus Bibulus +Schnouffius, seeing her so pacific, yelped more and more terribly. But +all of a sudden the bird, tired and sick of this music, lashed out her +bill like an arrow on the back of the dog, who fled yelling:</p> +<p>“Help, help!”</p> +<p>Claes laughed, Nele, too, and Soetkin never ceased looking into the +street, seeking if she could not see Ulenspiegel coming.</p> +<p>Suddenly she said:</p> +<p>“Here is the provost and four constables. It cannot surely be +us they want. There are two of them turning behind the +cottage.”</p> +<p>Claes lifted his nose from his task.</p> +<p>“And two that are stopping in front,” went on +Soetkin.</p> +<p>Claes got up.</p> +<p>“Who are they going to arrest in this street?” said she. +“Jesus God! my husband, they are coming in here.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb178" href="#pb178" name= +"pb178">178</a>]</span></p> +<p>Claes leaped from the kitchen into the garden, followed by Nele.</p> +<p>He said to her:</p> +<p>“Save the carolus, they are behind the +chimney-back.”</p> +<p>Nele understood, then seeing that he was making through the hedge, +that the constables seized him by the collar, that he was fighting to +get loose from them, she cried and wept:</p> +<p>“He is innocent! he is innocent! do not hurt Claes, my father! +Ulenspiegel, where art thou? Thou wouldst kill both of them!”</p> +<p>And she threw herself upon one of the constables and tore his face +with her nails. Then crying out “They will kill him!” she +fell down on the sward of the garden and rolled about on it, +distraught.</p> +<p>Katheline had come at the noise, and standing straight and +motionless, was contemplating the sight, saying as she shook her head +from side to side: “The fire! the fire! Make a hole! the soul +would fain escape!”</p> +<p>Soetkin saw nothing, and speaking to the constables that had come +into the cottage:</p> +<p>“Sirs, whom seek ye in our poor dwelling? If it is my son, he +is far away. Are your legs long ones?”</p> +<p>Saying so, she was full of mirth.</p> +<p>At this moment Nele, crying out for help, Soetkin ran into the +garden, saw her husband seized by the collar and struggling on the +highway close to the hedge.</p> +<p>“Strike!” she said. “Kill! Where art thou, +Ulenspiegel?”</p> +<p>And she would have gone to help her husband, but one of the +constables seized her round the body, not without peril.</p> +<p>Claes struggled and struck so hard that he might well <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb179" href="#pb179" name="pb179">179</a>]</span>have +escaped, if the two constables to whom Soetkin had spoken had not come +to the help of the two that were holding him.</p> +<p>They brought him with both his hands tied into the kitchen where +Soetkin and Nele were weeping and sobbing.</p> +<p>“Messire provost,” said Soetkin, “what hath my +poor man done then, that you should bind him thus with +ropes?”</p> +<p>“Heretic,” said one of the constables.</p> +<p>“Heretic?” returned Soetkin, “thou a heretic, +thou? These devils have lied.”</p> +<p>Claes answered:</p> +<p>“I place myself in God’s keeping.”</p> +<p>He went out; Nele and Soetkin followed him weeping and believing +that they also were to be brought before the judge. Men and women came +to them; when they knew that Claes was going thus bound because he was +suspect of heresy, they were so sore afraid that they went back into +their homes in haste, and shut all the doors behind them. Only a few +girls dared go to Claes and say to him:</p> +<p>“Whither goest thou thus bound, coal man?”</p> +<p>“To the grace of God, my girls,” he replied.</p> +<p>They brought him to the prison of the commune; Soetkin and Nele sat +down upon the threshold. Towards evening, Soetkin bade Nele leave her +and go to see if Ulenspiegel was not coming back.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.69" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4815" class="main">LXIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Soon the news ran abroad through the villages round +about that a man had been cast into prison for heresy <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb180" href="#pb180" name="pb180">180</a>]</span>and +that the inquisitor Titelman, the dean of Renaix, nicknamed the +Inquisitor Pitiless, would conduct the interrogatories. Ulenspiegel was +then living at Koolkerke, in the most private favours of a pretty +farmer, an amiable widow that denied him nothing that was hers. There +he was very well off, spoiled and caressed until the day when a +treacherous rival, the sheriff of the commune, lay in wait for him one +morning as he came out of the tavern and would fain have rubbed him +down with an oaken towel. But Ulenspiegel, to cool his anger, cast him +in a pond whence the sheriff crept out as best he could, green as a +toad and steeped full as a sponge.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel for this high feat, must leave Koolkerke and set off +with all speed towards Damme, fearing the sheriff’s +vengeance.</p> +<p>The evening was falling cool, Ulenspiegel ran swiftly; fain would he +have been at home already, in his mind’s eye he saw Nele sewing, +Soetkin preparing supper, Claes binding faggots, Schnouffius gnawing on +a bone and the stork knocking with her bill on the housewife’s +front to have some scraps of food.</p> +<p>A pedlar afoot said to him as he passed:</p> +<p>“Whither away in such hurry?”</p> +<p>“To Damme, to my own home,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The pedlar answered:</p> +<p>“The town is not safe now by reason of the folk of the +reformed faith that are being arrested there.”</p> +<p>And he went on his way.</p> +<p>Arrived before the inn of the <i lang="nl">Roode-Schildt</i>, +Ulenspiegel went in to drink a glass of <i lang="nl">dobbel-cuyt</i>. +The <i lang="nl">baes</i> said to him:</p> +<p>“Are not you the son of Claes?” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb181" href="#pb181" name="pb181">181</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I am,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Make haste, then,” said the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, +“for the ill hour has struck for your father.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel asked what he meant.</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i> replied that he would know all too +soon.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel continued to run.</p> +<p>As he was at the entrance to Damme, the dogs that were on the +doorsteps jumped out at his legs yelping and barking. The goodwives +came out at the noise and said to him, all talking at once:</p> +<p>“Whence come you?” “Have you news of your +father?” “Where is your mother?” “Is she with +him in prison, too?” “Alas! if only they do not burn +him!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel ran the harder.</p> +<p>He met Nele, who said to him:</p> +<p>“Thyl, do not go to your house: the town governors have put a +guard in it on behalf of His Majesty.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel stopped.</p> +<p>“Nele,” said he, “is it true that my father Claes +is in prison?”</p> +<p>“Yea,” said Nele, “and Soetkin weeps on the +threshold.”</p> +<p>Then the heart of the prodigal son was swollen with anguish and he +said to Nele:</p> +<p>“I am going to see them.”</p> +<p>“That is not what you should do,” said she, “but +you should obey Claes instead, who said to me before he was taken: +‘save the carolus, they are behind the chimney-back.’ They +are what you must save first and foremost, for it is the inheritance of +Soetkin, the poor woman.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, listening no whit, ran to the gaol. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb182" href="#pb182" name= +"pb182">182</a>]</span>There he saw Soetkin seated on the threshold; +she embraced him with tears, and they wept together.</p> +<p>The people assembling, because of these two, in a crowd in front of +the gaol, the constables came and told Ulenspiegel and Soetkin that +they were to be off out of that and at the speediest possible.</p> +<p>Mother and son went away to Nele’s cottage, next door to their +own home, before which they saw one of the lansquenet troopers summoned +from Bruges through fear of the troubles that might arise during the +trial and during the execution. For the folk of Damme loved Claes +greatly.</p> +<p>The trooper was sitting on the pavement, before the door, busy +sucking the last drop of brandy out of a flask. Finding nothing more in +it, he flung it some paces away, and drawing his dagger, he amused +himself in digging up the paving stones.</p> +<p>Soetkin, all tears, entered Katheline’s house.</p> +<p>And Katheline shaking her head: “The fire! Make a hole, the +soul would fain escape,” said she.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.70" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4907" class="main">LXX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The bell that is called Borgstorm—the storm of +the burg—having summoned the judges to the tribunal, they met in +the <i lang="nl">Vierschare</i>, at the stroke of four, about the +linden tree of judgment.</p> +<p>Claes was brought before them and saw seated beneath the canopy the +bailiff of Damme, and beside him and opposite him the mayor, the +aldermen, and the clerk.</p> +<p>The people flocked up at the sound of the bell in great multitude. +Many said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb183" href="#pb183" name= +"pb183">183</a>]</span></p> +<p>“The judges are not there to do the works of justice, but of +imperial serfdom.”</p> +<p>The clerk announced that the tribunal having first met in the +<i lang="nl">Vierschare</i>, around the linden tree, had decided that, +considering the denunciations and testimonies before it, there had been +good ground for seizing the body of Claes, coal vendor, native of +Damme, husband of Soetkin, the daughter of Joostens. They would now, he +added, proceed to the hearing of the witnesses.</p> +<p>Hans Barbier, a neighbour of Claes, was the first heard. Having +taken the oath, he said: “Upon my soul’s salvation, I +affirm and asseverate that Claes, present before this court, has been +known to me for almost seventeen years, that he has always lived +honestly and decently, and according to the laws and rules of our holy +mother the Church, has never spoken opprobriously of her, nor to my +knowledge harboured any heretic, nor hidden Luther’s book, nor +spoken of the said book, nor done anything that could bring him into +suspicion of having transgressed the laws and regulations of the +empire. So help me God and all His saints.”</p> +<p>Jan Van Roosebekke was next heard, and said “that during the +absence of Soetkin, Claes’s wife, he had often thought he heard +in the accused man’s house the voices of two men, and that often +at night, after the curfew, he had seen in a small chamber beneath the +roof a light, and two men, one of them was Claes, conversing together. +As for saying whether the other man was heretic or no, he could not, +having only seen him at a distance. As for what concerns Claes,” +he added, “I will say, speaking in all truth, that since I have +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb184" href="#pb184" name= +"pb184">184</a>]</span>known him, he always kept his Easter regularly, +communicated on the principal feast days, went to mass every Sunday, +except that of the Blessed Blood and those following. And I know +nothing further but this. So help me God and all His saints.”</p> +<p>Questioned if he had not seen Claes in the tavern of the <i lang= +"nl">Blauwe Torre</i> selling indulgences and mocking at purgatory, Jan +Van Roosebekke replied that in fact Claes had sold indulgences, but +without contempt or mockery, and that he, Jan Van Roosebekke, had +bought even as also was fain to do Josse Grypstuiver, the dean of the +fishmongers, who was there present among the crowd.</p> +<p>Thereafter the bailiff said he would proclaim the actions and +conduct for the which Claes was brought before the court of the +<i lang="nl">Vierschare</i>.</p> +<p>“The informer,” said he, “having, as it happened, +remained at Damme, so as not to go to Bruges to spend his money in riot +and revelry, as is too often done at these holy times, was soberly +taking the air on his own doorstep. Being there he saw a man walking in +the street of the Heron. Claes, perceiving this man, went to him and +saluted him. The man was arrayed in black cloth. He went into +Claes’s house, and the door of the cottage was left ajar. Curious +to know what this man might be, the informer went into the porch, heard +Claes speaking in the kitchen with the stranger, of a certain Josse, +his brother, who having been taken prisoner among the reformed troops, +had been for this put to death on the rack not far from Aix. The +stranger said to Claes that the money he had received from his brother +being money gained through the ignorance of poor folk, he was to employ +it in bringing up <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb185" href="#pb185" +name="pb185">185</a>]</span>his son in the reformed religion. He had +enjoined Claes also to leave the bosom of our Mother Holy Church, and +uttered other impious words to which Claes made answer only with these +words: ‘Cruel murderers! my poor brother!’ And the accused +thus blasphemed against our Holy Father the Pope and his Royal Majesty, +accusing them of cruelty because they most justly punished heresy as a +crime, being treason divine and human. When the man had made an end of +eating, the informer heard Claes cry aloud: ‘Poor Josse, may God +have thee in His glory, they were cruel to thee!’ Thus he even +accused God of impiety, deeming that He may receive heretics into His +heaven. And Claes ceased not to say ‘My poor brother!’ The +stranger, then entering into frenzy like a preacher in his preaching, +cried: ‘She shall fall, great Babylon the Romish whore, and she +shall become the habitation of demons and the haunt of every obscene +bird!’ Claes said: ‘Cruel murderers! My poor +brother!’ The stranger, continuing his discourse, said: +‘For the angel will take up that stone which is as great as a +millstone. And it shall be cast into the sea, and he will say: +‘Thus great Babylon shall be cast out, and she shall no more be +found.’ ‘Messire,’ said Claes, ‘your mouth is +filled with anger, but tell me when shall come the reign when they that +are meek and lowly of heart shall be able to live in peace upon the +earth?’ ‘Never,’ replied the stranger, ‘so long +as Antichrist, which is the Pope and the enemy of truth, +reigneth.’ ‘Ah,’ said Claes, ‘you speak of our +Holy Father without respect. Assuredly he knoweth naught of the cruel +torments with which the poor reformers are punished.’ The +stranger made answer: ‘He is not ignorant of <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb186" href="#pb186" name= +"pb186">186</a>]</span>these, for it is he that issueth the edicts, +hath them enforced by the Emperor, now by the king, who hath the profit +of confiscations, inherits from the dead, and readily brings suit for +heresy against the rich.’ Claes replied: ‘These things are +told in the country of Flanders, I must needs believe them; man’s +flesh is weak, even when it is royal flesh. My poor Josse!’ And +Claes by this signified that it was through base desire of lucre that +His Majesty punished heresiarchs. The stranger, wishing to harangue +further, Claes replied: ‘Be so good, messire, as to hold no more +such discourses with me, for if they were overheard, they would stir up +some grievous suit against me.’</p> +<p>“Claes arose to go to the cellar and came up thence with a jug +of beer. ‘I will shut the door,’ said he then, and the +informer heard no more, for he must needs lightly leave the house. The +door that had been shut was nevertheless opened again at nightfall. The +stranger came out, but went back speedily and knocked at it saying: +‘Claes, I am cold, I have nowhere to lodge: give me shelter, no +one has seen me come in, the town is deserted and empty.’ Claes +received him in his house, lighted a lantern, and was seen preceding +the heretic, mounting the stairs and bringing the stranger underneath +the roof to a little chamber whose window looked towards the +country....”</p> +<p>“Who, then,” cried Claes, “who can have recounted +all if not thou, vile fishmonger, whom I saw on that Sunday upon thy +threshold, stiff as a post, hypocritically watching the swallows flying +through the air?”</p> +<p>And with his finger he pointed to Josse Grypstuiver, the dean of the +fishmongers, who showed his ugly face amid the crowd of the people. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb187" href="#pb187" name= +"pb187">187</a>]</span></p> +<p>The fishmonger smiled cruelly, seeing Claes betray himself in this +fashion. All the people, men, women, and girls, said one to the +other:</p> +<p>“The poor fellow, his words will past doubt cause his +death.”</p> +<p>But the clerk continued his announcement:</p> +<p>“The heretic and Claes,” said he, “conversed +together for long that night, and also during other nights, during +which the stranger could be seen making many gestures of threatening or +blessing, and lifting his arms to heaven as the manner is of his +fellows in heresy. Claes seemed to approve of his words.</p> +<p>“Certes, during these days, evenings and nights, they talked +opprobriously of the mass, of confession, of indulgences, and of His +Royal Majesty....”</p> +<p>“No man hath heard it,” said Claes, “and I cannot +be accused thus without proofs!”</p> +<p>The clerk continued:</p> +<p>“Another thing was heard. When the stranger came out from thy +house, on the seventh day at the tenth hour, the night being fallen +already, thou didst walk in the way with him as far as close to the +boundary of the field of Katheline. There he asked what thou hadst done +with the wicked idols”—and at that the bailiff crossed +himself—“of Madame Virgin, Master Saint Nicholas, and +Master Saint Martin. Thou didst answer that thou hadst broken them to +pieces and cast them into the well. And they were in fact found in thy +well last night, and the fragments are in the +torture-chamber.”</p> +<p>At this word Claes appeared overwhelmed. The bailiff asked him if he +had nothing to say in answer: Claes made a sign with his head to say +no. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb188" href="#pb188" name= +"pb188">188</a>]</span></p> +<p>The bailiff asked him if he did not wish to retract the evil thought +that had made him break up the images and the impious error that by +reason whereof he had uttered words opprobrious to His Divine Majesty +and His Royal Majesty.</p> +<p>Claes answered that his body was His Royal Majesty’s but that +his conscience was Christ’s, whose law he meant to follow. The +bailiff asked him if this law was that of our Mother Holy Church. Claes +made answer:</p> +<p>“It is contained in the holy Gospel.”</p> +<p>Called upon to answer the question whether the Pope is the +representative of God upon earth:</p> +<p>“No,” said he.</p> +<p>Asked if he believed it was forbidden to worship the images of +Madame the Virgin and Messieurs the Saints, he replied that it was +idolatry. Questioned on the point as to whether auricular confession be +a good and salutary thing, he replied:</p> +<p>“Christ said: ‘Confess yourselves one to +another’.”</p> +<p>He was valiant and stout in his answers, though he seemed sorely +troubled and affrighted at the bottom of his heart.</p> +<p>Eight o’clock having struck, and the night falling, the +members of the court withdrew, deferring till the morrow their final +judgment.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.71" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e4995" class="main">LXXI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In Katheline’s cottage Soetkin wept distraught +with anguish. And she said over and over again:</p> +<p>“My husband! my poor husband!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Nele embraced her with utmost <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb189" href="#pb189" name= +"pb189">189</a>]</span>tenderness. Then taking them into her arms she +wept in silence. And then she signed to them to leave her alone. Nele +said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Let us leave her there, it is her own wish: let us save the +carolus.”</p> +<p>They went away together; Katheline kept moving round Soetkin, +saying:</p> +<p>“Make a hole: the soul would fain escape!”</p> +<p>And Soetkin, with fixed eyes, looked at her without seeing her.</p> +<p>The cottages of Claes and Katheline touched, that of Claes set back +with a little garden in front, Katheline’s had a patch of ground +planted with beans giving upon the street. This patch was surrounded +with a green hedge in which Ulenspiegel to get to Nele’s and Nele +to get to Ulenspiegel’s, had made a big hole in their childish +days.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Nele came into this garden patch, and from there saw +the trooper who with head wagging spat into the air, but the spittle +fell back on his doublet. A wicker flask lay by his side:</p> +<p>“Nele,” said Ulenspiegel, in a whisper, “this +drunken trooper has not drunk out his thirst; he must drink more still. +We shall then be his master. Let us take his flask.”</p> +<p>At the sound of their voices, the lansquenet turned his heavy head +in their direction, hunted for his flask, and not finding it, he went +on spitting into the air and tried to see his spittle falling back in +the moonlight.</p> +<p>“He is full of brandy to the teeth,” said Ulenspiegel; +“do you hear how he can hardly spit?”</p> +<p>However, the trooper, having spit and stared in the air a long +while, put out his arm again to get his hand <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb190" href="#pb190" name="pb190">190</a>]</span>on +the flask. He found it, put his mouth to its neck, threw his head back, +turned the flagon upside down, tapped on it to make it give up all its +juice and sucked at it like a babe at its mother’s breast. +Finding nothing in it, he resigned himself, put the flask down beside +him, swore a little in high German, spat again, waggled his head to +right and left, and went to sleep muttering inarticulate and +unintelligible paternosters.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, knowing that this sleep would not last, and that it +must be thickened further, slipped through the hole in the hedge, took +the trooper’s flask, and gave it to Nele, who filled it with +brandy.</p> +<p>The trooper did not cease to snore; Ulenspiegel passed again through +the hole in the hedge and put the full flask between his legs, came +back into Katheline’s bean patch and waited behind the hedge with +Nele.</p> +<p>Because of the chill of the newly drawn liquor the trooper awoke a +little, and with his first movement sought what was making him cold +under the doublet.</p> +<p>Judging with drunken intuition that this might well be a full flask, +he put his hand to it. Ulenspiegel and Nele saw him, in the light of +the moon, shake the flask to hear the lap of the liquor, taste it, +laugh, marvel that it should be so full, drink a mouthful, then a good +gulp, put it down on the ground, take it up again and drink once +more.</p> +<p>Then he sang:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">When Seigneur Maan comes up the way</p> +<p class="line">To bid good e’en to lady Zee,</p> +</div> +<p class="first">To high Germans, dame Zee, which is the sea, is the +wife of Seigneur Maan, which is the moon and the master of women. And +so he sang: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb191" href="#pb191" name= +"pb191">191</a>]</span></p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">When Seigneur Maan comes up the way</p> +<p class="line">To bid good e’en to lady Zee,</p> +<p class="line">The lady Zee will straight purvey</p> +<p class="line">A cup of wine spiced daintily,</p> +<p class="line">When Seigneur Maan comes up the way.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">With him she then will sup that day</p> +<p class="line">And give of kisses a relay:</p> +<p class="line">And when he’s cleared the supper tray</p> +<p class="line">Within her bed to slumber lay</p> +<p class="line">When Seigneur Maan comes up the way.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line">Just so, my dear, provide for me,</p> +<p class="line">Good food and wine spiced daintily</p> +<p class="line">Just so, my dear, provide for me</p> +<p class="line">When Seigneur Maan comes up the way.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">Then drinking and singing a quatrain turn and turn +about, he went to sleep. And he could not hear Nele saying: “They +are in a pot behind the <span class="corr" id="xd20e5081" title= +"Source: chimney back">chimney-back</span>”; nor see Ulenspiegel +go through the stable into Claes’s kitchen, lift the slab of the +<span class="corr" id="xd20e5084" title= +"Source: chimney back">chimney-back</span>, find the pot and the +carolus, come back into Katheline’s garden, hide the carolus +there beside the well wall, knowing full well that if they were +searched for it would be inside and not outside.</p> +<p>Then they returned to Soetkin and found the sad wife weeping and +saying:</p> +<p>“My husband! My poor husband!”</p> +<p>Nele and Ulenspiegel watched by her until morning.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.72" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5094" class="main">LXXII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the morrow, the Borgstorm summoned with loud peals +the judges to the court of the <i lang="nl">Vierschare</i>.</p> +<p>When they were seated on the four benches, about the tree of +justice, they interrogated Claes afresh and asked him if he wished to +recant his errors. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb192" href="#pb192" +name="pb192">192</a>]</span></p> +<p>Claes raised his hand towards heaven:</p> +<p>“Christ, my Lord, seeth me from on high,” said he, +“I looked upon his sun when my boy Ulenspiegel was born. Where is +he now, the runagate? Soetkin, my gentle goodwife, wilt thou be brave +against ill fortune?”</p> +<p>Then looking at the linden tree, he said, cursing it:</p> +<p>“Storm winds and drought! make all the trees of the land of +our father die as they stand rather than see freedom of conscience +condemned to death under their shade. Where art thou, my son +Ulenspiegel? I was hard to thee. Messieurs, have pity upon me and judge +me as Our Compassionate Lord would judge me.”</p> +<p>All that heard him wept, save the judges.</p> +<p>Then he asked if there was no pardon for him, saying:</p> +<p>“I toiled all my days, earning but little; I was good to the +poor and comfortable to all men. I left the Romish Church to obey the +spirit of God that spoke to me. I ask for no other boon than to commute +the penalty of the fire into that of perpetual banishment for life from +the land of Flanders, a penalty already full grievous.”</p> +<p>All that were present cried aloud:</p> +<p>“Pity, sirs! Mercy!”</p> +<p>But Josse Grypstuiver did not cry with them.</p> +<p>The bailiff signed to the people there to be silent and said that +the edicts contained an express prohibition against asking mercy for +heretics; but that if Claes would abjure his error, he should be +executed by the rope instead of by fire.</p> +<p>And among the people ran the word:</p> +<p>“Fire or rope, it is death.”</p> +<p>And the women wept, and the men growled sullen and low. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb193" href="#pb193" name="pb193">193</a>]</span></p> +<p>Then said Claes:</p> +<p>“I will not abjure. Do with my body as your mercy +pleases.”</p> +<p>The dean of Renaix, Titelman, cried out:</p> +<p>“It is intolerable to see such heretic vermin lift up its head +before its judges; to burn their bodies is but a fleeting pain; we must +save their souls and force them by the torment to deny their errors, +that they may not give the people the dangerous spectacle of heretics +dying in final impenitence.”</p> +<p>At this word the women wept more and more and the men said:</p> +<p>“Where confession is made, there is penalty, but no +torture.”</p> +<p>The court decided that, torture not being laid down in the +Ordinances, there was no ground for making Claes undergo it. Once more +called upon to abjure he replied:</p> +<p>“I cannot.”</p> +<p>He was, in accordance with the edicts, declared guilty of simony, +because of the sale of the indulgences, a heretic, harbourer of +heretics, and as such, condemned to be burned alive until death ensued +before the doors of the Townhall.</p> +<p>His body would be left for two days’ space fastened to the +stake to serve as an example and warning, and thereafter interred in +that place where the bodies of executed criminals are wont to be +buried.</p> +<p>The court awarded to the informer, Josse Grypstuiver, who was not +named, fifty florins on the first hundred florins of the inheritance, +and a tenth part of the remainder.</p> +<p>Having heard this sentence, Claes said to the dean of the +fishmongers: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb194" href="#pb194" name= +"pb194">194</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Thou shalt come to an ill death and a bad end, thou man of +evil, who for wretched pelf dost make a widow of a happy wife, and an +unhappy orphan of a lighthearted son.”</p> +<p>The judges had allowed Claes to speak, for they also, all but +Titelman, held in scorn and loathing the informing of the dean of the +fishmongers.</p> +<p>The latter appeared all livid with shame and rage.</p> +<p>And Claes was taken back to gaol.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.73" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5169" class="main">LXXIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the morrow, which was the day before Claes was to +die, the sentence was made known to Nele, to Ulenspiegel, and to +Soetkin.</p> +<p>They asked the judges for permission to enter the prison, which was +granted, but not to Nele.</p> +<p>When they went in, they saw Claes fastened to the wall with a long +chain. A little wood fire was burning in the fireplace because of the +dampness. For it is ordained by law and justice, in Flanders, to be +indulgent with those that are to die, and to give them bread, meat or +cheese, and wine. But the greedy gaolers often violate the law, and +many of them eat the greater part and the best of the poor +prisoners’ food.</p> +<p>Claes embraced Ulenspiegel and Soetkin weeping, but he was the first +to dry his eyes, because such was his will, being a man and head of a +family.</p> +<p>Soetkin wept and Ulenspiegel said:</p> +<p>“I will break these cruel irons.”</p> +<p>Soetkin wept, saying:</p> +<p>“I will go to King Philip, he will grant pardon.”</p> +<p>Claes replied: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb195" href="#pb195" +name="pb195">195</a>]</span></p> +<p>“The king inherits the goods of the martyrs.” Then he +added: “Beloved wife and son, I am about to go sadly and +dolorously out of this world. If I have some fear of suffering for my +body, I am sore troubled also thinking that, when I am no more, ye will +both be poor and in need, for the king will take all your +goods.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered, speaking in a whisper:</p> +<p>“Nele saved all yesterday with me.”</p> +<p>“I am full glad of it,” replied Claes; “the +informer will not laugh over my spoils.”</p> +<p>“Rather let him die first,” said Soetkin, her eye full +of hate and without weeping.</p> +<p>But Claes, thinking of the carolus, said:</p> +<p>“Thou wast cunning, Thylken my dear boy; she will not be +hungry then in her old age, Soetkin my widow.”</p> +<p>And Claes embraced her, pressing her body tightly to his breast, and +she wept more, thinking that soon she must lose his sweet +protection.</p> +<p>Claes looked at Ulenspiegel and said:</p> +<p>“Son, thou didst often sin as thou didst run upon the +highways, as do wicked lads; thou must do so no more, my child, nor +leave the afflicted widow alone in her house, for thou owest her +protection and defence, thou the male.”</p> +<p>“Father, this I shall do,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“O my poor husband!” said Soetkin, embracing him. +“What great crime have we committed? We lived by us two +peaceably, an honest simple life, loving one another well, Lord God, +thou knowest it. We arose betimes to labour, and at night, giving thee +thanks, we ate our daily bread. I will go to the king and rend him with +my nails. Lord God, we were not guilty folk!” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb196" href="#pb196" name="pb196">196</a>]</span></p> +<p>But the gaoler came in and they must needs depart.</p> +<p>Soetkin begged to remain. Claes felt her poor face burn his own, and +Soetkin’s tears, falling in floods, wetting his cheeks, and all +her poor body shivering and trembling in his arms. He begged that she +might stay with him.</p> +<p>The gaoler said again that they must go, and took Soetkin from out +of Claes’s arms.</p> +<p>Claes said to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Watch over her.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said he would do this. Then he went away with Soetkin, +the son supporting the mother.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.74" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5231" class="main">LXXIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the morrow, which was the day of execution, the +neighbours came and in pity shut up Ulenspiegel, Soetkin, and Nele, in +Katheline’s house.</p> +<p>But they had not thought that they could hear from afar the cries of +the victim, and through the windows see the flame of the fire.</p> +<p>Katheline went roaming about the town, nodding her head and +saying:</p> +<p>“Make a hole, the soul would fain come forth!”</p> +<p>At nine o’clock Claes was brought out from the prison, in his +shirt, his hands bound behind his back. In accordance with the +sentence, the pyre was prepared in the street of Notre Dame around a +stake set up before the doors of the Townhall. The executioner and his +assistants had not yet made an end of piling up the wood.</p> +<p>Claes, in the midst of his gaolers, waited patiently till this task +was finished, while the provost, on horseback, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb197" href="#pb197" name="pb197">197</a>]</span>and +the liveried men of the bailiwick, and the nine lansquenets summoned +from Bruges, could barely keep within bounds of respect the people +growling and unruly.</p> +<p>All said, it was sheer cruelty to murder thus in his old age, +unjustly, a poor fellow so kind hearted, compassionate, and stout +hearted in toil.</p> +<p>Suddenly they all knelt down and prayed. The bells of Notre Dame +were tolling for the dead.</p> +<p>Katheline also was in the crowd of the common people, in the first +row, and all beside herself. Looking at Claes and the pyre, she said, +nodding her head:</p> +<p>“The fire! the fire! Make a hole; the soul would fain +escape!”</p> +<p>Soetkin and Nele, hearing the bells tolling, both crossed +themselves. But Ulenspiegel did not, saying that he would no longer +worship God after the fashion of murderers. And he ran about the +cottage, seeking to break down doors and to leap out through windows; +but all were guarded.</p> +<p>Suddenly Soetkin cried out, hiding her face in her apron:</p> +<p>“The smoke!”</p> +<p>The three afflicted ones saw indeed in the sky a great whirl of +smoke, all black. It was the smoke of the pyre on which was Claes bound +to a stake, and which the executioner had just set fire to in three +places in the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy +Ghost. Claes looked about him, and not perceiving Soetkin and +Ulenspiegel in the crowd, he was glad, thinking they would not behold +him suffering.</p> +<p>No other sound was to be heard but the voice of Claes praying, the +wood crackling, men growling, women <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb198" href="#pb198" name="pb198">198</a>]</span>weeping, Katheline +saying:—“Take away the fire, make a hole: the soul would +fain escape.”—and the bells of Notre Dame tolling for the +dead.</p> +<p>Suddenly Soetkin became white as snow, shuddered in all her body +without weeping, and pointed with her finger to the sky. A long narrow +flame had just spouted up from the pyre and rose at moments above the +roofs of the low houses. It was cruelly tormenting to Claes, for +according to the whims of the wind it gnawed at his legs, touched his +beard and made it frizzle and smoke, licked at his hair and burned +it.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel held Soetkin in his arms and would have dragged her away +from the window. They heard a piercing cry, it came from Claes whose +body was burning on one side only. But he held his tongue and wept, and +his breast was all wet with his tears.</p> +<p>Then Soetkin and Ulenspiegel heard a great noise of voices. This was +the citizens, women and children, crying out:</p> +<p>“Claes was not condemned to burn by a slow fire, but by a +great one. Executioner, make the pyre burn up!”</p> +<p>The executioner did so, but the fire did not catch quickly +enough.</p> +<p>“Strangle him,” they cried.</p> +<p>And they cast stones at the provost.</p> +<p>“The flame! The great flame!” cried Soetkin.</p> +<p>In very deed, a red flame climbed up the sky in the midst of the +smoke.</p> +<p>“He is about to die,” said the widow. “Lord God, +have pity upon the soul of the innocent. Where is the king, that I may +rip out his heart with my nails?”</p> +<p>The bells of Notre Dame were tolling for the dead. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb199" href="#pb199" name="pb199">199</a>]</span></p> +<p>Soetkin heard Claes again utter a loud cry, but she saw not his body +writhing from the torment of the flame, nor his face twisting, nor his +head that he turned every way and beat against the wood of the stake. +The people continued to cry out and to hiss; women and boys threw +stones, and all heard Claes saying, from the midst of the flame and the +smoke:</p> +<p>“Soetkin! Thyl!”</p> +<p>And his head fell forward on his breast like a head of lead.</p> +<p>And a lamentable shrill and piercing cry was heard coming from out +of Katheline’s cottage. Then none heard aught else, save the poor +witless woman nodding her head and saying: “The soul would fain +escape!”</p> +<p>Claes was dead. The pyre having burned out sank down at the foot of +the stake. And the poor body, all blackened, stayed on it hanging by +the neck.</p> +<p>And the bells of Notre Dame tolled for the dead.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.75" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5305" class="main">LXXV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Soetkin was in Katheline’s standing against the +wall, her head hanging low and her hands joined together. She was +holding Ulenspiegel in her embrace, neither speaking nor weeping.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel also remained silent; he was terrified to feel the fire +of fever with which his mother’s body burned.</p> +<p>The neighbours, being back from the place of execution, said that +Claes had ended his sufferings.</p> +<p>“He is in glory,” said the widow.</p> +<p>“Pray,” said Nele to Ulenspiegel: and she gave him her +rosary; but he would by no means make use of it, because, said he, the +beads had been blessed by the Pope. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb200" href="#pb200" name="pb200">200</a>]</span></p> +<p>Night having fallen, Ulenspiegel said to the widow: “Mother, +we must put you in bed: I shall watch beside you.”</p> +<p>But Soetkin: “I have no need,” said she, “that you +should watch; sleep is good for young men.”</p> +<p>Nele made ready a bed for each in the kitchen, then she went +away.</p> +<p>They stayed together as long as the remains of a fire of roots +burned in the chimney place.</p> +<p>Soetkin went to bed, Ulenspiegel likewise, and heard her weeping +beneath the coverlets.</p> +<p>Outside, in the silence of night, the wind made the trees by the +canal complain with a sound as of the sea, and, harbinger of autumn, +flung dust in whirlwinds against the cottage windows.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel saw as it might be a man coming and going; he heard as +it might be a sound of feet in the kitchen. Looking, he saw no man; +hearkening, he heard nothing now but the wind soughing in the chimney +and Soetkin weeping under her bedclothes.</p> +<p>Then he heard steps again, and behind him, at his head, a sigh.... +“Who is there?” he said.</p> +<p>None answered, but three knocks were given on the table. Ulenspiegel +grew afraid, and trembling: “Who is there?” he said again. +He received no answer but three knocks on the table and he felt two +arms clasp and strain him, and a body lean upon his face, a body whose +skin was wrinkled and that had a great hole in its breast and a smell +of burning:</p> +<p>“Father,” said Ulenspiegel, “is it thy poor body +that weighs thus upon me?”</p> +<p>He got no answer, and although the shade was beside him, he heard a +cry without: “Thyl! Thyl!” Suddenly <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb201" href="#pb201" name= +"pb201">201</a>]</span>Soetkin rose and came to Ulenspiegel’s +bed, “Dost thou hear naught?” said she.</p> +<p>“Aye,” said he, “the father calling on +me.”</p> +<p>“I,” said Soetkin, “I felt a cold body beside me +in my bed; and the mattresses moved, and the curtains were shaken and I +heard a voice saying: Soetkin; a voice low as a breath, and a step +light as the sound of a gnat’s wings.” Then speaking to +Claes’s spirit:—“Husband,” she said, “if +thou desirest aught in heaven where God keeps thee in his glory, thou +must tell us what it is, that we may carry out thy will.”</p> +<p>Suddenly a blast blew the door open impetuously, filling the chamber +with dust, and Ulenspiegel and Soetkin heard the far-off croakings of +ravens.</p> +<p>They went out together and came to the pyre.</p> +<p>The night was black, save when the clouds, driven away by the sharp +north wind and galloping like stags across the sky, left the face of +the moon clear and shining.</p> +<p>A constable of the commune was patrolling, keeping guard on the +pyre. Ulenspiegel and Soetkin heard the sound of his steps upon the +hard ground and the voice of a raven, doubtless calling others, for +from afar croakings answered him.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Soetkin having drawn near to the dead fire, the +raven alit upon Claes’s shoulder; they heard the blows of his +beak upon the body, and soon other ravens arrived.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel would have leaped upon the pyre and struck at the +ravens: the constable said to him:</p> +<p>“Wizard, seekest thou hands of glory? Know that the hands of +men burned do not render invisible, but only the hands of men hanged as +thou shalt be one day.”</p> +<p>“Messire Constable,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I am +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb202" href="#pb202" name= +"pb202">202</a>]</span>no wizard, but the orphaned son of him who is +there fastened, and this woman is his widow. We were but minded to kiss +him once again and to have a little of his ashes in memory of him. Give +us leave for this, messire, who art no trooper from a foreign country, +but a very son of this land.”</p> +<p>“Be it as thou wouldst,” replied the constable.</p> +<p>The orphan and the widow, going over the burnt wood, came to the +body; both kissed with tears the face of Claes.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel took from the place of the heart, where the flames had +made a great hole, a little of the dead man’s ashes. Then +kneeling, Soetkin and he prayed. When the dawn appeared pallid in the +heavens, they were both there still; but the constable drove them away +for fear of being punished because of his good-will.</p> +<p>Returning, Soetkin took a piece of red silk and a piece of black +silk; with these she made a sachet, and then put the ashes in it, and +to the sachet sewed two ribbands, so that Ulenspiegel could always wear +it on his neck. When she was putting the sachet in its place on him, +she said to him:</p> +<p>“Let these ashes, that are the heart of my man, this red that +is his blood, this black that is our mourning, be ever on thy breast, +like the fire of vengeance upon the murderers.”</p> +<p>“I would have it even so,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And the widow embraced the orphan, and the sun arose.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.76" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5382" class="main">LXXVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the morrow came the constables and criers of the +commune to Claes’s house to set all its plenishing in the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb203" href="#pb203" name= +"pb203">203</a>]</span>street and proceed to the sale by law appointed. +Soetkin from Katheline’s saw them bring down the brass and iron +cradle which from father to son had always been in the house of Claes +where the poor dead man had been born, where Ulenspiegel also had been +born. Then they brought down the bed where Soetkin had conceived her +son and where she had spent such good nights on her husband’s +shoulder. Then came, too, the cupboard where she put away her bread, +the press in which, in good times, meats were kept, pans, kettles, and +cooking pots no longer shining and scoured as in the good days of +happiness, but sullied with the dust of neglect. And they recalled to +her the family feasts when the neighbours used to come drawn to the +good savours.</p> +<p>Then came, too, a cask and a little cask of <i lang="nl">simpel</i> +and <i lang="nl">dobbel-cuyt</i>, and, in a basket, flasks of wine, of +which there were at least thirty; and all was set down upon the street, +down to the last nail the poor widow heard them dragging noisily out of +the walls.</p> +<p>Sitting, she looked on without uttering cry or complaint, and all +heartbroken, beholding these humble riches carried off. The crier +having lighted a candle, the things were sold by auction. The candle +was near its end when the dean of the fishmongers had bought all for a +miserable price to sell again; and he seemed to be as pleased as a +weasel sucking the brain of a hen.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said in his heart: “Thou shalt not laugh long, +murderer.”</p> +<p>The sale ended, meanwhile, and the constables who were searching +everywhere did not find the carolus. The fishmonger exclaimed:</p> +<p>“Ye search ill: I know that Claes had seven hundred six months +ago.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb204" href="#pb204" name= +"pb204">204</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said in his heart: “Thou shalt not be the heir to +them, murderer.”</p> +<p>Suddenly Soetkin turning towards him:</p> +<p>“The informer!” said she, showing him the +fishmonger.</p> +<p>“I know that,” said he.</p> +<p>“Would you suffer him,” said she, “to inherit from +the father’s blood?”</p> +<p>“Rather would I endure a whole day on the torture +bench,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Quoth Soetkin:</p> +<p>“I, too, but do not give me away for pity, whatever torment +you may see me enduring.”</p> +<p>“Alas! you are a woman,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Poor lad,” said she, “I brought you into the +world, and know how to suffer. But you, if I saw you....” Then +growing pale: “I will pray Madame the Virgin, who saw her son +upon the cross.”</p> +<p>And she wept, caressing Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And thus was made between them a pact of hate and force.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.77" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5431" class="main">LXXVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The fishmonger need pay only one half of the price of +his purchase, the other half serving to pay him the reward of his +informing, until they should have recovered the seven hundred carolus +that had impelled him to his villainy.</p> +<p>Soetkin spent the nights in weeping and the day in the tasks of +housekeeping. Often Ulenspiegel heard her talking all alone and +saying:</p> +<p>“If he inherits, I shall kill myself.”</p> +<p>Knowing that she would indeed do as she said, Nele <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb205" href="#pb205" name="pb205">205</a>]</span>and +he did all they could to get Soetkin to retire to Walcheren, where she +had kinsfolk. Soetkin would by no means do this, saying she had no need +to run away from the worms that would soon eat her widowed bones.</p> +<p>In the meanwhile, the fishmonger had gone afresh to the bailiff and +had told him that the defunct had inherited seven hundred carolus but a +few months before, that he was a niggardly man and living on little, +and therefore had not spent all that large amount, which was doubtless +hidden away in some corner.</p> +<p>The bailiff asked him what harm had Ulenspiegel and Soetkin done him +that having robbed one of a father and the other of her husband, he +still racked his wits to harass them cruelly.</p> +<p>The fishmonger replied that being a leading burgess of Damme, he +desired to have the laws of the empire respected and thus to deserve +His Majesty’s clemency.</p> +<p>Having said so much, he deposited in the bailiff’s hands a +written charge, and brought forward witnesses who, speaking in all +truth and sincerity, must certify reluctantly that the fishmonger was +no liar.</p> +<p>The members of the Chamber of Aldermen, having heard the testimony +of the witnesses, declared the indications of guilt sufficient to +warrant the application of torture. They sent, therefore, to have the +house thoroughly searched once again by sergeants who had full powers +to fetch the mother and the son to the town gaol, where they were +detained until the executioner should come from Bruges, whither they +sent to summon him immediately.</p> +<p>When Ulenspiegel and Soetkin passed along the street, their hands +tied behind them, the fishmonger <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb206" +href="#pb206" name="pb206">206</a>]</span>was posted on the threshold +of his house, to look at them.</p> +<p>And the citizens of Damme, men and women, were on the thresholds of +their houses also. Mathyssen, a near neighbour of the fishmonger, heard +Ulenspiegel say to the informer:</p> +<p>“God will curse thee, tormentor of widows!”</p> +<p>And Soetkin saying to him:</p> +<p>“Thou wilt come to an ill end, persecutor of +orphans!”</p> +<p>The folk of Damme having thus learned that it was upon a second +denunciation by Grypstuiver that the widow and the orphan were thus +being haled off to prison, hooted the fishmonger, and that night flung +stones through his windows. And his door was covered with filth.</p> +<p>And he no longer dared to leave his own house.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.78" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5471" class="main">LXXVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Towards ten o’clock in the forenoon Ulenspiegel +and Soetkin were brought into the torture chamber.</p> +<p>There were the bailiff, the clerk and the sheriffs, the executioner +from Bruges, his assistant and a barber surgeon.</p> +<p>The bailiff asked Soetkin if she was not holding back goods that +belonged to the Emperor. She replied that having nothing, she could +hold back nothing.</p> +<p>“And thou?” asked the bailiff, speaking to +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Seven months since,” said he, “we inherited seven +hundred carolus; some of these we ate. As for the others, I cannot tell +where they are; I think indeed that <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb207" href="#pb207" name="pb207">207</a>]</span>the traveller on foot +that stayed in our house, for our undoing, took the rest away, for I +have seen nothing since then.”</p> +<p>The bailiff asked again if both persisted in declaring themselves +innocent.</p> +<p>They answered that they were holding back nothing that belonged to +the Emperor.</p> +<p>The bailiff then said gravely and sadly:</p> +<p>“The charges against you being serious and the accusation well +sustained, you must needs, if you do not confess, undergo the +question.”</p> +<p>“Spare the widow,” said Ulenspiegel. “The +fishmonger has bought up everything.”</p> +<p>“Poor lad,” said Soetkin, “men cannot endure pain +as women can.”</p> +<p>Seeing Ulenspiegel pale as the dead because of her, she said +again:</p> +<p>“I have hate and force.”</p> +<p>“Spare the widow,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Take me in his stead,” said Soetkin.</p> +<p>The bailiff asked the executioner if he had in readiness the +implements and all things needful to discover the truth.</p> +<p>The executioner replied:</p> +<p>“They are all here.”</p> +<p>The judges, having consulted, decided that, in order to come at the +truth, they should begin with the woman.</p> +<p>“For,” said one of the sheriffs, “there is no son +so cruel or hard hearted as to see his mother suffer without making +confession of the crime and so to deliver her; the same will do any +mother, were she a tigress at heart, for her offspring.”</p> +<p>Speaking to the executioner, the bailiff said: <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb208" href="#pb208" name="pb208">208</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Make the woman sit in the chair and put the baguettes on her +hands and her feet.”</p> +<p>The executioner obeyed.</p> +<p>“Oh, do not do that, Messieurs Judges!” cried +Ulenspiegel. “Bind me in her place, break my fingers and my toes, +but spare the widow.”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger,” said Soetkin. “I have hate and +force.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel seemed livid pale, trembling, beside himself, and held +his peace.</p> +<p>The baguettes were little rods of boxwood, placed between each +finger and toe, touching the bone, and joined together with strings by +an instrument so craftily designed that the executioner could, at the +behest of the judge, squeeze all the fingers together, strip the bones +of their flesh, grind them terribly, or give the victim only a slight +pain.</p> +<p>He put the baguettes on Soetkin’s hands and feet.</p> +<p>“Tighten,” said the bailiff.</p> +<p>He did so cruelly.</p> +<p>Then the bailiff, addressing himself to Soetkin:</p> +<p>“Discover to me,” said he, “the place where the +carolus are hidden.”</p> +<p>“I do not know it,” she replied, groaning.</p> +<p>“Harder,” said he.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel twisted his arms that were bound behind his back to be +rid of the rope and so come to Soetkin’s aid.</p> +<p>“Do not tighten them, messieurs judges,” said he, +“do not tighten them, these be but woman’s bones, thin and +brittle. A bird could break them with its beak. Do not tighten them, +sirs—master executioner, I do not speak to you, for you must +needs be obedient <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb209" href="#pb209" +name="pb209">209</a>]</span>to these gentlemen’s orders. O do not +bid him tighten them; have pity!”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger,” said Soetkin.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel held his peace.</p> +<p>However, seeing that the executioner was locking the baguettes +tighter still, he cried out again:</p> +<p>“Pity, sirs!” he said. “Ye are breaking the +widow’s fingers that she needeth to work withal. Alas! her feet! +Will she never walk again now? Pity, sirs!”</p> +<p>“Thou shalt come to an ill end, fishmonger,” cried +Soetkin.</p> +<p>And the bones crackled and the blood from her feet fell in little +drops.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel looked at all this, and trembling with anguish and with +rage, he said:</p> +<p>“A woman’s bones, do not break them, sirs!”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger,” groaned Soetkin.</p> +<p>And her voice was low and stifled like the voice of a ghost.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel trembled and cried out:</p> +<p>“Master judges, her hands are bleeding and her feet, too. The +widow’s bones are broken, broken!”</p> +<p>The barber surgeon touched them with his finger, and Soetkin uttered +a loud scream.</p> +<p>“Confess for her,” said the bailiff to Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>But Soetkin looked at him with eyes like the eyes of the dead, wide +open and staring. And he knew he could not speak, and he wept and said +nothing.</p> +<p>But the bailiff said next:</p> +<p>“Since this woman is gifted with a man’s fortitude, we +must try her courage before the torments of her son.”</p> +<p>Soetkin heard nothing, for she had lost her senses by reason of the +great agony she had suffered. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb210" +href="#pb210" name="pb210">210</a>]</span></p> +<p>They brought her back to consciousness with much vinegar. Then +Ulenspiegel was stripped naked before the widow’s eyes. The +executioner shaved his head and his whole body, so as to spy that he +had no wicked spell on him. Then he perceived on his back the little +black mark he carried from his birth. He thrust a long needle into it +several times; but as the blood came, he decided that there was no +sorcery in the mark. At the bailiff’s order, the hands of +Ulenspiegel were tied with two cords running over a pulley fixed to the +roof so that the executioner at the judges’ pleasure could hoist +him up and let him drop with a brutal jerk; which he did nine times, +having first hung a weight of twenty-five pounds on each foot.</p> +<p>At the ninth time, the skin of his wrists and ankles tore, and the +bones of his legs began to come out of their sockets.</p> +<p>“Confess,” said the bailiff.</p> +<p>“No,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Soetkin looked at her son and could find no strength either to cry +out or to speak; only she stretched forth her arms, fluttering her +bleeding hands and showing thus that they must make an end of this +torment.</p> +<p>The executioner ran Ulenspiegel up and down yet again. And the skin +of his wrists and ankles was torn still more; and the bones of his legs +came out of their sockets further still; but he uttered no cry.</p> +<p>Soetkin wept and fluttered her bleeding hands.</p> +<p>“Confess the concealment,” said the bailiff, “and +you shall have pardon for it.”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger hath need of pardon,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wilt thou mock thy judges?” said one of the sheriffs. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb211" href="#pb211" name= +"pb211">211</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Mock? Alas!” replied Ulenspiegel, “I but feign to +mock, believe me.”</p> +<p>Soetkin then saw the executioner, who, at the bailiff’s order, +was blowing up a brazier of red coals, and an assistant who was +lighting two candles. She would fain have risen up on her murdered +feet, but fell back to a sitting posture, and exclaiming:</p> +<p>“Take away that fire!” she cried. “Ah! master +judges, spare his poor youth. Take away the fire!”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger!” cried Ulenspiegel, seeing her +weakening.</p> +<p>“Raise Ulenspiegel a foot above the ground,” said the +bailiff; “set the brazier underneath his feet and a candle under +either armpit.”</p> +<p>The executioner obeyed. What hair was left in his armpits crackled +and smoked in the flame.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel cried out, and Soetkin, weeping, said:</p> +<p>“Take the fire away!”</p> +<p>The bailiff said:</p> +<p>“Confess the concealment and thou shalt be set at liberty. +Confess for him, woman.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel said: “Who will throw the fishmonger into the +fire that burneth for ever?”</p> +<p>Soetkin made sign with her head that she had nothing to say. +Ulenspiegel ground and gnashed his teeth, and Soetkin looked at him +with haggard eyes and all in tears.</p> +<p>Nevertheless, when the executioner, having blown out the candles, +set the burning brazier under Ulenspiegel’s feet, she cried:</p> +<p>“Master judges, have pity upon him: he knows not what he +saith.”</p> +<p>“Why doth he not know what he saith?” asked the bailiff, +craftily. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb212" href="#pb212" name= +"pb212">212</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Do not question her, master judges; ye see full well that she +is out of her wits with torment. The fishmonger lied,” said +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wilt thou say the same as he, woman?” asked the +bailiff.</p> +<p>Soetkin made sign with her head to say yes.</p> +<p>“Burn the fishmonger!” cried Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Soetkin held her peace, raising her clenched fist into the air as +though to curse.</p> +<p>Yet seeing the brazier burn up more fiercely under her son’s +feet, she cried:</p> +<p>“O Lord God! Madame Mary that art in heaven, put an end to +this torment! Have pity! Take the brazier away!”</p> +<p>“The fishmonger!” groaned Ulenspiegel again.</p> +<p>And he vomited blood in great gushes through nose and mouth, and +letting his head fall, hung suspended above the coals.</p> +<p>Then Soetkin cried:</p> +<p>“He is dead, my poor orphan! They have killed him! Ah! him, +too. Take away this brazier, master judges! Let me take him into my +arms to die also, I, too, to die with him. Ye know I cannot flee on my +broken feet.”</p> +<p>“Give the widow her son,” said the bailiff.</p> +<p>Then the judges deliberated together.</p> +<p>The executioner unbound Ulenspiegel, and laid him all naked and +covered with blood upon Soetkin’s knees, while the barber surgeon +put back his bones in their sockets.</p> +<p>All the while Soetkin embraced Ulenspiegel, and said, weeping:</p> +<p>“Son, poor martyr! If the judges will, I shall heal +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb213" href="#pb213" name= +"pb213">213</a>]</span>thee, I; but awaken, Thyl, my son! Master +judges, if ye have killed him on me, I shall go to His Majesty; for ye +have done contrary to all laws and justice, and ye shall see what one +poor woman can do against wicked men. But, sirs, leave us free +together. We have nothing but our two selves in the world, poor +wretches on whom the hand of God has been heavy.”</p> +<p>Having deliberated, the judges gave out the following sentence:</p> +<p>“Inasmuch as you, Soetkin, lawful widow of Claes, and you, +Thyl, son of Claes, and called Ulenspiegel, having been accused of +fraudulently withholding the goods that by confiscation were the +property of His Majesty the King, maugre all privileges contrary to +this, despite severe torture and adequate ordeal, have confessed to +nothing:</p> +<p>“The court, considering the absence of sufficient proofs, and +in you, woman, the piteous condition of your members, and in you, man, +the harsh torment you have undergone, declares you both at liberty, and +accords you permission to take up your abode in the house of him or her +who may please to give you lodging, in spite of your poverty.</p> +<p>“Thus decreed at Damme, the three and twentieth day of October +in the year of Our Lord 1558.”</p> +<p>“Thanks be to you, master judges,” said Soetkin.</p> +<p>“The fishmonger!” groaned Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And mother and son were taken to the house of Katheline in a +cart.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.79" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5697" class="main">LXXIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">In this year, which was the fifty-eighth of the +century, Katheline went into Soetkin’s house, and said: +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb214" href="#pb214" name= +"pb214">214</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Last night, having anointed myself with a balsam, I was +carried to the tower of Notre Dame, and I beheld the spirits of the +element passing on to the angels the prayers of men who flying towards +the farthest heavens, bore them to the throne. And the sky was all over +sprinkled with radiant stars. Suddenly there rose up from a fire pile a +shape that seemed all black and climbed up to set himself beside me on +the tower. I recognized Claes as he was in life, clad in his +coalman’s attire. ‘What dost thou,’ said he, +‘on the tower of Notre Dame?’ ‘But thyself,’ I +replied, ‘whither goest thou, flying through the air like a +bird?’ ‘I go,’ he said, ‘to the judgment, dost +thou not hear the angel’s trump?’ I was quite close to him, +and felt that his spiritual body was not solid like the bodies of +living men; but so tenuous that moving forward against him, I entered +into it as into a hot vapour. At my feet, in all the land of Flanders, +there shone a few lights, and I said to myself: ‘Those who rise +early and work late are the blessed of God.’</p> +<p>“And all the while I heard the angel’s trumpet sounding +through the night. And I saw then another shade that mounted, coming +out of Spain; this one was old and decrepit, had a chin like a slipper +and preserve of quince on its lips. It wore on its back a cloak of +crimson velvet lined with ermine, on its head a crown imperial, in one +hand an anchovy which it was munching, in the other a tankard full of +beer.</p> +<p>“It came, doubtless for weariness, and sate down on the tower +of Notre Dame. Kneeling down, I said to it: ‘Crowned Majesty, I +revere you, but I know you not. Whence come you and what do you in the +world?’ ‘I come,’ it said, ‘from Saint Just in +Estramadura, and I <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb215" href="#pb215" +name="pb215">215</a>]</span>was the Emperor Charles the Fifth.’ +‘But,’ said I, ‘whither go you as now on this cold +night, through these clouds laden with hail?’ ‘I go,’ +it said, ‘to the judgment.’ Just as the Emperor was fain to +finish his anchovy and to drink his beer from his tankard, the +angel’s trumpet sounded, and he flew up into the air growling and +grumbling at being thus interrupted in his meal. I followed His Sacred +Majesty. He went through space, hiccoughing with fatigue, wheezing with +asthma, and sometimes vomiting, for death had come on him during a +spell of indigestion. We mounted continually, like arrows sped from a +bow of cornelwood. The stars glided beside us, tracing lines of fire in +the sky; we saw them break loose and fall. And still the trumpet of the +angel kept a-sounding. What a mighty and sonorous blare! At every +flourish, as it beat against the mists of the air, they opened up as +though some hurricane blast had blown upon them from near at hand. And +so was our path marked out for us. Having been borne away for a +thousand leagues and more, we beheld Christ in his glory, seated on a +throne of stars, and on his right hand was the angel that inscribes the +deeds of men upon a brazen register, and on his left hand Mary his +mother, entreating him without ceasing for sinners.</p> +<p>“Claes and the Emperor Charles knelt down before the +throne.</p> +<p>“The angel cast the crown from off Charles’s head: +‘There is but one emperor here,’ said he, ‘that is +Christ.’</p> +<p>“His Sacred Majesty seemed angry; nevertheless, speaking +humbly: ‘Might I not,’ said he, ‘keep this anchovy +and this tankard of beer, for this long journey made me hungry.’ +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb216" href="#pb216" name= +"pb216">216</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘As thou wast all thy life long,’ rejoined the +angel; ‘but eat and drink none the less.’</p> +<p>“The Emperor drained the tankard of beer and munched at the +anchovy.</p> +<p>“Then Christ spake and said:</p> +<p>“‘Dost thou offer a cleansed soul for +judgment?’</p> +<p>“‘I hope as much, my sweet Lord, for I confessed +myself,’ replied the Emperor Charles.</p> +<p>“‘And thou, Claes?’ said Christ, ‘thou dost +not tremble as doth this emperor.’</p> +<p>“‘My Lord Jesus,’ answered Claes, ‘there is +no soul that is clean; I am not, therefore, afraid of Thee who art the +supreme good and the supreme justice, but withal I fear for my sins +that were many.’</p> +<p>“‘Speak, carrion,’ said the angel, addressing the +Emperor.</p> +<p>“‘I, Lord,’ replied Charles in an embarrassed +voice, ‘being anointed by the finger of Thy priests, I was +consecrated King of Castile, Emperor of Germany, and King of the +Romans. I had ever at heart the preservation of the power that cometh +from Thee, and to that end I wrought by the rope, by the steel, by the +pit, and by the fire against all them of the reform.”</p> +<p>“But the angel:</p> +<p>“‘Belly-aching liar,’ said he, ‘thou wouldst +fain deceive us. Thou didst tolerate the reformers in Germany, because +thou wast afeard of them, and had them beheaded, burned, hanged, and +buried alive in the Low Countries, where thou hadst no fear save not to +inherit enough from these toiling bees so rich in plenteous honey. A +hundred thousand souls perished by thy doing, not because thou didst +love Christ, monseigneur, but because thou wast a despot, tyrant, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb217" href="#pb217" name= +"pb217">217</a>]</span>devourer of countries, loving but thyself, and +after thyself, meats, fishes, wines, and beers, for thou wast as great +a glutton as any dog, and thirsty as a sponge.’</p> +<p>“‘And thou, Claes, speak,’ said Christ.</p> +<p>“But the angel, standing up:</p> +<p>“‘This one hath naught to say. He was good, hard-working +like the poor Flanders folk, willing to toil and willing to laugh, +keeping the faith he owed his princes and believing that his princes +would keep the faith they owed to him. He had money, he was accused, +and as he had harboured one of the reformed, he was burned +alive.’</p> +<p>“‘Ah,’ said Mary, ‘poor martyr, but there +are in heaven cool springs, fountains of milk, and choice wine that +will refresh thee, and I will myself lead thee to them, +coalman!’</p> +<p>“The trumpet of the angel sounded again, and I saw arising +from the depths of the abyss a man naked and beautiful, with a crown of +iron. And on the round of the crown were inscribed these words: +‘Dark until the day of doom!’</p> +<p>“He drew near to the throne and said to Christ:</p> +<p>“‘I am thy slave until I am thy master.’</p> +<p>“‘Satan,’ said Mary, ‘a day shall come when +there will be no more slaves or masters, and when Christ who is love, +Satan who is pride, will signify: Might and Knowledge.’</p> +<p>“‘Woman,’ said Satan, ‘thou art fair and +kind.’</p> +<p>“Then speaking to Christ, and pointing to the Emperor:</p> +<p>“‘What is to be done with this one?’ said he.</p> +<p>“Christ replied:</p> +<p>“‘Thou shalt put the crowned worm in a chamber +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb218" href="#pb218" name= +"pb218">218</a>]</span>where thou shalt collect all the implements of +torment used during his reign. Each time a wretched, innocent man +endureth the torment of the water, which bloweth men up like bladders; +of the candles, that burneth the soles of the feet and the armpits; the +strappado, which breaketh the limbs; the riving asunder by four +galleys; every time a free soul gives up its last breath on the fire, +he must undergo all these deaths in turn, all these tortures, that he +may learn what evil may be wrought by an unjust man that hath at +command millions of his fellow men: let him rot in gaols, die upon +scaffolds, groan in exile far from his own country; let him be +dishonoured, shamefully entreated, scourged; let him be rich and +harried by the treasury; let informers bring accusations against him, +and confiscations ruin him. Thou shalt make of him an ass, that he may +be meek, ill treated, and ill fed; a poor man, that he may ask for alms +and be greeted with insults; a worker that he may toil too much and eat +too little; then when he shall have suffered sorely in his man’s +body and soul, thou shalt turn him into a dog, that he may be friendly, +and be beaten; a slave in the Indies, that he may be sold by auction; a +soldier, that he may fight for another man and be slain without knowing +wherefore. And when, at the end of three hundred years, he will thus +have gone through every form of suffering, every distress, thou shalt +make a free man of him, and if in this condition he is good as was +Claes, thou shalt give his body eternal repose, in a spot shaded at +noon, visited by the sun in the morning, under a goodly tree, and +covered by a cool verdant sward. And his friends will come to shed +their tears of grief upon his tomb, and sow violets, the blossoms of +remembrance.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb219" href="#pb219" +name="pb219">219</a>]</span></p> +<p>“‘Pardon, my son,’ said Mary, ‘he knew not +what he did, for power hardeneth the heart.’</p> +<p>“‘There is no pardon,’ said Christ.</p> +<p>“‘Ah!’ said His Sacred Majesty, ‘if only I +had a glass of Andalusian wine!’</p> +<p>“‘Come,’ said Satan, ‘past is the time of +wine, of meats and fowls.’</p> +<p>“And he bore away to the uttermost deeps of hell the soul of +the poor emperor, still munching his fragment of anchovy.</p> +<p>“Satan for pity left it to him. Then I saw Madame the Virgin +leading Claes to the highest height of heaven, there where was naught +but stars hanging like clusters of grapes to the vaulted roof. And +there angels laved him and he became handsome and young. Then they gave +him <i lang="nl">rystpap</i> to eat, in silver spoons. And heaven +closed again.”</p> +<p>“He is in glory,” said the widow.</p> +<p>“The ashes beat against my heart,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.80" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5793" class="main">LXXX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">During the next three and twenty days Katheline grew +white, and thin, drying up as though she were devoured by a fire within +more consuming than the fire of madness.</p> +<p>She said no longer: “The fire! Make a hole: the soul would +fain escape,” but ever in ecstasy and delight she would say to +Nele: “Spouse am I: spouse thou art to be. Handsome; long hair; +hot love; knees cold and cold arms!”</p> +<p>And Soetkin looked on her grieving, for she thought this some new +madness. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb220" href="#pb220" name= +"pb220">220</a>]</span></p> +<p>Katheline continued:</p> +<p>“Thrice three make nine, the sacred number. He that in the +night hath eyes shining as a cat’s alone seeth the +mystery.”</p> +<p>One night Soetkin, hearing her, made a movement of doubting.</p> +<p>But Katheline:</p> +<p>“Four and three,” said she, “misfortune under +Saturn; under Venus, the marriage number. Cold arms! Cold knees! Heart +of fire!”</p> +<p>Soetkin made answer:</p> +<p>“It is not well to speak of wicked heathen idols.”</p> +<p>Hearing which Katheline made the sign of the cross and said:</p> +<p>“Blessed be the gray horseman. Nele must have a husband, a +handsome husband carrying a sword, a black husband with a shining +face.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel, “a fricassee of husbands +for which I shall make the sauce with my knife.”</p> +<p>Nele looked at her friend with eyes all moist for the pleasure of +seeing him so jealous.</p> +<p>“I want no husband,” said she.</p> +<p>Katheline replied:</p> +<p>“When he that is clad in gray shall come, ever booted and +spurred in another fashion.”</p> +<p>Soetkin said:</p> +<p>“Pray to God for the poor madwife.”</p> +<p>“Ulenspiegel,” said Katheline, “go fetch us four +quarts of <i lang="nl">dobbel-cuyt</i> whilst I go to prepare the +<i lang="nl">heete-koeken</i>”; which are pancakes in the land of +France.</p> +<p>Soetkin asked why she made feast on Saturday like the Jews.</p> +<p>Katheline answered: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb221" href= +"#pb221" name="pb221">221</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Because the dough is ready.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was standing holding in his hand the great pewter pot, +which held the exact measure.</p> +<p>“Mother, what must I do?”</p> +<p>“Go,” said Katheline.</p> +<p>Soetkin would not answer, not being mistress in the house: she said +to Ulenspiegel, “Go, my son.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel ran up to the <i lang="nl">Scaeck</i>, whence he brought +back the four quarts of <i lang="nl">dobbel-cuyt</i>.</p> +<p>Soon the perfume of the <i lang="nl">heete-koeken</i> spread +throughout the kitchen, and all were hungry, even the sorrow-stricken +widow.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel ate heartily. Katheline had given him a great tankard +saying that being the only male, and head in the house, he must drink +more than the others and sing afterwards.</p> +<p>Saying this, she had a crafty look; but Ulenspiegel drank and did +not sing. Nele wept, looking at Soetkin all pale and huddled down; only +Katheline was gay.</p> +<p>After the meal Soetkin and Ulenspiegel went up to the garret to go +to bed; Katheline and Nele remained in the kitchen where the beds were +prepared.</p> +<p>Towards two in the morning, Ulenspiegel had long been asleep by +reason of the heavy drink; Soetkin, with eyes open even as she had +every night, was praying to Madame the Virgin to send her sleep, but +Madame did not give ear.</p> +<p>Suddenly she heard the cry of a sea eagle and from the kitchen a +like cry in answer; then from afar in the country, other cries +resounded, and always she deemed that there was an answer from the +kitchen.</p> +<p>Thinking that these were night birds, she paid no heed to them. She +heard the neighing of horses and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb222" +href="#pb222" name="pb222">222</a>]</span>the clatter of iron-shod +hoofs striking on the causeway; she opened the window of the garret and +saw indeed two horses, saddled, pawing the ground, and browsing on the +grass of the roadside. Then she heard the voice of a woman crying out, +a man’s voice threatening, blows struck, fresh cries, the banging +of a door, and an agonized foot climbing the steps of the stair.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel snored and heard nothing at all; the garret door opened; +Nele came in all but naked, out of breath, panting, weeping, and +sobbing, against the door she thrust a table, chairs, an old stove, all +she could find in the shape of furniture. The last stars were nearly +extinguished, the cocks were beginning to crow.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, at the noise that Nele had made, had turned in his bed, +but still continued to sleep.</p> +<p>Nele then, flinging herself on Soetkin’s neck: +“Soetkin,” she said, “I am afraid, light the +candle.”</p> +<p>Soetkin did so; and Nele still groaned the while.</p> +<p>The candle being lit, Soetkin looked at Nele and saw the +girl’s chemise torn at the shoulder and on her forehead, her +cheek, and her neck bloody scratches such as might be made by +fingernails.</p> +<p>“Nele,” said Soetkin, embracing her, “whence come +you wounded in this fashion?”</p> +<p>The girl, still trembling and moaning, said: “Do not have us +burned, Soetkin.”</p> +<p>In the meantime, Ulenspiegel awaked and was blinking in the +candlelight. Soetkin said: “Who is below there?”</p> +<p>Nele replied:</p> +<p>“Hold thy peace, it is the husband she wants to give +me.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb223" href="#pb223" name= +"pb223">223</a>]</span></p> +<p>Soetkin and Nele all at once heard Katheline cry out, and their +limbs gave way under both of them.</p> +<p>“He is beating her, he is beating her on my account,” +said Nele.</p> +<p>“Who is in the house?” cried Ulenspiegel, leaping out of +his bed. Then rubbing his eyes, he went searching about the chamber +until he had got his hands on a weighty poker lying in a corner.</p> +<p>“No one,” said Nele, “nobody at all; do not go +down, Ulenspiegel!”</p> +<p>But he, paying no heed to anything, ran to the door, flinging aside +chairs, tables, and stove. Katheline ceased not to cry out below; Nele +and Soetkin clung to Ulenspiegel on the landing, one with her arms +about his body, the other holding by his legs, saying: “Do not go +down, Ulenspiegel, they are devils.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” he replied, “devil-husband of Nele, I will +join him in wedlock with my poker. Betrothal of iron and flesh! Let me +go down.<a id="xd20e5921" name="xd20e5921"></a>”</p> +<p>But still they would not let go, for they were strong by reason of +their holding on the balusters. He dragged them down the steps of the +staircase, and they were afraid at thus drawing nearer to the devils. +But they could do nothing against him. Descending by leaps and bounds +like a great snowball from the top of a mountain, he went into the +kitchen, saw Katheline worn out and wan in the light of the dawn, and +heard her saying: “Hanske, why dost thou leave me alone? It is +not my fault if Nele is bad.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, without staying to listen to her, opened the stable +door. Finding no one within, he dashed out into the garden and from +thence into the highway; far off he saw two horses galloping and losing +themselves <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb224" href="#pb224" name= +"pb224">224</a>]</span>in the mist. He ran to catch them up, but could +not, for they went like the storm winds sweeping up the withered +leaves.</p> +<p>Vexed and wild with anger and despair, he came back again, saying +between his teeth: “They have violated her! they have violated +her!” And with an ill flame burning in his eyes he looked on +Nele, who, all shuddering, standing before the widow and Katheline, +said: “No Thyl, no, my beloved, no!”</p> +<p>Saying so, she looked into his eyes so seriously and so candidly +that Ulenspiegel well perceived that she spoke the truth. Then +questioning her:</p> +<p>“Whence came these cries?” said he; “where were +those men going? Why is thy chemise torn at the shoulder and the back? +Why hast thou on thy cheek and forehead the marks of +fingernails?”</p> +<p>“Listen,” said she, “but do not have us burned, +Ulenspiegel. Katheline, may God preserve her from hell! has now for +three and twenty days a devil for lover, clad in black, booted and +spurred. His face shines with the fire seen in summertime upon the +waves of the sea when it is hot.”</p> +<p>“Why art thou gone, Hanske, my darling?” said Katheline. +“Nele is bad.”</p> +<p>But Nele, going on with her tale, said: “He cries like a sea +eagle to announce his presence. My mother sees him in the kitchen every +Saturday. She says that his kisses are cold and his body like snow. He +beats her when she does not do all that he would have her do. He once +brought her some florins, but he took all the others from +her.”</p> +<p>During this tale, Soetkin, clasping her hands, prayed for Katheline. +Katheline said, rejoicing: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb225" href= +"#pb225" name="pb225">225</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Mine is my body no longer, mine no longer is my spirit, but +his. Hanske, my darling, bring me to the sabbath again. There is only +Nele that never hath mind to come; Nele is bad.”</p> +<p>“At daybreak he was wont to depart,” continued the girl; +“and on the morrow my mother would tell me a hundred marvels.... +But there is no need to look on me with such cruel eyes, Ulenspiegel. +Yesterday she told me that a fine seigneur, clothed in gray and called +Hilbert, desired to have me in marriage and would come here to show +himself to me. I answered that I had no mind for any husband, neither +ugly nor handsome. By her maternal authority she forced me to remain up +to wait their coming; for she loses none of her wits when it is a +matter of her amours. We were half undressed, ready to go to bed; I was +sleeping upon yonder chair. When they came within I did not wake. +Suddenly I felt someone embracing me and kissing me on the neck. And by +the light of the shining moon I beheld a face as bright as the crests +of the waves of the sea in July, when it is like to thunder, and I +heard one saying to me in a whispering voice: ‘I am Hilbert, thy +husband; be mine and I shall make thee rich.’ The face of him +that spake had a smell as of fish. I repulsed him; he would have taken +me by force, but I had the strength of ten men like him. Even so he +tore my chemise, wounded my face, and went on saying, ‘Be mine, I +shall make thee rich.’ ‘Aye,’ I said, ‘like my +mother, from whom thou wilt take her last liard.’ Then he +redoubled his violence, but could avail naught against me. Then as he +was uglier than a corpse, I gave him my nails in his eyes so hard that +he screamed for the pain and I could break loose and come hither to +Soetkin.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb226" href="#pb226" +name="pb226">226</a>]</span></p> +<p>Katheline kept repeating:</p> +<p>“Nele is bad. Why hast thou gone so quickly, Hanske, my +darling?”</p> +<p>“Where wast thou, ill mother,” said Soetkin, +“while they would have taken away thy child’s +honour?”</p> +<p>“Nele is bad,” said Katheline. “I was with my +black lord, when the gray devil came to us, his face all bloody, and +said: ‘Come away, lad: the house is a bad house; the men in it +would beat us to the death, and the women have knives at their +fingertips.’ Then they ran to their horses and disappeared in the +mist. Nele is bad!”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.81" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e5960" class="main">LXXXI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the morrow, while they were drinking hot milk, +Soetkin said to Katheline:</p> +<p>“Thou seest that sorrow is driving me already out of this +world, wouldst thou drive me to flee from it through thy damned +witchcrafts?”</p> +<p>But Katheline kept saying:</p> +<p>“Nele is bad. Come back, Hanske, my darling.”</p> +<p>On the next Wednesday the devils came back together. Since the +Saturday Nele slept at the house of the widow Van den Houte, saying +that she could not stay at Katheline’s by reason of the presence +of Ulenspiegel, a young bachelor.</p> +<p>Katheline received her black lord and his friend in the <i lang= +"nl">keet</i>, which is the wash house and the bakery appurtenant to +the main dwelling. And then they held feast and revel with old wines +and smoked ox tongues, that were always there awaiting them. The black +devil said to Katheline:</p> +<p>“We have need,” said he, “for an important task +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb227" href="#pb227" name= +"pb227">227</a>]</span>that is to be done, of a heavy sum of money; +give us what thou canst.”</p> +<p>Katheline, being unwilling to give more than a florin, they +threatened to kill her. But they let her off with two gold carolus and +seven deniers.</p> +<p>“Come no more on the Saturday,” she told them. +“Ulenspiegel knows that day and will await you with weapons to +kill you, and I should die after you.”</p> +<p>“We shall come next Tuesday,” said they.</p> +<p>On that day Ulenspiegel and Nele slept without fear of the devils, +for they believed that they came only on Saturday.</p> +<p>Katheline rose and went into the <i lang="nl">keet</i>, to see if +her friends had come.</p> +<p>She was sorely impatient, because since she had seen Hanske again, +her madness had greatly lessened, for folk said it was +love-madness.</p> +<p>Not seeing them, she was brokenhearted; when she heard the sea eagle +cry from the direction of Sluys, in the country, she went towards the +cry. Going in the meadow at the foot of a dyke of faggots and green +sod, she heard from the other side of the dyke the two devils talking +together. One said:</p> +<p>“I shall have the half of it.”</p> +<p>The other replied:</p> +<p>“Thou shalt have none of it; what is Katheline’s is +mine.”</p> +<p>Then they cursed and blasphemed like madmen, disputing between them +who should have to himself alone the money and the loves of Katheline +and Nele together. Transfixed with fear, daring neither to speak nor +budge, Katheline presently heard them fighting, then one of them +saying: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb228" href="#pb228" name= +"pb228">228</a>]</span></p> +<p>“This steel is cold.” Then a rattling breath and the +fall of a heavy body.</p> +<p>Affrighted, she walked back to her cottage. At two o’clock in +the night she heard again, but now in her garden, the cry of the sea +eagle. She went to open and saw before the door her lover devil alone. +She asked him:</p> +<p>“What hast thou done with the other?”</p> +<p>“He will not come again,” he answered.</p> +<p>Then embracing her he caressed her. And he seemed to her colder than +usual. And Katheline’s spirit was well awaked. When he went away, +he asked her for twenty florins, all she had: she gave him +seventeen.</p> +<p>On the morrow, being curious, she went along by the dyke; but she +saw nothing, save at a spot as big as a man’s coffin blood upon +the turf that was less solid under foot. But that night rain washed +away the blood.</p> +<p>The next Wednesday she heard the cry of the sea eagle once more in +her garden.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.82" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6024" class="main">LXXXII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Each time he needed money to pay their share of +expenses at Katheline’s Ulenspiegel went by night to lift the +stone from the hole dug beside the well, and took out a carolus.</p> +<p>One night the three women were spinning; Ulenspiegel was carving +with his knife a box that the bailiff had entrusted to him, and on +which he was skilfully graving a goodly chase, with a pack of Hainaut +dogs, mastiffs from Crete, the which are most savage beasts; Brabant +dogs going in pairs and called ear biters, and <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb229" href="#pb229" name= +"pb229">229</a>]</span>other dogs, straight-legged, crook-legged, +short-legged, and greyhounds.</p> +<p>Katheline being present, Nele asked Soetkin if she had hidden her +treasure well. The widow answered without any misgivings that it could +not be better than in the side of the well wall.</p> +<p>Towards the midnight, being Thursday, Soetkin was awakened by +Bibulus Schnouffius, barking very sharply, but not for long. Deeming +that it was some false alarm, she went to sleep again.</p> +<p>Friday morning, early, Soetkin and Ulenspiegel, having risen, did +not see Katheline as usual in the kitchen, nor the fire lit, nor the +milk boiling on the fire. They were dumbfounded and looked to see if +she was not perchance in the garden. They saw her there, though it was +misty rain, dishevelled, in her body linen all soaked and chilled, but +not daring to enter.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, going to her, said:</p> +<p>“What dost thou there, half naked, when it rains?”</p> +<p>“Ah,” she said, “aye, aye, a great +portent!”</p> +<p>And she showed the dog with his throat cut and lying stiff.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel thought at once of the treasure; he ran to it. The hole +was empty and the earth strewed far about.</p> +<p>Leaping on Katheline and beating her:</p> +<p>“Where are the carolus?” he said.</p> +<p>“Aye, aye, a great portent!” replied Katheline.</p> +<p>Nele, defending her mother, cried out:</p> +<p>“Mercy and pity, Ulenspiegel!”</p> +<p>He ceased to strike. Soetkin then showed herself and asked what was +the matter. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb230" href="#pb230" name= +"pb230">230</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel showed her the dog killed and the hole empty. Soetkin +went white and said:</p> +<p>“Thou dost smite me cruelly, Lord God. My poor +feet!”</p> +<p>And she said that because of the agony she had in them and the +torment borne in vain for the gold carolus. Nele, seeing Soetkin so +gentle, fell in despair and wept; Katheline, waving a piece of +parchment, said:</p> +<p>“Aye, a great portent. Last night he came, kindly and goodly. +No longer was there on his face that livid glow that gave me so much +affright. He spoke to me with a great tenderness. I was ravished with +joy, my heart melted within me. He said to me, ‘Now I am rich, +and will before long bring thee a thousand florins.’ +‘Aye,’ said I, ‘I am more glad for thy sake than for +mine, Hanske, my darling.’ ‘But hast thou not here,’ +he asked, ‘some other person thou lovest and whom I might make +rich?’ ‘Nay,’ I replied, ‘those that be here +have no need of thee.’ ‘Thou art proud,’ said he, +‘are then Soetkin and Ulenspiegel rich?’ ‘They live +with no help from their neighbours,’ I replied. ‘In spite +of the confiscation?’ said he. To which I answered that you had +endured the torture rather than allow your money to be taken. ‘I +was not without knowledge of that,’ said he. And he began, +laughing quiet and low, to jeer at the bailiff and the sheriffs, for +that they had not been able to make you confess. Then I laughed +equally. ‘They had not been so silly,’ said he, ‘as +to hide their treasure in their house.’ I laughed. ‘Nor in +the cellar, here.’ ‘No, no,’ said I. ‘Nor in +the garden?’ I made no reply. ‘Ah,’ said he, +‘it would be too much of an imprudence.’ ‘Not +much,’ said I, ‘for neither the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb231" href="#pb231" name= +"pb231">231</a>]</span>water nor the wall will speak.’ And he +continued to laugh.</p> +<p>“Last night he went away sooner than usual, after giving me a +powder with which, said he, I could go to the finest of sabbaths. I +brought him, in my linen, to the garden gate, and I was all overcome +with sleep. I went, as he had said, to the sabbath, and came back only +at daybreak, when I found myself here, and saw the dog dead and the +hole empty. That is a very heavy blow for me, who loved him so tenderly +and gave him my soul. But you shall have all I have, and I shall work +with my feet and my hands to maintain you.”</p> +<p>“I am the corn under the millstone: God and a robber devil +strike me at the same time,” said Soetkin.</p> +<p>“Robber, do not say so,” rejoined Katheline; “he +is a devil, a devil. And for proof, I will show you the parchment he +left in the yard; there is written upon it: ‘Never forget to do +my service. In thrice two weeks and five days I shall return thee the +twofold of the treasure. Have no doubt, else thou shalt die.’ And +he will keep his word, I am convinced and sure.”</p> +<p>“Poor witless one!” said Soetkin.</p> +<p>And that was her last word of reproach.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.83" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6084" class="main">LXXXIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The two weeks having thrice passed by and the five +days as well, the lover devil never came back. And still Katheline +lived without despairing of it.</p> +<p>Soetkin, never working now, remained continually in front of the +fire, coughing and bent. Nele gave her the best and most fragrant +herbs: but no remedy had power upon her. Ulenspiegel never left the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb232" href="#pb232" name= +"pb232">232</a>]</span>cottage, fearing that Soetkin might die while he +was abroad.</p> +<p>Then it came that the widow could neither eat nor drink without +vomiting. The barber surgeon came and bled her; the blood being taken +from her, she was so weak that she could not leave her stool. At +length, withered up with sorrow and pain, she said one evening:</p> +<p>“Claes, my husband! Thyl, my son! I thank thee, God who takest +me away!”</p> +<p>And she died on a sigh.</p> +<p>Katheline not daring to watch by her, Ulenspiegel and Nele did it +together, and all night long they prayed for the dead woman.</p> +<p>At dawn there entered by the open window a swallow.</p> +<p>Nele said:</p> +<p>“The bird of souls, ’tis a good omen: Soetkin is in +heaven.”</p> +<p>The swallow flew round the chamber thrice and went off with a +cry.</p> +<p>Then there entered a second swallow, bigger and blacker than the +other. It circled around Ulenspiegel, and he said:</p> +<p>“Father and Mother, the ashes beat against my breast, I shall +do what ye ask.”</p> +<p>And the second went away crying shrill like the first. The day +showed brighter; Ulenspiegel saw thousands of swallows skimming the +meadows, and the sun arose.</p> +<p>And Soetkin was buried in the field of the poor.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.84" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6118" class="main">LXXXIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">After Soetkin’s death, Ulenspiegel, dreamy, +sorrowful, or angry, wandered about the kitchen, hearing <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb233" href="#pb233" name= +"pb233">233</a>]</span>nothing, taking what food or drink was given +him, without choosing. And he often rose at night.</p> +<p>In vain did Nele with her soft voice exhort him to hope. Vainly did +Katheline tell him that she knew Soetkin was in paradise with Claes. To +all Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“The ashes are beating.”</p> +<p>And he was as a man distraught, and Nele wept to see him in this +plight.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, the fishmonger remained in his house alone like a +parricide, and dared not go forth save by night; for men and women, +passing near him, hooted him and called him murderer, and children fled +before him, for they had been told that he was the executioner. He +wandered alone and solitary, not daring to go into any of the three +taverns of Damme; for he was pointed at in them, and if he merely +remained standing for a minute inside, the drinkers went away.</p> +<p>Hence it came that the <i lang="nl">baesen</i> wished not to see him +again, and if he presented himself, shut their door to him. Then the +fishmonger would offer a humble remonstrance: they would reply that it +was their right and not their obligation to sell.</p> +<p>Tired of the struggle, the fishmonger used to go to drink <i lang= +"nl">in ’t Roode Valck</i>, at the Red Falcon, a little wine shop +away from the town on the edge of the Sluys Canal. There they served +him; for they were grubbing folk to whom any money was welcome. But the +<i lang="nl">baes</i> of the <i lang="nl">Roode Valck</i> never spoke a +word to him nor did his wife. There were two children and a dog in the +house: when the fishmonger would have caressed the children, they ran +away; and when he called the dog, the dog tried to bite him. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb234" href="#pb234" name= +"pb234">234</a>]</span></p> +<p>One evening Ulenspiegel stood on the threshold: Mathyssens the +cooper, seeing him so pensive and dreaming, said to him:</p> +<p>“You should work with your hands and forget this sad +blow.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered:</p> +<p>“The ashes of Claes beat against my breast.”</p> +<p>“Ah,” said Mathyssens, “he leads a sadder life +than thou, the wretched fishmonger. No man speaks to him, and everyone +flees from him, so that he is driven to go among the poor ragamuffins +at the <i lang="nl">Roode Valck</i> to drink his quart of <i lang= +"nl">bruinbier</i> by himself. ’Tis a sore punishment.”</p> +<p>“The ashes beat!” said Ulenspiegel again.</p> +<p>That same evening, while the clock on Notre Dame was striking the +ninth hour, Ulenspiegel went towards the <i lang="nl">Roode Valck</i>, +and seeing that the fishmonger was not there, he went wandering under +the trees on the edge of the canal. The moon was shining bright and +clear.</p> +<p>He saw the murderer coming.</p> +<p>As he passed before him, he could see him near at hand, and heard +him say, speaking aloud like those who live alone:</p> +<p>“Where have they hidden these carolus?”</p> +<p>“Where the devil has found them,” answered Ulenspiegel +striking him full in the face with his fist.</p> +<p>“Alas!” said the fishmonger, “I know thee who thou +art, thou art the son. Have pity, I am old and weak. What I did, it was +not for hate, but to serve His Majesty. Deign to pardon me. I wilt give +thee back the furniture I purchased, thou wilt not have to pay me one +single patard for it. Is not that enough? <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb235" href="#pb235" name="pb235">235</a>]</span>I paid seven gold +florins for them. Thou shalt have all and a demi-florin to boot, for I +am not rich, it must not be imagined.”</p> +<p>And he would have gone on his knees before him.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, seeing him so ugly, so trembling, and so cowardly and +mean, flung him into the canal.</p> +<p>And he went away.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch1.85" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6194" class="main">LXXXV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the doomfires smoked the fat of the victims. +Ulenspiegel, thinking of Claes and Soetkin, wept in solitude.</p> +<p>One night he went to find Katheline and ask her for a remedy and for +vengeance.</p> +<p>She was alone with Nele sewing beside the lamp. At the noise he made +on coming within, Katheline dully lifted up her head like a woman +awakened out of a heavy slumber.</p> +<p>He said to her:</p> +<p>“The ashes of Claes beat upon my breast; I would fain save the +land of Flanders. I asked the Great God of heaven and earth, but He +gave me no answer.”</p> +<p>Katheline said:</p> +<p>“The Great God could not hear you: first you must address +yourself to the spirits of the elemental world, which being of double +nature, celestial and terrestrial, receive the complaints of poor +humankind, and transmit them to the angels, which after bear them to +the throne.”</p> +<p>“Help me,” said he, “in my design; I will pay thee +with my blood if need be.”</p> +<p>Replied Katheline:</p> +<p>“I will help thee, if a girl that loveth thee would +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb236" href="#pb236" name= +"pb236">236</a>]</span>bring thee with her to the sabbath of the +Spirits of the Springtide, which is the Easter of the Sap.”</p> +<p>“I will bring him,” said Nele.</p> +<p>Katheline poured into a crystal goblet a grayish coloured mixture of +which she gave them both to drink; with this mixture she rubbed their +temples, their nostrils, palms of the hand and wrists, made them +swallow a pinch of a white powder, and bade them look at the other, +that their two souls might become as but one.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel looked at Nele, and the kind soft eyes of the girl lit +up a great fire within him; then by reason of the mixture he felt as it +might have been a thousand crabs tearing at him.</p> +<p>Then they took off their clothes, and they were beautiful thus in +the lamplight, he in his proud strength, she in her delicious grace; +but they could not see one another, for already they were as though in +sleep. Then Katheline laid Nele’s neck upon Ulenspiegel’s +arm, and taking his hand put it upon the maiden’s heart.</p> +<p>And they remained thus naked and lying one beside the other.</p> +<p>It seemed to them twain that their bodies touching each other were +of fire soft as the sun in the month of roses.</p> +<p>They rose up, as they told later, mounted upon the window sill, +launched themselves thence into void space, and felt the air bear them +up as the water bears the ships.</p> +<p>Then they perceived nothing any more, neither the earth where poor +men were sleeping, nor the heavens where but now the clouds were +rolling beneath their <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb237" href= +"#pb237" name="pb237">237</a>]</span>feet. And they set their feet on +Sirius, the Cold Star. Then from there they were cast upon the +pole.</p> +<p>There they saw, not without fear, a naked giant, the Giant Winter, +with tawny hair, seated upon ice mounds and against a wall of ice. In +shallow pools bears and seals were moving hither and thither, a +bellowing flock, all about him. In a hoarse voice, he called up hail +and snow and cold floods and gray clouds and red and foul-smelling +fogs, and the winds, among which the bitter north wind hath the +strongest blast. And all raged together at once in this deadly +place.</p> +<p>Smiling upon these horrors, the giant was lying upon a bed of +flowers faded by his hand, upon leaves withered at his breath. Then +leaning over and scratching the earth with his nails, biting it with +his teeth, he delved a hole to seek for the heart of the earth; to +devour it, and also to put black coal in the place where shady forests +were, straw where the corn was, sand in the room of the fertile earth. +But the heart of the earth being of fire, he dared not touch it and +recoiled abashed and afraid.</p> +<p>He was throned like a king, draining his cup of oil, in the midst of +his bears and his seals, and of the skeleton bones of all those whom he +had killed upon the sea, upon land, and in the cottages of poor folk. +He listened with delight to the roaring of the bears, the bellowing of +the seals, and the dry rattling of the bones of the skeletons of men +and beasts under the claws of vultures and ravens seeking a last rag of +flesh on them, and the sound of ice lumps dashed one against the other +by the gloomy water.</p> +<p>And the voice of the giant was like the roar of hurricanes, the +clamour of wintry storms, and the wind howling in chimneys. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb238" href="#pb238" name= +"pb238">238</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I am acold and am afeard,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“He hath no power against spirits,” answered Nele.</p> +<p>Suddenly there was a great stir among the seals, which dashed in +haste into the water, the bears, which laying their ears flat with +fright, roared lamentably, and the ravens, which lost themselves in the +clouds with agonized croakings.</p> +<p>And lo, Nele and Ulenspiegel heard the dull thudding blows of a ram +upon the wall of ice that served as a support to the Giant Winter. And +the wall split and cracked and shook to and fro on its foundations.</p> +<p>But the Giant Winter heard nothing, and he went on howling and +shouting in glee, filling and draining his cup of oil; and he went on +searching for the heart of the earth to freeze it, and not daring to +lay hold of it.</p> +<p>Meantime, the blows reëchoed louder and harder, and the wall +cracked more and more, and the rain of icicles flying in splintered +pieces ceased not to fall about him.</p> +<p>And the bears roared lamentably and without ceasing, and the seals +complained in the leaden gloomy water.</p> +<p>The wall crumbled and fell, and it became light in the sky; a man +descended therefrom, naked and beautiful, leaning one hand upon a +golden axe. And this man was Lucifer, King Springtide.</p> +<p>When the giant beheld him, he flung far away his cup of oil, and +implored him not to slay him.</p> +<p>And at the warm breath of King Springtide, the Giant Winter lost all +strength. Then the king took chains of diamonds, bound him with these, +and tied him to the pole.</p> +<p>Then staying, he uttered a cry, but a tender, amorous <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb239" href="#pb239" name="pb239">239</a>]</span>cry. +And from the sky came down a blonde woman, naked and beautiful. Placing +herself beside the king, she said to him:</p> +<p>“Thou art my vanquisher, mighty man.”</p> +<p>He made answer:</p> +<p>“If thou art an-hungered, eat; if thou art athirst, drink; if +thou art afraid, come close to me: I am thy male and thy +mate.”</p> +<p>“I am,” said she, “hungry and athirst only for +thee.”</p> +<p>The king shouted yet again seven times terribly. And there was a +mighty din of thunder and lightning, and behind him there took shape a +canopy of suns and of stars. And the twain sat them down upon +thrones.</p> +<p>Then the king and the woman, without a movement of their noble +faces, and without a gesture impairing their might and their calm +majesty, cried aloud.</p> +<p>At these cries there was an undulating movement in the earth, the +hard stone and the ice floes. And Nele and Ulenspiegel heard a noise +such as might be made by gigantic birds seeking to break the shell of +enormous eggs with blows of their beak.</p> +<p>And in this huge movement of the earth which rose and fell like the +waves of the sea there were shapes like the shape of an egg.</p> +<p>Suddenly from everywhere came forth trees with their dry branches +dovetailed and interlocked together, while their boles moved, swaying +like drunken men. Then they drew apart, leaving between them a huge +void space. From the stirring soil came forth the genii of the earth; +from the deeps of the forest the woodland spirits; from the sea near by +the genii of the water. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb240" href= +"#pb240" name="pb240">240</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Nele saw there the dwarfs that are the wardens of +treasure, hunchbacked, hairy, clumsy-foot, ugly and grinning, princes +of the stones, men of the woods living like trees, and, by way of mouth +and stomach, having a tuft of roots at the lower part of their face, +thus to suck up their food from the bosom of the earth; the emperors of +mines, who cannot speak, have neither heart nor entrails, and move like +bright automatons. There, too, were dwarfs of flesh and bone, with +lizard tails, toads’ heads, and lantern for headgear, who leap by +night upon the shoulders of drunken men afoot or timid travellers, leap +down again and waving their lantern, lead into pools and bogholes the +poor devils who imagine that this lantern is the candle burning in +their homes.</p> +<p>There, too, were the flower-maidens, flowers of feminine strength +and haleness, naked and not blushing, proud of their beauty, having for +their only cloak their hair.</p> +<p>Their eyes shone with the wet lustre of mother of pearl in water; +the flesh of their bodies was firm, white, and gilded by the light; +from their red mouths partly open came a breath more sweet and fragrant +than jasmine.</p> +<p>These are they that wander by eventide in parks and gardens, or in +the deeps of the woods, in shady bridle ways, amorous and seeking some +human soul to enjoy it. So soon as passeth before them a young man and +a young maid, they seek to slay the maid, but when they cannot, they +breathe into the sweetling, still reluctant, desires of love so that +she may yield herself to the lover; for then the flower-maiden hath +half of the kisses. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb241" href="#pb241" +name="pb241">241</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Nele saw also coming down from the high heavens the +guardian spirits of the stars, the genii of the winds, of the breeze +and the rain, winged young men that make the earth fertile.</p> +<p>Then in every quarter of the sky appeared the birds of souls, the +dear swallows. When they were come, the light appeared stronger. +Flower-maids, princes of the stones, emperors of the mines, men of the +woods, spirits of the water, of fire, and of the earth all cried out in +unison: “Light! Sap! Glory to King Springtide!”</p> +<p>Although the sound of their unanimous outcry was greater than that +of the raging sea, the thunder, and the unleashed tempest, it sounded +as solemn music in the ears of Nele and of Ulenspiegel, who, silent and +motionless, remained huddled together behind the rugged trunk of an oak +tree.</p> +<p>But they were still more affrighted when the spirits, thousands upon +thousands, took their places upon seats that were immense spiders, +toads with elephants, trunks, interlacing serpents, crocodiles standing +up on their tails and holding a band of spirits in their jaws, serpents +carrying more than thirty dwarfs, both men and women, seated astraddle +on their undulating bodies, and full a hundred thousand insects bigger +than Goliaths, armed with swords, spears, jagged scythes, forks with +seven tines, and every other kind of dreadful murdering implements. +They fought together with tremendous din, the strong devouring the +weak, growing fat upon them, and showing thus that Death is made from +Life and that Life is made from Death.</p> +<p>And from among this crowd of spirits, swarming, shifting, dense, +confused, there arose a noise like low <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb242" href="#pb242" name="pb242">242</a>]</span>thunder and a hundred +weavers’ looms, fullers and locksmiths all working together.</p> +<p>Suddenly appeared the spirits of the sap, short, squat, round about +the loins as big as the great Heidelberg tun, with thighs as big as +hogsheads, and muscles so marvellously strong and powerful that one +would have said their bodies were made up of large eggs and small eggs +joined to one another and covered with a red, oily skin, shining like +their sparse beard and their red hair; and they carried enormous +tankards filled with a strange liquor.</p> +<p>When the other spirits beheld them coming, a great tremor of joy ran +among them; trees and plants moved and shook, and the earth opened up +in cracks to drink.</p> +<p>And the spirits of the sap poured out the wine: and all things +incontinently budded, were green, flourished; the sward was full of +whispering insects, and the sky of birds and butterflies; the spirits +poured on and on, and those below received the wine as best they might: +the flower-maids, opening their mouths or leaping up upon their red +cupbearers, and kissing them to have more; some, clasping their hands +in sign of entreaty; others who, in ecstasy, let it rain over them; but +all greedy or parched, flying, standing, running or motionless, seeking +to have the wine, and more intensely alive with every drop they +attained to receiving. And there were no oldsters there, but ugly or +goodly, all were full of prime strength and keenest youth.</p> +<p>And they laughed, shouted, sang, pursuing one another upon the trees +like squirrels, in the air like birds, every male seeking his female +and under the skies of God falling to the holy deed of kind.</p> +<p>And the spirits of the sap brought to the king and the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb243" href="#pb243" name= +"pb243">243</a>]</span>queen the great cup full of their wine. And the +king and the queen drank and embraced one another.</p> +<p>Then the king, holding the queen in his arm, cast upon the trees, +the flowers and the spirits, the dregs of his cup and cried aloud:</p> +<p>“Glory to Life! Glory to the free Air! Glory to +Force!”</p> +<p>And all shouted:</p> +<p>“Glory to Nature! Glory to Force!”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel took Nele into his arms. Thus enlaced, a dance +began: a round circling dance like a dance of leaves that a whirlwind +swings together, where all was in motion, trees, plants, insects, +butterflies, heaven and earth, king and queen, flower-maidens, emperors +of mines, princes of stones, spirits of the waters, hunchback dwarfs, +men of the woods, lantern bearers, guardian spirits of the stars, and +the hundred thousand horrific insects mingling their spears, their +saw-edged scythes, their seven-pronged forks; a giddy dance, swaying +about in space and filling it, a dance in which the sun, the moon, the +planets, the stars, the wind, the clouds, all took part.</p> +<p>And the oak to which Nele and Ulenspiegel were clinging rolled with +the whirl, and Ulenspiegel said to Nele:</p> +<p>“Dear one, we are about to die.”</p> +<p>A spirit heard them and saw that they were mortals:</p> +<p>“Mankind,” he bawled, “mankind in this +place!”</p> +<p>And he wrenched them from the tree and flung them in the crowd.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel and Nele fell soft and limp on the backs of the +spirits, which bandied them about from one to another, saying: +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb244" href="#pb244" name= +"pb244">244</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Hail to mankind! Welcome be the earth worms! Who would have +the lad and lass? They come to visit us, the puny things.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel and Nele flew from one to another, crying:</p> +<p>“Mercy!”</p> +<p>But the spirits paid no heed, and both went fluttering, legs in air, +head down, turning and circling like feathers in the winter winds, +while the spirits said:</p> +<p>“Glory to the manlings male and female, let them dance like +us!”</p> +<p>The flower-maidens, wishing to sever Nele from Ulenspiegel, smote +her and would have killed her, had not King Springtide, staying the +dance with a gesture, cried out:</p> +<p>“Let these two lice be brought before me!”</p> +<p>And they were separated one from the other; and each flower-maiden +said, endeavouring to take Ulenspiegel from her rivals:</p> +<p>“Thyl, wouldst thou not die for me?”</p> +<p>“I will do so in a moment,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And the dwarf wood sprites that were carrying Nele said:</p> +<p>“Why art thou not a spirit like us, that we might take thee to +us!”</p> +<p>Nele answered:</p> +<p>“Have patience.”</p> +<p>Thus they arrived before the king’s throne; and they trembled +sore seeing his golden axe and his iron crown.</p> +<p>And he said to them:</p> +<p>“What are ye come hither to do, ye puny things?”</p> +<p>They made no answer. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb245" href= +"#pb245" name="pb245">245</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I know thee, witches’ shoot,” added the King, +“and thee too, sprout of the coalman; but having by the power of +spells achieved the deed of penetrating to this laboratory of Nature, +why have ye now your beaks locked like capons stuffed with +crumb?”</p> +<p>Nele trembled, looking at the terrible demon; but Ulenspiegel, +recovering his manly hardihood, replied:</p> +<p>“The ashes of Claes beat upon my heart. Divine Highness, death +goeth throughout the land of Flanders, mowing down, in the Pope’s +name, the strongest men, the sweetest women; her privileges are +destroyed, her charters abolished, famine gnaweth her, her weavers and +cloth merchants leave her to go to the foreigner seeking freedom for +their work. She will die soon if no one comes to her help. Highness, I +am but a poor mean fellow come into the world like any other, who have +lived as I could, imperfect, limited, ignorant, not virtuous, in no +wise chaste or deserving of any favour human or divine. But Soetkin +died of the effects of the torture and her grief, but Claes burned in a +terrible fire, and I was minded to avenge them, and did so once; I was +minded also to see this poor soil happier, this poor soil in which +their bones are sown, and I asked God for the death of the persecutors, +but he did not hearken to me nor heed me. Weary and sick of complaints, +I evoked thee by the potency of Katheline’s spell, and we come, I +and my trembling she-comrade, to thy feet, to ask you, Divine +Highnesses, to save this poor earth.”</p> +<p>The king and his spouse replied together:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Through war and through fire</p> +<p class="line">Through death, through the sword.</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Seek the Seven.</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb246" href="#pb246" name= +"pb246">246</a>]</span> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“In death and blood</p> +<p class="line">In ruin and tears,</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Find the Seven.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Foul, cruel, bad, deformed,</p> +<p class="line">Mere Scourge of the poor earth.</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Burn the Seven.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Wait, hear and see!</p> +<p class="line">Say, wretch, art thou not glad?</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Find the Seven.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">And all the spirits fell to chanting in unison:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“In death and blood,</p> +<p class="line">In ruin and tears</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Find the Seven.</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Wait, hear and see!</p> +<p class="line">Say, wretch, art thou not glad?</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Find the Seven.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">“But,” said Ulenspiegel, “Highness, +and ye, spirits, I understand not your talk. Ye make a mock of me, sans +doubt.”</p> +<p>But without heeding him they said:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line hangqq">“When the North</p> +<p class="line">Shall kiss the West</p> +<p class="line">Ruin shall end;</p> +<p class="line">Find thou the Seven</p> +<p class="line">The Girdle find!”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">And that with so tremendous a chorus and so +terrifically loud, strong, and sonorous that the earth trembled and the +heavens shivered. And the birds whistling, the owls bubbling, the +sparrows twittering in <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb247" href= +"#pb247" name="pb247">247</a>]</span>affright, the sea eagles +complaining, all flew round aghast. And the beasts of the earth, lions, +serpents, bears, stags, bucks, wolves, dogs, and cats roared, hissed, +belled, howled, barked, and mewed terribly.</p> +<p>And the spirits chanted:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Wait, hear and see,</p> +<p class="line">Love thou the Seven</p> +<p class="line">The Girdle love.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">And the cocks crowed, and all the spirits vanished +save one malicious emperor of mines who seizing Ulenspiegel and Nele +each by an arm, hurled them brutally out into the void.</p> +<p>They found themselves lying beside each other, as though for sleep, +and they shivered in the keen wind of the morning.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel saw the delicious body of Nele all gilded in the sun +that was then rising. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb249" href= +"#pb249" name="pb249">249</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div id="bk2" class="div0 book"><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb251" +href="#pb251" name="pb251">251</a>]</span> +<h2 id="xd20e6482" class="main">Book II</h2> +<div id="ch2.1" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6485" class="main">I</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On that morning, which was in September, Ulenspiegel +took his stick, three florins that Katheline gave him, a piece of +pig’s liver, and a slice of bread, and set out from Damme, going +in the direction of Antwerp, seeking the Seven. Nele was sleeping.</p> +<p>As he journeyed, he was followed by a dog that came sniffing about +him because of the liver, and leaped up on his legs. Ulenspiegel would +have driven him away, and seeing that the dog was determined to follow +him, addressed this discourse to him:</p> +<p>“Doggie, my dear, thou art but ill advised to leave the home +where good messes await thee, delicious scraps, and bones full of +marrow, to follow upon the road of adventure a vagabond fellow who +mayhap will not always have even roots to give thee for thy food. Be +guided by me, dog of no prudence, and go back to thine own <i lang= +"nl">baes</i>. Avoid the rains, snows, hails, drizzles, mists, +hoarfrosts, and other lean fare that fall upon the wanderer’s +back. Stay in the corner of the hearth, keeping thyself snug and warm, +rolled up into a ball before the gay fire; leave me to walk in the mud, +the dust, the cold, and the heat, roasted to-day, to-morrow frozen, +feasted on Friday, famished on Sunday. Thou wilt do a sensible thing if +thou dost return whence thou comest, dogling of small +experience.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb252" href="#pb252" +name="pb252">252</a>]</span></p> +<p>The animal did not appear to hear Ulenspiegel at all. Wagging his +tail and leaping all he could, he went barking for appetite’s +sake. Ulenspiegel thought it was for friendliness, but he never thought +of the liver he carried in his satchel.</p> +<p>He walked on; the dog followed him. Having thus gone more than a +league, they saw in the road a cart drawn by an ass hanging its head. +Upon a bank on the roadside there sat, between two clumps of thistles, +a big man holding in one hand a knuckle bone of mutton, which he was +gnawing, and in the other a flask whose juice he was draining. When he +was not in the act of eating or of drinking, he whimpered and wept.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel having stopped, the dog stopped likewise. Smelling the +mutton and the liver, he climbed up the bank. There, sitting on his +hindquarters beside the man, he pawed his doublet, that he might share +the feast, but the man, repulsing him with an elbow and holding the +knuckle bone high in air, groaned lamentably. The dog imitated him for +greedy longing. The ass, cross to find himself harnessed to the cart, +and so unable to reach the thistles, began to bray.</p> +<p>“What wouldst thou have, Jan?” asked the man of his +ass.</p> +<p>“Nothing,” answered Ulenspiegel, “except that he +would fain breakfast on these thistles that flourish beside you as they +grow on the roodscreen of Tessenderloo beside and above Monseigneur +Christ. That dog, too, would not be grieved to effect a wedlock of jaws +with the bone you have there; in the meanwhile, I am going to give him +the liver I have here.”</p> +<p>The liver having been devoured by the dog, the man looked at his +bone picked it again to have the meat <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb253" href="#pb253" name="pb253">253</a>]</span>that still remained +on it, then he gave it thus denuded of flesh to the dog, who, setting +his forepaws on it, began to crunch it on the grass.</p> +<p>Then the man looked at Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The latter knew Lamme Goedzak, of Damme.</p> +<p>“Lamme,” he said, “what dost thou here drinking, +eating, and whimpering? What trooper can have rudely dressed down your +ears?”</p> +<p>“Alas! my wife!” said Lamme.</p> +<p>He was on the point of emptying his wine flask, when Ulenspiegel put +his hand on his arm.</p> +<p>“Do not drink in this fashion,” said he, “for +drinking precipitately doth no benefit save to the kidneys. It were +better if this belonged to him that hath no bottle.”</p> +<p>“You say well,” said Lamme, “but will you drink +any better?” And he proffered him the flask.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel took it, lifted up his elbow, then, returning the +flask:</p> +<p>“Call me Spaniard,” said he, “if there is enough +left to moisten a sparrow.”</p> +<p>Lamme looked at the flask, and without ceasing to whine, groped in +his satchel, pulled out another flask and a piece of sausage which he +began to cut in slices and chew in melancholy fashion.</p> +<p>“Dost thou never stop eating, Lamme?” asked +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Often, my son,” replied Lamme, “but it is to +drive away my mournful thoughts. Where art thou, wife?” said he, +wiping away a tear.</p> +<p>And he cut off ten slices of sausage.</p> +<p>“Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel, “do not eat so fast and +without a thought of compassion for the poor pilgrim.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb254" href="#pb254" name= +"pb254">254</a>]</span></p> +<p>Lamme, still weeping, gave him four slices and Ulenspiegel eating +them was moved and softened by their delicious flavour.</p> +<p>But Lamme, weeping and eating without ceasing, said:</p> +<p>“My wife, my good, dear wife! How sweet and shapely she was of +her body, light as a butterfly, bright and swift as lightning, singing +like a lark! Too well, however, loved she to clothe herself with fine +adornments. Alas! they became her so well! But the flowers themselves +have also a rich array. If you had seen, my son, her little hands so +light for caressing, never would you have allowed them to touch pan or +pot. The kitchen fire would have blackened their colour that was clear +and bright as the day itself. And what eyes! I melted with love merely +to look at them.—Take a draught of wine. I shall drink after you. +Ah! if only she be not dead! Thyl, I kept all the work of my house for +myself, so as to spare her the smallest task; I swept the house, I made +the nuptial bed on which she lay down at night weary with idleness and +comfort; I washed the dishes and the linen which I ironed +myself.—Eat, Thyl, it is from Ghent, this sausage.—Often +having gone out a walking she came back late for dinner, but it was so +great a joy for me to see her that I never ventured to scold her, happy +when, pouting, she did not turn her back to me at night. I have lost +all.—Drink of this wine, it is a Brussels vintage, made in the +same way as Burgundy.”</p> +<p>“Why did she go away?” asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Do I know that, I?” went on Lamme Goedzak. “Where +are the days when I used to go to her home, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb255" href="#pb255" name= +"pb255">255</a>]</span>hoping to marry her, and she fled from me for +love or fear? If she had her arms bare, lovely round white arms, and +saw me looking at them, all at once she would pull down her sleeves +over them. At other times she would give herself to my caresses, and I +could kiss her lovely eyes, which she shut for me, and the wide firm +nape of her neck; then she would shiver, utter little cries, and +throwing her head back, hit my nose with it. And she would laugh when I +said ‘oh!’ and I would beat her in lover fashion, and there +was nothing between us but games and laughter.—Thyl, is there any +wine still left in the flask?”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Lamme drank and went on with his discourse:</p> +<p>“At other times, more loving, she would fling both arms about +my neck and say to me, ‘How handsome you are!’ and she +would kiss me gamesomely and a hundred times together, on my cheek or +my forehead but never on the mouth, and when I asked her whence came +this great reserve in so extended a license, she went running to take +from a tankard on a chest a doll clad in silk and pearls, and said, +shaking and dandling it: ‘I don’t want this.’ +Doubtless her mother, to keep her virtue safe, had told her that babies +are made by the mouth. Ah! sweet moments! tender caresses! Thyl, see if +you cannot find a little ham in the pouch of this bag.”</p> +<p>“Half of one,” replied Ulenspiegel, giving it to Lamme, +who ate it all every bit.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel watched him doing so, and said:</p> +<p>“This ham doth me great good in my stomach.”</p> +<p>“To me also,” said Lamme, picking his teeth with his +nails. “But I shall never again see my darling; <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb256" href="#pb256" name="pb256">256</a>]</span>she +has fled from Damme; would you seek her with me in my cart?”</p> +<p>“I will,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“But,” said Lamme, “is there nothing at all left +in the flask?”</p> +<p>“Nothing at all,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And they got up into the cart, drawn by the donkey, who sounded in +melancholy wise the bray of departure.</p> +<p>As for the dog, he had gone off, well fed and filled, without saying +a word.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.2" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6582" class="main">II</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">While the cart rolled along upon a dyke between the +canal and a pond, Ulenspiegel, in deep thought, caressed the ashes of +Claes on his breast. He asked himself if the vision was false or true, +if those spirits had mocked him or if they had by riddles told him what +in good sooth he must find to make the land of his fathers happy.</p> +<p>Vainly groping for the interpretation, he could not discover what +the Seven and the Girdle meant.</p> +<p>Thinking upon the dead Emperor, the living King, the Lady Governor, +the Pope of Rome, the Grand Inquisitor, the General of the Jesuits, he +found in these six great tormentors of the country whom he would gladly +have burned alive. But he thought it was not they, for they were too +easy to burn, so the Seven must be elsewhere.</p> +<p>And in his own mind he was always repeating:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line">When the North</p> +<p class="line">Shall kiss the West,</p> +<p class="line">Ruin shall end,</p> +<p class="line">Love thou the Seven,</p> +<p class="line">The Girdle Love.</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb257" href="#pb257" name= +"pb257">257</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Alas!” said he to himself, “in death, blood, and +tears, find seven, burn seven, love seven! My poor wit fails, for who +then burns what he loves?”</p> +<p>The cart having already swallowed up a long stretch of the road, +they heard a noise of feet on the sandy earth, and a voice singing:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Good travellers, saw you him, I pray,</p> +<p class="line">My wild lost lover gone astray?</p> +<p class="line">He roams at random here and there,</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Saw you him, pray?</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“As lamb by eagle of the air</p> +<p class="line">He bore my heedless heart away:</p> +<p class="line">A man whose face shows little hair.</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Saw you him, pray?</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“When he is met, that Nele with care</p> +<p class="line">And toil is very weary, say,</p> +<p class="line">Beloved Thyl, where dost delay?</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Saw you him, pray?</p> +</div> +<div class="lg"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Does he not know the dove’s +despair</p> +<p class="line">What time her mate abroad doth stay?</p> +<p class="line">Much more a faithful heart must bear.</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">Saw you him, pray?”</p> +</div> +</div> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel smote upon Lamme’s paunch and said +to him:</p> +<p>“Hold thy breath, big belly.”</p> +<p>“Alas!” answered Lamme, “that is a hard thing for +a man of my corpulence!”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, paying him no heed, hid behind the <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb258" href="#pb258" name="pb258">258</a>]</span>tilt +of the cart, and imitating the voice of a wheezy fellow lilting after +drinking, he sang:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line hangqq">“Thy wild lover I saw, I say,</p> +<p class="line">Within an old worm-eaten shay</p> +<p class="line">Beside a glutton one fine day,</p> +<p class="line xd20e6403">I saw, I say.”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">“Thyl,” said Lamme, “thou hast an +ill tongue this morning.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, without listening to him, thrust his head out through +the opening of the tilt and said:</p> +<p>“Nele, do you not know me?”</p> +<p>She, seized with fear, weeping and laughing at the same time, for +her cheeks were all wet, said to him:</p> +<p>“I see you, nasty traitor!”</p> +<p>“Nele,” said Ulenspiegel, “if you want to beat me +I have a yard stick in here. It is heavy to make the strokes sink well +in and knotty to make them leave their mark.”</p> +<p>“Thyl,” said Nele, “art thou going towards the +Seven?”</p> +<p>“Aye,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Nele was carrying a satchel that looked ready to burst; it was so +full.</p> +<p>“Thyl,” she said, holding it up to him, “I thought +it was unwholesome for a man to travel without taking with him a good +fat goose, a ham, and Ghent sausages. And you must eat this in +remembrance of me.”</p> +<p>As Ulenspiegel was looking at Nele and not at all thinking of taking +the satchel, Lamme thrust out his head through another hole in the +canvas and said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb259" href="#pb259" +name="pb259">259</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Forethinking damsel, if he does not accept, it is but in +forgetfulness; but give me that ham, give me that goose, tender me +those sausages; I shall keep them for him.”</p> +<p>“What,” said Nele, “is this good +moonface?”</p> +<p>“That,” said Ulenspiegel, “is a victim of +marriage, who, devoured by sorrow, would wither away like an apple in +the oven, if he did not recuperate his strength with constant +nourishment.”</p> +<p>“Thou hast said the truth, son,” sighed Lamme.</p> +<p>The sun, which was shining strong, burned and scorched Nele’s +head. She covered herself up with her apron. Wishing to be alone with +her, Ulenspiegel said to Lamme:</p> +<p>“Seest thou that woman wandering yonder in the +meadow?”</p> +<p>“I see her,” said Lamme.</p> +<p>“Dost thou recognize her?”</p> +<p>“Ah, me!” said Lamme, “could it be my wife? She is +not clad like a townswoman.”</p> +<p>“Thou doubtest still, blind mole,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“If it were not she?” said Lamme.</p> +<p>“Thou wouldst lose nothing by going; on the left there, +towards the north, there is a <i lang="nl">kaberdoesje</i> where thou +wilt find good <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>. We shall go thither to join +thee. And here is ham to salt thy natural thirst withal.”</p> +<p>Lamme, getting out of the cart, ran quickly towards the woman that +was in the meadow.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said to Nele:</p> +<p>“Why do you not come beside me?”</p> +<p>Then, helping her to get up into the cart, he made her sit beside +him, took the apron from about her head <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb260" href="#pb260" name="pb260">260</a>]</span>and the cloak from +her shoulders: then giving her a hundred kisses, he said:</p> +<p>“Whither wert thou going, my beloved?”</p> +<p>She answered no word, but she seemed all entranced in ecstasy. And +Ulenspiegel, transported even as she, said to her:</p> +<p>“So thou art here, indeed! The sweetbriar roses in the hedges +have not the lovely redness of your fresh skin. You are no queen, but +let me make you a crown of kisses. Darling arms, all soft, all rosy, +that Love himself made all on purpose for kissing! Ah, beloved maid, +will not my rugged man’s hands wither that shoulder? The light +butterfly settles on the crimson carnation, but can I rest on your +dazzling whiteness without withering it, clumsy lout that I am? God is +in his heaven, the king upon his throne, and the sun is aloft, +triumphing; but am I God, the king, or sunlight, to be so near you? Oh, +hair softer than flossy silk! Nele, I strike, I rend, I tear to pieces! +But do not be afraid, my love. Thy darling little foot! How comes it to +be so white! Has it been bathed in milk?”</p> +<p>She would fain have risen.</p> +<p>“What fearest thou?” said Ulenspiegel. “’Tis +not the sun that shineth on us and paints thee all in gold. Lower not +thine eyes. See in mine what a lovely fire he lighteth there. Listen, +beloved; hear, my darling; it is the silent hour of noon; the peasant +is in his home feeding on his soup, shall not we feed upon love? Why +have not I a thousand years to pluck one by one on thy knees like a +string of pearls from the Indies!”</p> +<p>“Golden tongue!” said she. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb261" href="#pb261" name="pb261">261</a>]</span></p> +<p>And Master Sun blazed through the white canvas of the cart, and a +lark sang above the clover, and Nele drooped her head upon +Ulenspiegel’s shoulder.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.3" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6747" class="main">III</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Meanwhile Lamme came back sweating big drops of +perspiration, and puffing and blowing like a dolphin.</p> +<p>“Alas!” he said, “I was born under an ill star. +After I had to run hard to come up with that woman, who was not my wife +and who was old, I saw by her face that she was full forty-five years +of age, and by her headdress that she had never been married. She asked +me tartly what I was coming to do among the clover with my paunch.</p> +<p>“‘I am looking for my wife, who has left me,’ I +replied with all gentleness, ‘and taking you for her, I came +hastening towards you.’</p> +<p>“At that word the old maid told me I had nothing to do but to +go back whence I had come, and that if my wife had left me, she had +done right, seeing that all men were scoundrels, heretics, disloyal, +poisoners, deceiving poor maids despite even their ripe years, and that +anyhow she would make her dog eat me if I did not make myself scarce as +quickly as possible.</p> +<p>“I did so, though not without apprehension; for I could see a +huge mastiff lying growling at her feet. When I had cleared the +boundary of her field, I sat down and to restore myself I bit into your +piece of ham you gave me. I was at that moment between two patches of +clover; suddenly I heard a noise behind me, and turning round, I saw +the old girl’s big <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb262" href= +"#pb262" name="pb262">262</a>]</span>mastiff, not threatening now, but +wagging his tail to and fro with amiability and appetite. It was my ham +he was sharp set against. So I gave him a few little pieces, when his +mistress came up, and she cried out:</p> +<p>“‘Seize the fellow! seize him, put your teeth in him, my +son!’</p> +<p>“And I started to run, and the big mastiff at my stockings, +and he took a piece of them and the flesh with it. But being angered +with the pain of this, turning round on him I fetched him such a sour +blow of my stick on his front paws that I broke at least one of them +for him. He fell, crying out in his dog’s speech +‘mercy,’ which I accorded him. Meanwhile, his mistress was +throwing clods of earth at me for want of stones. And I ran.</p> +<p>“Alas! is it not cruel and unjust that because a girl had not +enough beauty to find a man to marry her, she should take revenge on +poor innocent folk like myself?</p> +<p>“I went away all melancholy to the <i lang= +"nl">kaberdoesje</i> that you had pointed out to me, hoping to find +there the <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i> of consolation, were it but one +quart or half a dozen. But I was deceived, for when I went within I saw +a man and a woman and they fighting. I asked them to be so good as to +interrupt their battle to give me a pot of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>, +were it one quart or half a dozen; but the woman, a regular <i lang= +"nl">stokfisch</i>, in a fury, answered that if I did not be off from +there as quickly as possible she would make me swallow the sabot with +which she was beating her husband over the head. And so, my friend, +here I am, sweating sore and sore wearied. Have you not anything to +eat?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb263" href="#pb263" name= +"pb263">263</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“At last!” said Lamme.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.4" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6788" class="main">IV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Thus re-united, they went on their way together. The +donkey, laying back his ears, pulled the cart along.</p> +<p>“Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel, “here be we four food +comrades: the ass, the beast of the good God, feeding on chance-found +thistles along the meadows; thou, good belly, seeking her that fled +from thee; she, sweet girl beloved, tender hearted, finding one that is +not worthy of her, I mean myself the fourth.</p> +<p>“Now, then, my children, courage! the leaves are yellowing and +the skies will be more gorgeous, for soon will Master Sun go to rest +amid the autumnal mists, winter will come, the image and likeness of +death, covering with snowy shrouds those that sleep beneath our feet, +and I shall be trudging it for the happiness of the land of our +fathers. Poor dead ones; Soetkin who didst die of grief; Claes that +diedst in the fire; oak of goodness and ivy of love, I, your seedling, +I suffer greatly and I shall avenge you, beloved ashes that beat upon +my breast.”</p> +<p>Lamme said:</p> +<p>“We must not weep those that die for justice’s +sake.”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel remained rapt in thought; all at once he said:</p> +<p>“This, Nele, is the hour of farewell, for a long long time, +and never again, it may be, shall I look on thy sweet face.”</p> +<p>Nele, looking at him with her eyes gleaming like stars:</p> +<p>“Why,” said she, “why do you not leave this cart +to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb264" href="#pb264" name= +"pb264">264</a>]</span>come with me into the forest where you would +find good and dainty things to eat; for I know the plants and how to +call the birds to me?”</p> +<p>“Damsel,” said Lamme, “’tis ill done of thee +to seek to stop Ulenspiegel in the way, for he must look for the Seven +and help me to find my wife again.”</p> +<p>“Not yet,” said Nele; and she wept, laughing tenderly +through her tears upon her friend Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>He, seeing this, answered him:</p> +<p>“Your wife, you will always find her soon enough, when you +want to seek a new sorrow.”</p> +<p>“Thyl,” said Lamme, “wilt thou leave me thus alone +in my cart for this damsel? Thou dost not answer and art thinking of +the forest, where the Seven are not, nor my wife, either. Let us rather +seek her along this stone paven road on which carts go so well and +handily.”</p> +<p>“Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel, “you have a full +satchel in the cart, you will not therefore die of hunger if you go +without me from here to <span class="corr" id="xd20e6823" title= +"Source: Koelkerke">Koolkerke</span>, where I shall join you again. You +must be alone there, for there you will know towards which point of the +compass you must direct yourself in order to find your wife again. +Listen and hearken. You will go at once with your cart to <span class= +"corr" id="xd20e6826" title="Source: Koelkerke">Koolkerke</span>, three +leagues away, the cool church, so named because like many others it is +beaten upon by the four winds all at once. Upon the spire there is a +vane shapen like a cock and swinging to all the winds on its rusty +hinges. It is the screeching of these hinges that indicates to poor men +that have lost their lovers the way they must follow to find them +again. But first they must strike each wall seven times with a hazel +wand. If the hinges cry out when the wind <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb265" href="#pb265" name="pb265">265</a>]</span>blows from the north, +that is the direction in which you must go, but prudently, for the +northern wind is a wind of war; if from the south, go lightly thither, +it is a love wind; if from the east, run along full speed, it is gaiety +and light; if from the west, go softly, it is the wind of rain and +tears. Go, Lamme, go to <span class="corr" id="xd20e6831" title= +"Source: Koelkerke">Koolkerke</span>, and wait for me there.”</p> +<p>“I go thither,” said Lamme.</p> +<p>And he set off in his cart.</p> +<p>While Lamme was trundling towards <span class="corr" id="xd20e6840" +title="Source: Koelkerke">Koolkerke</span>, the wind, which was both +high and warm, drove like a flock of sheep in the sky the gray clouds +drifting in bands; the trees complained like the waves of a swelling +sea. Ulenspiegel and Nele were now a long while in the forest alone +together. Ulenspiegel was hungry, and Nele looked for roots that were +good to eat, and found nothing but the kisses her friend gave her, and +acorns.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, having laid down snares, whistled to call the birds +down, in order to catch and cook any that might come. A nightingale +settled on a leafy branch close to Nele; she did not catch it, for she +wished to leave it to sing; a warbler came, and she had pity on it, +because it was so pretty and proud in its air; then came a lark, but +Nele told it it would do better to fly away into the heights of the sky +and sing a hymn to Nature, than to come stupidly to struggle on the +murderous point of a spit.</p> +<p>And she said the truth, for in the meantime Ulenspiegel had lighted +a clear fire and cut a wooden spit that only awaited its victims.</p> +<p>But no more birds came now, except a few evil ravens that croaked a +long way up over their heads. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb266" +href="#pb266" name="pb266">266</a>]</span></p> +<p>And so Ulenspiegel did not eat at all.</p> +<p>Now the time had come when Nele must go away and return to +Katheline. And she went weeping, and Ulenspiegel from afar off watched +her go.</p> +<p>But she came back, and flinging herself on his neck:</p> +<p>“I am going,” she said.</p> +<p>Then she went a few steps, came back again, saying once more:</p> +<p>“I am going.”</p> +<p>And thus twenty times and more over and over.</p> +<p>Then she went indeed, and Ulenspiegel remained alone. He set off +then to go and find Lamme.</p> +<p>When he came up with him, he found him sitting at the foot of the +tower, with a great pot of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i> between his legs +and nibbling most melancholy-wise at a hazel wand.</p> +<p>“Ulenspiegel,” said he, “I think you but sent me +here that you might be alone with the damsel; I smote as you bade me, +seven times with the hazel wand on each wall of the tower, and though +the wind is blowing like the devil, the hinges have not made a +sound.”</p> +<p>“Without doubt, then, they must have been oiled,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Then they went away in the direction of the Duchy of Brabant.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.5" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6880" class="main">V</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">King Philip, dark and gloomy, dabbled with paper with +no respite all day long, and even by night, and scribbled over papers +and parchments. To them he confided the thoughts of his hard heart. +Loving no man in his life, knowing that no man loved him, fain +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb267" href="#pb267" name= +"pb267">267</a>]</span>to bear his immense empire alone, a dolorous +Atlas, he bowed beneath the burden. Phlegmatic and melancholy of +temperament, his excessive toil devoured his weak body. Detesting every +bright or merry face, he had conceived hatred for our country because +of its gaiety; for our traders because of their wealth; for our nobles +because of their free speech, frank ways and manners, the sanguine +mettlesomeness of their gallant joviality. He knew, for he had been +told, that long before Cardinal de Cousa had indicted the abuses of the +Church and preached the need for reforms, the revolt against the Pope +and the Romish Church, having been manifested throughout our country +under different kinds of sect, was in every head like boiling water in +a tight shut kettle.</p> +<p>Obstinate and mulish, he thought that his will ought to lie heavy on +the whole world like the will of God; he desired that our countries, +little used to ways of servile obedience, should bow beneath the old +yoke without obtaining any reform. He wanted his Holy Mother the +Catholic Church, Apostolic and Roman, to be one, entire and universal +with neither modification nor change, and with no other grounds for +wanting this except that he did want it so. Acting in this like an +unreasonable woman, tossing and turning by night on his bed as though a +couch of thorns, incessantly tormented by his thoughts.</p> +<p>“Yea, Master Saint Philip, yea, Lord God, were I to be forced +to make of the Low Countries a common grave and throw into it all the +inhabitants, they shall come back to you, my blessed patron, and to +you, Madame Virgin Mary, and to you, all ye Saints of Paradise.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb268" href="#pb268" name= +"pb268">268</a>]</span></p> +<p>And he sought to do even as he said, and thus he was more Roman than +the Pope and more Catholic than the councils.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel and Lamme, and the people of Flanders and the Low +Countries, full of anguish, imagined that they could see from far +within the gloomy haunt of the Escurial, that crowned spider, with long +legs and open claws, spreading out his web to entangle them around and +suck the best of their heart’s blood.</p> +<p>Although the Papal Inquisition had, under the reign of Charles, +killed at the stake, by burying alive, and by the rope, a hundred +thousand Christians; though the goods of the poor condemned folk had +found their way into the coffers of the Emperor and the King, as the +rain flows into the drain, Philip deemed that it was insufficient; he +imposed new bishops upon the country and proposed to introduce into it +the Spanish Inquisition.</p> +<p>And the town heralds everywhere read out to the sound of trump and +tambourine proclamations decreeing to all heretics, men and women and +girls, death by fire to those who did not abjure their error, by the +rope to those who should abjure. Women and girls would be buried alive, +and the executioner should dance upon their bodies.</p> +<p>And the flame of resistance ran throughout the whole land.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.6" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6902" class="main">VI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The fifth of April, before Easter Day, the lords Count +Louis of Nassau, Culembourg, and Brederode, the Drinking Hercules, +entered with three hundred other <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb269" +href="#pb269" name="pb269">269</a>]</span>gentlemen of birth into the +Court of Brussels, to the Duchess of Parma, the Lady Governor. Going in +ordered ranks of four, they went in this way up the great stair of the +palace.</p> +<p>Being in the chamber where Madame was they presented to her a +request in which they asked her to seek to obtain from King Philip the +rescinding of the proclamations touching upon religion and also of the +Spanish Inquisition, declaring that within our roused and discontented +country there could result from it only troubles, ruins, and universal +distress.</p> +<p>And this request was termed <span class="sc">The +Compromise</span>.</p> +<p>Berlaymont, who later was so treacherous and so cruel to the land of +his fathers, was standing beside Her Highness, and said to her, mocking +at the poverty of certain of the confederated nobles:</p> +<p>“Madame, fear nothing, they are nothing but +beggars.”</p> +<p>Meaning thus that these nobles had ruined themselves in the +king’s service or else in trying to match the Spanish lords by +their sumptuous display.</p> +<p>To turn to scorn the speech of the Sieur de Berlaymont, the lords +declared afterwards that they “held it an honour to be esteemed +and called beggars for the king’s service and the good of these +lands.”</p> +<p>They began to wear a gold medallion about their neck, having the +king’s effigy on one side and on the other two hands locked and +passing through a beggar’s wallet, with these words: +“Faithful to the king even unto the beggar’s wallet.” +They wore also in their hats and bonnets little gold jewels in the +shape of beggars’ bowls and beggars’ hats. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb270" href="#pb270" name="pb270">270</a>]</span></p> +<p>Meanwhile, Lamme was taking his paunch throughout the whole town, +looking for his wife and not finding her.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.7" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e6929" class="main">VII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel said to him one morning:</p> +<p>“Follow me: we are going to pay our respects to a high, noble, +powerful, and redoubted personage.”</p> +<p>“Will he tell me where my wife is?” asked Lamme.</p> +<p>“If he knows,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And they went to call on Brederode, the Drinking Hercules. He was in +the courtyard of his house.</p> +<p>“What wouldst thou with me?” he asked of +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“To speak with you, Monseigneur,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Speak,” replied Brederode.</p> +<p>“You,” said Ulenspiegel, “are a goodly, valiant, +and mighty lord. You strangled, once long ago, a Frenchman within his +cuirass like a mussel in its shell: but if you are mighty and valiant, +you are also of good counsel. Why, then, do you wear this medal on +which I read ‘Faithful to the king even unto the beggar’s +wallet?’”</p> +<p>“Aye,” asked Lamme, “why, Monseigneur?”</p> +<p>But Brederode made no reply whatever and looked hard at Ulenspiegel. +The latter continued:</p> +<p>“Why are you, you noble lords, fain to be faithful to the king +even to the wallet? Is it for the great good he wills you, for the +goodly amity he bears you? Why, instead of being faithful to him unto +the wallet, why do ye not make it so that the despoiled tormentor of +his countries should be ever faithful to the beggar’s +wallet?” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb271" href="#pb271" name= +"pb271">271</a>]</span></p> +<p>And Lamme nodded his head in sign of assent.</p> +<p>Brederode looked at Ulenspiegel with his keen glance and smiled, +seeing his friendly open mien.</p> +<p>“If thou art not,” said he, “a spy of King +Philip’s, thou art a good Fleming, and I shall reward thee for +either case.”</p> +<p>He brought him along, Lamme following, into his office. There, +pulling his ear till the blood came:</p> +<p>“That,” he said, “is for the spy.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel uttered no cry.</p> +<p>“Bring,” he said to his cellarer, “bring that +kettle of wine with cinnamon.”</p> +<p>The cellarer brought the kettle and a great tankard of mulled wine +perfuming the air.</p> +<p>“Drink,” said Brederode to Ulenspiegel; “this is +for the good Fleming.”</p> +<p>“Ah!” said Ulenspiegel, “good Flemish, lovely +cinnamon speech, the saints speak not its like.”</p> +<p>Then having drunk the half of the wine, he passed the other half to +Lamme.</p> +<p>“Who is he?” said Brederode, “this big-bellied +<i lang="nl">papzak</i> who is rewarded without having done +anything?”</p> +<p>“This,” answered Ulenspiegel, “is my friend Lamme, +who every time he drinks wine mulled imagines he is going to find his +wife again.”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said Lamme, draining the wine from the tankard +with devout zeal.</p> +<p>“Whither go ye as now?” asked Brederode.</p> +<p>“We are going,” answered Ulenspiegel, “in search +of the Seven that shall save the land of Flanders.”</p> +<p>“What Seven?” asked Brederode.</p> +<p>“When I have found them, I shall tell you what they +are,” answered Ulenspiegel. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb272" +href="#pb272" name="pb272">272</a>]</span></p> +<p>But Lamme, all merry disposed from having drunk:</p> +<p>“Thyl,” said he, “if we were to go to the moon to +look for my wife?”</p> +<p>“Order the ladder,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>In May, the month of greenery, Ulenspiegel said to Lamme:</p> +<p>“Lo the lovely month of May! Ah! the clear sky of blue, the +happy swallows; see the branches on the trees ruddy with sap, the earth +is in love. ’Tis the moment to hang and burn for religion. They +are there, the dear little inquisitors. What noble countenances! They +have all power to correct, to punish, to degrade, to hand over to the +secular judges, to have their prisons. Ah, the lovely month of +May!—to arrest the person, to conduct law suits without adhering +to the customary forms of justice, to burn, hang, behead, and dig for +poor women and girls the grave of premature death. The finches sing in +the trees. The good inquisitors have their eye on the rich. And the +king shall be heir. Go, damsels, dance in the meadows to the sound of +pipes and shawms. Oh! the lovely month of May!”</p> +<p>The ashes of Claes beat upon the breast of Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Let us on,” he said to Lamme. “Happy they that +will keep an upright heart, and the sword aloft in the black days that +are to come!”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.8" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7014" class="main">VIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel passed, one day in the month of August, in +the rue de Flandre at Brussels, before the house of Jean +Sapermillemente, so called because his paternal grandsire when angry +used to swear in this fashion as so <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb273" href="#pb273" name="pb273">273</a>]</span>to avoid blaspheming +the most holy name of God. The said Sapermillemente was a master +broiderer by trade; but having grown deaf and blind by dint of +drinking, his wife, an old gossip with a sour face, broidered in his +stead the coats, doublets, cloaks, and shoes of the lords. Her pretty +young daughter helped her in this well-paid work.</p> +<p>Passing before the aforesaid house in the last hours of daylight, +Ulenspiegel saw the girl at the window and heard her crying aloud:</p> +<div class="lgouter"> +<p class="line hangqq">“August, August</p> +<p class="line">Tell me, sweet month,</p> +<p class="line">ho will take me to wife,</p> +<p class="line">Tell me, sweet month?”</p> +</div> +<p class="first">“I will,” said Ulenspiegel, “if you +like.”</p> +<p>“Thou?” said she. “Come nearer that I may see +thee.” But he:</p> +<p>“Whence comes it that you are calling in August what the +Brabant girls call on the Eve of March?”</p> +<p>“Those girls,” she said, “have only one month to +give them a husband; I have twelve, and on the eve of each, not at +midnight but for six hours up to midnight, I jump out of my bed, I take +three steps backwards towards the window, I cry what you have heard; +then returning, I take three steps backwards towards the bed, and at +midnight, going to bed, I fall asleep, dreaming of the husband I shall +have. But the months, the sweet months, being mockers by nature, +’tis not of one husband I dream now, but of twelve together; you +shall be the thirteenth if you will.”</p> +<p>“The others would be jealous,” answered Ulenspiegel. +“You cry also ‘Deliverance’.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb274" href="#pb274" name="pb274">274</a>]</span></p> +<p>The girl answered, blushing:</p> +<p>“I cry ‘Deliverance’ and know what I ask +for.”</p> +<p>“I know, too, and I am bringing it to you,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“You must wait,” said she, smiling and showing her white +teeth.</p> +<p>“Wait,” said Ulenspiegel, “nay. A house may fall +on my head, a gust of wind might blow me into a ditch, a mad pug might +bite me in the leg; nay, I shall not wait.”</p> +<p>“I am too young,” said she, “and only cry this for +custom’s sake.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel became suspicious, thinking that it is on the Eve of +March and not of the corn month that the Brabant girls cry to have a +husband.</p> +<p>She said, smiling:</p> +<p>“I am too young and only cry this for the sake of the old +custom.”</p> +<p>“Will you wait till you are too old?” answered +Ulenspiegel. “That is bad arithmetic. Never have I seen a neck so +round, or whiter breasts, Flemish breasts full of that good milk that +makes men.”</p> +<p>“Full?” said she, “not yet, Traveller in a +hurry.”</p> +<p>“Wait,” repeated Ulenspiegel. “Must I have no +teeth left to eat you raw with, darling? You do not answer, you smile +with your eyes clear brown and your lips red as cherries.”</p> +<p>The girl, looking craftily at him, replied:</p> +<p>“Why dost thou love me so quickly? What is thy trade? Art thou +beggar, art thou rich?”</p> +<p>“A beggar,” said he, “am I, and rich at the same +time, if you give me your darling self.”</p> +<p>She replied: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb275" href="#pb275" +name="pb275">275</a>]</span></p> +<p>“That is not what I want to know. Dost thou go to mass? Art +thou a good Christian? Where dost thou dwell? Wouldst thou dare to say +that thou art a Beggar, a true blue Beggar resisting the proclamations +and the Inquisition?”</p> +<p>The ashes of Claes beat upon Ulenspiegel’s breast.</p> +<p>“I am a Beggar,” said he, “I would fain see dead +and eaten by worms the oppressors of the Low Countries. Thou lookest on +me confounded and astonied. This fire of love that burns for thee, +darling, is the fire of youth. God lighted it; it flames as the sun +shines, until it dieth down. But the fire of vengeance that broodeth in +my heart, God lit that as well. It will be the sword, the fire, the +rope, conflagration, devastation, war, and ruin to the +murderers.”</p> +<p>“Thou art goodly,” said she, sadly, kissing him on both +cheeks, “but hold thy peace.”</p> +<p>“Why dost thou weep?” answered he.</p> +<p>“You must always,” she said, “watch here and +elsewhere wherever you are.”</p> +<p>“Have these walls ears?” asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“No ears but mine,” said she.</p> +<p>“Carven by love, I will stop them with a kiss.”</p> +<p>“Mad lover, listen to me when I speak to you.”</p> +<p>“Why? what have you to say to me?”</p> +<p>“Listen to me,” she said, impatient. “Here comes +my mother.... Hold your tongue, hold your peace above all things before +her....”</p> +<p>The old Sapermillemente woman came in. Ulenspiegel studied her.</p> +<p>“Muzzle full of holes like a skimming ladle,” said he to +himself, “eyes with a hard false look, mouth that would laugh and +grimace, you make me curious.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb276" href="#pb276" name="pb276">276</a>]</span></p> +<p>“God be with you, Messire,” said the old woman, +“be with you without ceasing. I have received moneys, Daughter, +good moneys from Messire d’Egmont when I took him his cloak on +which I had embroidered the fool’s bauble. Yes, Messire, the +fool’s bauble against the Red Dog.”</p> +<p>“The Cardinal de Granvelle?” asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Aye,” said she, “against the Red Dog. It is said +that he denounces their doings to the King; they would fain bring him +to death. They are right, are they not?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel answered not a word.</p> +<p>“You have not seen them in the streets clad in a gray doublet +and <i lang="nl">opperst-kleed</i>, gray as the common folk wear them, +and the long hanging sleeves and their monks’ hoods and on all +the <i lang="nl">opperst-kleederen</i> the fool’s bauble +embroidered. I made at least twenty-seven and my daughter fifteen. That +incensed the Red Dog to see these baubles.”</p> +<p>Then speaking in Ulenspiegel’s ear:</p> +<p>“I know that the lords have decided to replace the bauble by a +sheaf of corn in sign of unity. Aye, aye, they mean to struggle against +the king and the Inquisition. It is well done of them, is it not, +Messire?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel made no answer.</p> +<p>“The stranger lord is melancholy,” said the old woman; +“he has his mouth tight shut all of a sudden.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said not a word and went out.</p> +<p>Presently he went into a gaffhouse so as not to forget to drink. The +gaff was full of drinkers speaking imprudently of the king, of the +detested proclamations, of the Inquisition and of the Red Dog who must +be forced to leave the country. He saw the old woman, all in rags, and +seeming to doze beside a pint of brandy. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb277" href="#pb277" name="pb277">277</a>]</span>She remained like +that for a long time; then he saw her taking a little platter out of +her pocket, asking money, especially from those who spoke the most +incautiously.</p> +<p>And the men gave her florins, deniers, and patards, and without +stinginess.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, hoping to learn from the girl what the old +Sapermillemente woman did not say to him, passed before the house +again; he saw the girl who was not crying out her rhyme any more, but +smiled at him and winked her eye, a sweet promise.</p> +<p>All on a sudden the old woman came back after him.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, angry to see her, ran like a stag into the street +crying out: “<span lang="nl">’T brandt! ’t +brandt!</span> Fire! Fire!” till he came before the house of the +baker Jacob Pietersen. The front, glazed in the German fashion, was +flaming red to the sunset. A thick smoke, the smoke of faggots turning +to red coals in the furnace, was pouring out of the bakehouse chimney. +Ulenspiegel never ceased to cry as he ran: “<span lang= +"nl">’T brandt, ’t brandt</span>,” and pointed out +Jacob Pietersen’s house. The crowd, gathering in front of it, saw +the red windows, the thick smoke, and cried like Ulenspiegel: +“<span lang="nl">’T brandt, ’t brandt</span>, it +burns! it burns!” The watchman on Notre Dame de la Chapelle blew +his trumpet while the beadle rang the bell called Wacharm in full peal. +And lads and lasses ran up in swarms, singing and whistling.</p> +<p>The bell and the trumpet still sounding, the old Sapermillemente +woman picked up her heels and went off.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel was watching her. When she was far away, he came into +the house. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb278" href="#pb278" name= +"pb278">278</a>]</span></p> +<p>“You here!” said the girl; “is there not a fire +then over yonder?”</p> +<p>“Yonder? No,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“But that bell that is ringing so lamentably?”</p> +<p>“It knows not what it doth,” answered Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“And that dolorous trumpet and all these folk +running?”</p> +<p>“Infinite is the tale of fools.”</p> +<p>“What is burning then?” said she.</p> +<p>“Thy eyes and my flaming heart,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>And he leaped to her mouth.</p> +<p>“You eat me,” she said.</p> +<p>“I like cherries,” said he.</p> +<p>She looked at him, smiling and distressed. Suddenly bursting into +tears:</p> +<p>“Come back here no more,” she said. “You are a +Beggar, a foe to the Pope, do not come back....”</p> +<p>“Thy mother!” said he.</p> +<p>“Aye,” she said, blushing. “Dost thou know where +she is at this moment? She is listening where the fire is. Dost thou +know where she will go presently? To the Red Dog, to report all she +knows and make ready the work for the duke that is to come. Flee, +Ulenspiegel; I save thee, but flee. Another kiss, but come back no +more; still another, thou art goodly, I weep, but begone.”</p> +<p>“Brave girl,” said Ulenspiegel, holding her +embraced.</p> +<p>“I was not always,” she said. “I, too, like +her....”</p> +<p>“These songs,” said he, “these mute appealings of +beauty to men prone to love...?”</p> +<p>“Aye,” said she. “My mother would have it so. +Thou, I save thee, loving thee for love’s sake. The <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb279" href="#pb279" name= +"pb279">279</a>]</span>others, I shall save them in remembrance of +thee, my beloved. When thou art far away, will thy heart pull a little +towards the girl that repented? Kiss me, darling. She will never again +for money give victims to the stake. Go, go; nay, stay a little still. +How soft and smooth thy hand is! There, I kiss thy hand, it is the sign +of slavery; thou art my master. Listen, come nearer, hush. Men, ragged +scoundrels and robbers and an Italian among them, came here last night, +one after the other. My mother brought them into the chamber where thou +art, and bade me go out from it, and she shut the door. I heard these +words: ‘Stone crucifix.... Borgerhoet gate ... procession ... +Antwerp.... Notre Dame,’ suppressed laughter and florins counted +out on the table.... Flee, here they are; flee away, my beloved. Keep a +kind memory for me; flee....”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel ran as she bade him as far as the Old Cock, <i lang= +"nl">In den ouden Haen</i>, and found there Lamme plunged in +melancholy, eating a sausage and draining his seventh quart of Louvain +<i lang="nl">peterman</i>.</p> +<p>And he forced him to run like himself, in spite of his belly.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.9" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7213" class="main">IX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Running thus at full speed, followed by Lamme, he +found in the Eikenstraat a savage lampoon on Brederode. He went and +took it to him directly.</p> +<p>“Monseigneur,” he said, “I am that good Fleming +and that king’s spy whose ears you dressed down so well, and to +whom you gave such good mulled wine to drink. He brings you a pretty +little pamphlet in which among other things you are accused of calling +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb280" href="#pb280" name= +"pb280">280</a>]</span>yourself Count of Holland, like the king. It is +fresh and hot from the press of Jan a Calumnia, living near the +Vagabonds’ Quay, in the blind alley of the Thieves of +Honour.”</p> +<p>Brederode answered, smiling:</p> +<p>“I shall have you flogged for two hours if you do not tell me +the scribe’s real name.”</p> +<p>“Monseigneur,” replied Ulenspiegel, “have me +flogged for two years if you will, but you will not be able to make my +back tell you what my mouth does not know.”</p> +<p>And he went away, not without getting a florin for his trouble.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.10" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7231" class="main">X</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Since June, the month of roses, the preachings had +begun in the country of Flanders.</p> +<p>And the apostles of the primitive Christian Church preached +everywhere, in every place, in fields and in gardens, on the hillocks +which in times of flood were used to keep cattle on, upon rivers, in +boats.</p> +<p>On land, they entrenched themselves as in a camp, surrounding +themselves with their wains. Upon the rivers and in harbours, boats +filled with armed men kept guard round about them.</p> +<p>And thus the word of freedom was heard on every side on the soil of +our fathers.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.11" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7242" class="main">XI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel and Lamme being at Bruges, with their +cart, which they left in a yard close by, went into the church of Saint +Sauveur, instead of going to the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb281" +href="#pb281" name="pb281">281</a>]</span>tavern, for there was in +their pouches no more the merry clink of coins.</p> +<p>Father Cornelis Adriensen, a minor friar, dirty, brazen, furious, +and a bellowing preacher, was on that day occupying the pulpit of +truth.</p> +<p>Beautiful young devout women were thronging all around.</p> +<p>Father Cornelis was discoursing of the Passion. When he came to the +passage in the Holy Gospel where the Jews cried to Pilate, speaking of +our Lord Jesus, “Crucify him, crucify him, for we have our law, +and by that law he must die,” Broer Cornelis exclaimed:</p> +<p>“Ye have just heard it, good people, if Our Lord Jesus Christ +endured a dreadful and a shameful death, it is because there have at +all times been laws to punish heretics. He was justly condemned, +because he had disobeyed those laws. And to-day they would fain regard +as naught the edicts and proclamations. Ah! Jesus! What curse wouldst +thou set upon these lands. Honoured Mother of God, if the Emperor +Charles were still alive, and could he see the scandal of these +confederate nobles who have dared to present to the Lady Governor a +request against the Inquisition and against the proclamations made for +an aim so good, which are so ripely thought out, and promulgated after +so long and so wise reflection and deliberation, to destroy all sects +and heresies! And they would fain reduce them to nothing, though they +are more necessary than bread and than cheese! In what foul, loathsome, +abominable gulf are we to be made to fall to-day? Luther, that vile +Luther, that mad ox, triumphs in Saxony, in Brunswick, in Lunebourg, in +Mecklenburg; Brentius, that dung Brentius <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb282" href="#pb282" name="pb282">282</a>]</span>who lived in Germany +upon acorns the pigs refused, Brentius triumphs in Württemberg; +Servetus the Lunatic, who hath a quarter of the moon in his head, the +Trinitarian Servetus, reigns in Pomerania, in Denmark and in Sweden, +and there he dares to blaspheme the holy, glorious, and mighty Trinity. +Aye. But I am informed that he hath been burned alive by Calvin, who +was never right or good save in that; aye, by the stinking Calvin who +smells of musty sourness; aye, with his long face like a leather +bottle; a face of cheese, with his big teeth like a gardener’s +shovel. Aye, these wolves eat one another; aye, the ox Luther, the mad +ox, roused the princes of Germany to arms against the Anabaptist +Münzer, who was a good man, they say, and lived according to the +Gospel. And through all Germany the bellowings of this ox have been +heard, aye!</p> +<p>“Aye, and what do we see in Flanders, Gueldre, Frisia, +Holland, Zealand? Adamites running naked through the streets; yea, good +people, naked in the streets, showing their lean flesh without shame to +the passers-by. There was but one of them, say you: aye—let it +pass—one is as good as a hundred, a hundred is even as one. And +he was burned, say you, and he was burned alive, at the request of the +Calvinists and Lutherans. These wolves eat one another, I say unto +you!</p> +<p>“Aye, and what do we see in Flanders, Gueldre, Frisia, +Holland, Zealand? Free thinkers teaching that all servitude is contrary +to the word of God. They lie, the stinking heretics; we must submit to +the Holy Mother Church of Rome. And there, in that accursed city of +Antwerp, the rendezvous and meeting-ground of all the heretic dogs in +the world, they have dared to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb283" +href="#pb283" name="pb283">283</a>]</span>preach that we prepare and +bake the host with dog’s grease. Another saith, ’tis that +beggar upon the chamber pot at the corner of the street, ‘There +is no God, nor life eternal, nor resurrection of the body, nor +everlasting damnation.’ ‘We can,’ saith another +yonder, in a whining voice, ‘baptise without salt, or lard, or +spittle, without exorcism and without candle.’ ‘There is no +purgatory,’ says another. There is no purgatory, good people! Ah! +it were better for you to have committed sin with your mothers, your +sisters, and your daughters, than to doubt purgatory.</p> +<p>“Aye, and they turn up their nose at the Inquisitor, that holy +man, aye. They came to Belem, near this place, as many as four thousand +Calvinists, with weaponed men, banners and drums. Aye. And you can +smell from here the smoke of their cooking fires. They have taken the +Church of Saint Catholyne to dishonour it, profane it, desecrate it by +their damnable preachifying.</p> +<p>“What is this impious and scandalous tolerance? By the +thousand devils of hell, ye supine, faint-hearted Catholics, why do not +ye also take weapons into your hands? Ye have, even as these damned +Calvinists, cuirasses, lances, halberds, swords, daggers, arbalests, +knives, cudgels, pikes, the town falconets and culverins.</p> +<p>“They are peaceful folk, say you; they desire in all freedom +and tranquillity to hear the word of God. That is all one to me. Go +forth from Bruges! hunt me, slay me, blow me up all these Calvinists +that are without the pale of the Church. Ye are not yet started! Fie on +you! Ye are hens trembling with fear on your dunghill. I see the moment +when these damned Calvinists will drum on your wives’ and +daughters’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb284" href="#pb284" +name="pb284">284</a>]</span>bellies, and you will let them, men of tow +and putty. Go not over yonder, go not ... ye will get your stockings +wet in the battle. Fie upon you, men of Bruges! fie upon you, +Catholics! That is well done and like true Catholics, O cowardly +poltroons! Shame upon you, ducks and drakes, geese and turkeys that you +are!</p> +<p>“Are not they goodly preachers, that you should go in crowds +to hearken to the lies they belch forth, that the young girls should go +by night to their sermons, aye, and that in nine months the town should +be full of little beggar-boys and beggar-girls? There were four of them +there, four scandalous vagabonds, that preached in the cemetery of the +church. The first of these vagabonds, livid and lean, the ugly +loose-belly, had a dirty hat upon his head. Thanks to it his ears were +not to be seen. Which of you hath seen the ears of a preacher? He had +no shirt, for his bare arms came linenless out through his doublet. I +saw it well, though he tries to cover himself up with a dirty little +cloak, and I saw, too, all right in his black canvas breeches, full of +open work like the spire of Notre Dame, the swinging of his bells and +clapper. The other vagabond preached in a doublet, and no shoes. Nobody +saw his ears. And he had to stop short in his preachifying, and the +boys and girls began to hoot him, crying: ‘Yah! Yah! he +doesn’t know his lesson!’ The third of these scandalous +vagabonds had on his head a dirty ugly little hat, with a little +feather sticking out of the top. And his ears were not to be seen, +either. The fourth of the rascals, Hermanus, better arrayed than the +others, must have been branded on the shoulder twice by the +executioner, aye, verily. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb285" href= +"#pb285" name="pb285">285</a>]</span></p> +<p>“They all wear under their headgear greasy silk caps that hide +their ears. Did you ever see the ears of a preacher? Which of these +rogues ever dared to show his ears? His ears! Ah! yes, show his ears; +they have all been cut off. Aye, the executioner has cut the ears off +every one of them.</p> +<p>“And yet it was round about these scandalous rogues, these cut +purses, these cobblers that have run away from their stools, these +ragamuffin preachers, that all the whole populace went crying and +shouting: ‘Long live the Beggars!’ as if they had all been +mad, drunk, or fools.</p> +<p>“Ah, it only remains for us poor Roman Catholics to leave the +Low Countries, since there they allow this bawling cry: ‘Long +live the Beggars! Long live the Beggars!’ What a millstone of a +curse hath therefore fallen upon this bewitched and foolish folk, ah! +Jesus! Everywhere, rich and poor, noble and base, young and old, men +and women, all cry out: ‘Long live the Beggars!’</p> +<p>“And what are all these lords, these scald leather seats that +have come to us from Germany? All their having is gone on harlots, or +gaming, lechery, lewdness, long-drawn debauchery, rooted villainies, +abominations of dice and ostentation of outward array. They have not +even a rusty nail to scratch themselves with where they itch. And now +they must needs have the goods and wealth of churches and convents.</p> +<p>“And there at their banquet in the house of that rogue De +Culembourg, with that other rogue De Brederode, they drank in wooden +bowls, for scorn of Messire de Berlaymont and Madame the Lady Governor. +Aye, and they shouted ‘Long live the Beggars!’ Ah! if I had +been the good God (with all respect), I would <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb286" href="#pb286" name="pb286">286</a>]</span>have +caused their drink, whether it was beer or wine, to be changed into a +foul and loathy dishwater, aye, into foul, abominable, stinking suds, +in which they had washed their shirts and foul sheets.</p> +<p>“Aye, bawl, donkeys that you are, bawl ‘Long live the +Beggars!’ Aye! and I am a prophet. And all the curses, miseries, +fevers, plagues, conflagrations, ruins, desolations, cankers, English +sweating sickness and black plagues will fall upon the Low Countries. +Aye, thus will God be revenged upon your filthy braying of ‘Long +live the Beggars!’ And there will not be left one stone of your +houses upon another, and not a morsel of bone in your damned legs that +ran to this accursed Calvinistry and preachifying. And so, so, so, so, +so be it. Amen!”</p> +<p>“Let us go, my son,” said Ulenspiegel to Lamme.</p> +<p>“In a moment,” said Lamme.</p> +<p>And he looked and searched among the beautiful young devotees there +present at the sermon, but he did not discover his wife.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.12" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7297" class="main">XII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel and Lamme came to the place called +Minne-Water, Love-Water; but the great doctors and Wysneusen Pedants +say it is Minre-Water, Minim-Water. Ulenspiegel and Lamme sat down upon +the brink, seeing pass by beneath the trees all leafy down to their +very heads, like a low roof, men, women, girls, and boys, hand in hand, +garlanded with flowers, walking hip to hip, looking tenderly in one +another’s eyes, without seeing anything in this world but +themselves.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, thinking of Nele, gazed at them. In his melancholy, he +said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb287" href="#pb287" name= +"pb287">287</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Let us go drink.”</p> +<p>But Lamme, not hearkening Ulenspiegel, also looked upon the pairs of +lovers:</p> +<p>“In the old days we, too, used to pass, my wife and I, loving +each other under the eyes of those who like you and me, on the edge of +ditches, were stretched out solitary and without a woman.”</p> +<p>“Come and drink,” said Ulenspiegel, “we shall find +the Seven at the bottom of a quart.”</p> +<p>“A drinker’s word,” answered Lamme: “you +know the Seven are giants who could not stand upright under the big +dome of the church of Saint Sauveur.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, thinking wretchedly of Nele, and also that in some +hostelry he might perchance find a good bed, good supper, a comely +hostess, said yet again:</p> +<p>“Let us go and drink!”</p> +<p>But Lamme paid no heed, and said, looking at the tower of Notre +Dame:</p> +<p>“Madame Holy Mary, patroness of lawful loves, grant me to see +again her white bosom, that soft pillow.”</p> +<p>“Come and drink,” said Ulenspiegel, “you shall +find her, displaying it to the drinkers, in a tavern.”</p> +<p>“Dost thou dare think so ill of her?” said Lamme.</p> +<p>“Let us go and drink,” said Ulenspiegel, “she is +<i lang="nl">baesine</i> somewhere, without a doubt.”</p> +<p>“Thirst talk,” said Lamme.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel went on:</p> +<p>“Perchance keepeth she in reserve for poor travellers a dish +of goodly stewed beef, whose spices perfume the air, not too rich, +tender, succulent as rose leaves, and swimming like Shrove Tuesday +fishes amid cloves, nutmeg, cocks’ combs, sweetbreads, and other +celestial dainties.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb288" href= +"#pb288" name="pb288">288</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Cruel!” said Lamme, “you mean to kill me for +sure. Do you not know that for two days we have lived on nothing but +dry bread and small beer?”</p> +<p>“Hunger talk,” answered Ulenspiegel. “You are +weeping with appetite; come and eat and drink. I have here a fine half +florin that will defray the cost of our feast.”</p> +<p>Lamme laughed. They went to find their cart and thus went about the +town, seeking to know which was the best inn. But seeing several +crabbed countenances on the <i lang="nl">baes</i> and no wise pleasing +on the <i lang="nl">baesines</i>, they passed on, thinking that a sour +face is a poor sign for a hospitable kitchen.</p> +<p>They arrived at the Saturday Market and went into the hostelry +called <i lang="nl">de Blauwe-Lanteern</i>, the Blue-Lantern. Here +there was a <i lang="nl">baes</i> of pleasant aspect.</p> +<p>They put up their cart and had the ass lodged in the stable, in +company with a peck of oats. They ordered supper to be served, ate +their fill, slept well, and rose to eat again. Lamme, bursting with +comfort, said:</p> +<p>“I hear heavenly music in my stomach.”</p> +<p>When the time came to pay, the <i lang="nl">baes</i> came to Lamme +and said to him:</p> +<p>“Ten patards, if you please.”</p> +<p>“He has them,” said Lamme, pointing to Ulenspiegel who +answered:</p> +<p>“I have not.”</p> +<p>“And the half florin?” said Lamme.</p> +<p>“I have not got it,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“This is all very well,” said the <i lang="nl">baes</i>: +“I shall take the doublet and the shirt off both of +you.”</p> +<p>Suddenly Lamme, plucking up bottle courage:</p> +<p>“And if I want to eat and drink, I,” exclaimed he, +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb289" href="#pb289" name= +"pb289">289</a>]</span>“to eat and drink, aye, drink for +twenty-seven florins worth or more, I will do it. Dost thou think there +is not a sou’s value in this belly of mine? Good God! it was +never fed till now but on ortolans. Never didst thou carry the like +under thy greasy girdle. For like an ill fellow thou hast thy tallow on +the collar of thy doublet, and not like me, three inches of dainty fat +on the paunch!”</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i> had fallen into an ecstasy of rage. A +stammerer by nature, he wanted to speak quickly; the more he hurried, +the more he sneezed and sputtered like a dog coming out of the water. +Ulenspiegel threw little balls of bread at his nose. And Lamme, +becoming hotter, went on:</p> +<p>“Aye, I have wherewith to pay for your three scraggy hens, +your four mangy pullets, and that big idiot of a peacock dragging his +dirty tail in your yard. And if your skin was not drier than an old +cock’s, if your bones were not crumbling to dust in your breast, +I would have still enough to eat you, yourself, your snot of a man, +your one-eyed maid and your cook, who if he had itch would have arms +too short to scratch himself.</p> +<p>“Do you see,” he went on, “do you see this fine +bird that, for half a florin, wants to seize our doublets and our +shirts? Tell me what your wardrobe is worth, tattered impertinence, and +I will give you three liards for it.”</p> +<p>But the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, becoming angrier and angrier, puffed +and blew the more.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel flung balls in his face.</p> +<p>Lamme, like a roaring lion, said:</p> +<p>“How much do you think, scrawny face, a fine ass is worth, +with a fine muzzle, long ears, wide chested, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb290" href="#pb290" name="pb290">290</a>]</span>with +legs of iron? Eighteen florins at the least, is not that so, miserable +<i lang="nl">baes</i>? How many old nails have you in your coffers to +pay for so fine a beast?”</p> +<p>The <i lang="nl">baes</i> sputtered more and more, but dared not +budge.</p> +<p>Lamme said:</p> +<p>“How much do you think a fine cart is worth, all made of ash +painted red, and equipped all over with Courtrai canvas against the sun +and the showers? Twenty-four florins at least, hey? And how much is +twenty-four florins and eighteen florins? Answer that, leper devoid of +arithmetic. And as it is a market day, and as there are farming folk in +your miserable hostelry, I am going to sell cart and donkey to them at +once.”</p> +<p>And so it was done, for all knew Lamme. And in fact he got for his +ass and his cart forty-four florins and ten patards. Then, clinking the +gold under the nose of the <i lang="nl">baes</i>, he said to him:</p> +<p>“Dost thou smell in that the savour of feasting to +come?”</p> +<p>“Aye,” replied the host.</p> +<p>And he said under his breath:</p> +<p>“When you are selling your skin, I will buy a liard’s +worth to make a charm against prodigality with it.”</p> +<p>In the meantime, a pretty, taking woman who was in the dark of the +yard had come again and again to look at Lamme through the window, and +drew back every time he might have caught sight of her pretty face.</p> +<p>That night, on the staircase, as he was going up without a light, +tottering a little from the wine he had drunk, he felt a woman who +flung her arms about him, kissed him on the cheek, the mouth, even on +the nose, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb291" href="#pb291" name= +"pb291">291</a>]</span>gluttonously, and wetting his face with amorous +tears, then left him.</p> +<p>Lamme, all sleepy from his drink, went to bed, fell asleep, and next +day went off to Ghent with Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.13" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7448" class="main">XIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">There he sought for his wife in all the <i lang= +"nl">kaberdoesjen, musicos, tafelhooren</i>, and taverns. At night, he +rejoined Ulenspiegel <i lang="nl">in den zingende Zwaan</i>, at the +Singing Swan. Ulenspiegel went wherever he could, spreading alarm and +rousing the people against the butchers of the land of their +fathers.</p> +<p>Finding himself in the Friday Market, near the <i lang= +"nl">Dulle-Griet</i>, the Great Cannon, Ulenspiegel lay down flat on +his face on the pavement.</p> +<p>A coalman came and said to him:</p> +<p>“What are you doing there?”</p> +<p>“I am damping my nose to know which way the wind blows,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>A carpenter came along.</p> +<p>“Do you take the pavement,” said he, “for a +mattress?”</p> +<p>“There are some,” replied Ulenspiegel, “who will +soon take it for a quilt.”</p> +<p>A monk stopped.</p> +<p>“What is this moon calf doing there?” he asked.</p> +<p>“He is on his face begging for your blessing, Father,” +replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The monk having bestowed it, went on his way.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel then lay with his ear against the ground. A peasant came +by.</p> +<p>“Dost thou hear any noise from below?” he said. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb292" href="#pb292" name= +"pb292">292</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Aye,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I hear the wood +growing, the wood whose faggots will serve to burn poor +heretics.”</p> +<p>“Dost thou hear naught else?” said a constable of the +commune to him.</p> +<p>“I hear,” said Ulenspiegel, “the gendarmerie +coming from Spain; if thou hast aught to keep, bury it, for soon the +towns will be safe no longer by reason of robbers.”</p> +<p>“He is mad,” said the constable.</p> +<p>“He is mad,” repeated the townsfolk.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.14" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7500" class="main">XIV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Meanwhile, Lamme could not eat, thinking of the sweet +vision of the stairs at the <i lang="nl">Blauwe-Lanteern</i>. His heart +turning to Bruges, he was led perforce by Ulenspiegel to Antwerp, where +he continued his sorrowful searchings.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel being in the taverns, in the midst of good Flemings of +the reformed faith, or even Catholics that were lovers of liberty, +would say to them about the proclamations: “They bring us the +Inquisition under pretext of purging us from heresy, but it is meant +for our purses, this rhubarb. We have no love to be physicked save at +our own will and as we choose; we shall be wroth, we shall rebel and +take arms in our hands. The king knew this well beforehand. Seeing that +we have no mind to rhubarb, he will advance the syringes, to wit the +great guns and the little guns, serpents, falconets, and mortars with +their big mouths. A kingly clyster! There will not be left a single +rich Fleming in all Flanders physicked in this fashion. Happy is our +land to have so royal a physician.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb293" href="#pb293" name="pb293">293</a>]</span></p> +<p>But the townsfolk could only laugh.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel would say: “Laugh to-day, but flee or arm on that +day when something is broken at Notre Dame.”</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.15" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7515" class="main">XV</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">On the 15th of August, the great feast of Mary and of +the blessing of herbs and roots, when filled with corn the hens are +deaf to the bugle of the cock imploring love, a great stone crucifix +was broken at one of the gates of Antwerp by an Italian in the pay of +the Cardinal de Granvelle, and the procession of the Virgin, preceded +by fools in green, in yellow, and in red, came forth out of the church +of Notre Dame.</p> +<p>But the Virgin’s statue, having been insulted on the way by +men whom no one knew, was hastily taken back into the choir of the +church, the iron gates of which were shut.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel and Lamme went into Notre Dame. Young beggars and +ragamuffins, and some grown men among them, that nobody knew were in +front of the choir, making certain signs and grimaces one to another. +They were making a great din with feet and tongues. No one had seen +them before in Antwerp, no one ever saw them again. One of them, with a +face like a burned onion, asked if Mieke, that was Our Lady, had been +afraid that she had gone back to the church in such a hurry.</p> +<p>“It is not of thee that she is afeared, ugly +blackamoor,” replied Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The young man to whom he spoke went up to him, to beat him, but +Ulenspiegel, gripping him by the collar: <span class="pagenum">[<a id= +"pb294" href="#pb294" name="pb294">294</a>]</span></p> +<p>“If you strike me,” said he, “I will make you spew +out your tongue.”</p> +<p>Then turning towards certain men of Antwerp that were present:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Signorkes</i> and <i lang= +"nl">pagaders</i>,” said he, pointing out the ragged young men, +“be cautious, these are spurious Flemings, traitors paid to bring +us to ill, to misery, and to ruin.”</p> +<p>Then speaking to the strangers:</p> +<p>“Hey,” said he, “donkey faces, withered with want, +whence have ye the money that chinks to-day in your pouches? Have ye +perchance sold your skins beforehand for drumheads?”</p> +<p>“Look at the sermonizer!” said the strangers.</p> +<p>Then they all began to shout together with one accord speaking of +Our Lady:</p> +<p>“Mieke has a fine robe. Mieke has a fine crown! I will give +them to my doxy.”</p> +<p>They went away, while one of them had got up into a pulpit to +proclaim insulting and outrageous things from it, and they came back +crying:</p> +<p>“Come down, Mieke, come down before we go and fetch you. +Perform a miracle, that we may see if you can walk as well as you can +have Mieke carried about, the lazy thing!”</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel cried in vain: “Workers of ruin, have done +with your vile talk; all pillage is a crime!” They ceased not at +all from their talk; and some spoke even of breaking into the choir to +force Mieke to come down.</p> +<p>Hearing this, an old woman, who sold candles in the church, flung in +their faces the ashes of her foot warmer; but she was beaten and flung +down on the floor, and then the riot began. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb295" href="#pb295" name="pb295">295</a>]</span></p> +<p>The markgrave came to the church with his sergeants. Seeing the +populace assembled, he exhorted them to leave the church, but so feebly +that only a few went away; the others said:</p> +<p>“First we want to hear the canons singing vespers in honour of +Mieke.”</p> +<p>The markgrave replied:</p> +<p>“There shall be no singing.”</p> +<p>“We will sing ourselves,” answered the ragged +strangers.</p> +<p>Which they did in the naves and near the porch of the church. Some +played at <i lang="nl">Krieke-steenen</i>, at cherry-stones, and said: +“Mieke, you never game in paradise and you are bored there; play +with us.”</p> +<p>And insulting the statue without ceasing, they cried out, hooted and +whistled.</p> +<p>The markgrave pretended to be afraid and departed. By his orders all +the doors of the church were shut save one.</p> +<p>Without the populace having any hand in it, the ragtag and bobtail +of the strangers became bolder and shouted more and more. And the roofs +reëchoed as though to the din of a hundred cannon.</p> +<p>One of them, he of the face like a burned onion, appearing to have +some authority among them, got up into a pulpit, made a sign with his +hand to them, and began to preach:</p> +<p>“In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy +Ghost,” said he: “the three making but one, and the one +making three, God keep us in paradise from arithmetic; this day the +twenty-ninth of August, Mieke went forth in great pomp of array to show +her wooden face to the <i lang="nl">signorkes</i> and <i lang= +"nl">pagaders</i> of Antwerp. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb296" +href="#pb296" name="pb296">296</a>]</span>But Mieke, in the procession +met the devil Satanas. And Satanas said to her, mocking her: +‘There you are, high and mighty, prinked up like a queen, Mieke, +and borne by four <i lang="nl">signorkes</i>, and you will not look now +at the poor <i lang="nl">pagader</i> Satanas that makes his way on +foot.’ And Mieke answered: ‘Begone, Satanas, or I bruise +thy head still more than ever, foul serpent!’ +‘Mieke,’ said Satanas, ‘that is the task in which you +have been spending your time for fifteen hundred years, but the Spirit +of the Lord, your master, hath delivered me. I am stronger than you +are; you shall not walk over my head any more, and I am going to make +you dance now.’ Satanas took a great whip, sharp and cutting, and +started to flog Mieke, who dared not cry out for fear of showing her +terror, and then she began to run as hard as she could, forcing the +<i lang="nl">signorkes</i> that were carrying her to run, too, so as +not to let her fall with her gold crown and her jewels among the poor +common folk. And now Mieke stays as stiff and as still as a frightened +mouse in her niche, watching Satan, who is seated up at the top of the +pillar under the little dome, and who says to her, still grasping his +whip and grinning, ‘I will make you pay for the blood and tears +that flow in your name! Mieke, how goes your virgin birth? This is the +time to flit. You shall be cut in twain, evil statue of wood, for all +the statues of flesh and bone that were burned in your name, burned, +hanged, buried alive without pity.’ So spake Satanas; and he +spoke well. And thou must come down from thy niche, bloody Mieke, Mieke +the cruel, that wast in no way like thy son Christus.”</p> +<p>And all the band of the strangers, hooting and crying out, shouted: +“Mieke! Mieke! it is time to come out! <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb297" href="#pb297" name="pb297">297</a>]</span>Are +you wetting your linen for fear in your niche? Up Brabant for the good +Duke. Away with the wooden saints! Who will have a bath in the Scheldt! +Wood swims better than fishes.”</p> +<p>The populace listened to them without saying a word.</p> +<p>But Ulenspiegel, getting up into the pulpit, threw down the stair by +main force the one that was haranguing.</p> +<p>“Fools fit to tie,” he said, speaking to the populace; +“lunatic fools, idiot fools, who see no further than the end of +your dirty noses, do ye not see that all this is the work of traitors? +They mean to make you commit sacrilege and pillage that they may +declare you rebels, empty your coffers, cut off your heads, and burn +you alive! And the king will inherit. <i lang="nl">Signorkes</i> and +<i lang="nl">pagaders</i>, do not believe in the speeches of these +artificers of woes: leave Notre Dame in her niche, live stoutly, +working happily, spending your earnings and profits. The black devil of +ruin has his eye upon you, and it is through sackings and destruction +that he will call up the army of your foes to treat you as rebels and +make Alba reign over you with dictatorship, inquisition, confiscation, +and death.”</p> +<p>“And he will inherit!”</p> +<p>“Alas,” said Lamme, “do not pillage anything, +<i lang="nl">signorkes</i> and <i lang="nl">pagaders</i>; the king is +already very angry. The daughter of the embroideress told my friend +Ulenspiegel so. Do not indulge in pillage, sirs!”</p> +<p>But the populace would not give ear to them.</p> +<p>The unknown kept shouting:</p> +<p>“Sack and turn out! Sack Brabant for the good Duke! To the +river with wooden saints! They swim better than fishes!” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb298" href="#pb298" name= +"pb298">298</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, still in the pulpit, cried in vain:</p> +<p>“<i lang="nl">Signorkes</i> and <i lang="nl">pagaders</i> do +not suffer pillage! Do not call down ruin upon the town!”</p> +<p>He was plucked away from there all torn, face, doublet, and +breeches, though he avenged himself with both feet and hands. And all +bleeding he never ceased to cry out:</p> +<p>“Do not suffer pillage!”</p> +<p>But it was in vain.</p> +<p>The unknown and the ragtag and bobtail of the city flung themselves +on the iron grille of the choir, which they broke through, crying:</p> +<p>“Long live the Beggar!”</p> +<p>They all set to work to break, sack, destroy. Before midnight this +great church, in which there were seventy altars, every kind of noble +paintings and precious things, was empty as a nut. The altars were +broken, the images flung down, and all the locks smashed.</p> +<p>This being done, the same unknown set off to treat like Notre Dame, +the Minor Brothers, the Franciscans, Saint Peter, Saint Andrew, Saint +Michael, Saint Pierre-au-Pot, the Bourg, the Fawkens, the White +Sisters, the Gray Sisters, the Third Order, the Preachers, and all the +churches and chapels in the city. They took candles and torches out of +them and ran around everywhere in this manner.</p> +<p>Among them there was no quarrel nor dispute; not one of them was +hurt in that great demolishing of wood and other materials.</p> +<p>They betook themselves to The Hague to proceed there to the +overthrow of statues and altars, without the reformed lending them any +aid either there or elsewhere. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb299" +href="#pb299" name="pb299">299</a>]</span></p> +<p>At The Hague, the magistrate asked them where was their +commission.</p> +<p>“It is here,” said one of them, striking upon his +heart.</p> +<p>“Their commission, hear you, <i lang="nl">signorkes</i> and +<i lang="nl">pagaders</i>?” said Ulenspiegel, having been +informed of this. “So then there is someone who deputes them to +this work of sacrilege. Let some robber thief come into my cottage; I +will do as did the magistrate of The Hague, I will say, taking off my +bonnet: ‘Gentle robber, gracious rogue, worshipful rascal, show +me your commission.’ He will reply that it is in his heart that +is greedy for my goods. And I shall give him the keys of everything. +Seek, seek out who it is that profits by this pillage. Beware of the +Red Dog. The great stone crucifix is flung down. Beware of the Red +Dog!”</p> +<p>The Great Sovereign Council of Malines having given orders through +its president Viglius, not to put any obstacle in the way of image +breaking:—“Alas!” said Ulenspiegel, “the +harvest is ripe for the Spanish reapers. The Duke! the Duke is marching +upon you. Flemings, the sea rises, the sea of vengeance. Poor women and +girls, flee the living grave! Poor men, flee the gallows, the fire, and +the sword! Philip means to finish the bloody work of Charles. The +father sowed death and exile, the son hath sworn that he would rather +rule over a cemetery than over a heretic folk. Flee; here be the +executioner and the gravediggers.”</p> +<p>The populace hearkened to Ulenspiegel, and families left the cities +by hundreds, and the roads were encumbered with carts laden with the +household stuff of those that were going into exile. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb300" href="#pb300" name="pb300">300</a>]</span></p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went everywhere, followed by Lamme grieving and +looking for his beloved.</p> +<p>And at Damme Nele wept by the side of Katheline the madwife.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.16" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7691" class="main">XVI</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel being at Ghent in the barley month which +is October, saw Egmont returning from revelling and feasting in the +noble company of the Abbot of Saint Bavon. Being in a singing humour, +he was absentmindedly allowing his horse to go at a foot pace. Suddenly +he saw a man who, carrying a lighted lantern, was walking alongside +him.</p> +<p>“What wouldst thou of me?” asked Egmont.</p> +<p>“Good,” replied Ulenspiegel, “the good of a +lantern when it is lit.”</p> +<p>“Begone and leave me,” replied the Count.</p> +<p>“I will not begone,” rejoined Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wouldst thou have a stroke of the whip then?”</p> +<p>“I would willingly have ten, if I can put in your head such a +lantern that you might see clear from here to the Escurial.”</p> +<p>“I take no stock in thy lantern nor in the Escurial,” +replied the Count.</p> +<p>“Well, for my part,” answered Ulenspiegel, “it +burns in me to give you a good advice.”</p> +<p>Then taking by the bridle the Count’s horse, rearing and +kicking:</p> +<p>“Monseigneur,” said he, “think that now you dance +well on your horse and that your head dances also very well upon your +shoulders; but the king, they say, means to interrupt this fine dance, +to leave you your body, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb301" href= +"#pb301" name="pb301">301</a>]</span>but to take your head and make it +dance in a land so far away that you will never be able to overtake it. +Give me a florin, I have earned it.”</p> +<p>“The whip, if thou wilt not be off, evil +newsmonger.”</p> +<p>“Monseigneur, I am Ulenspiegel, the son of Claes, that was +burned alive for his belief and of Soetkin that died of sorrow. The +ashes beating upon my breast tell me that Egmont, the gallant soldier, +might with the gendarmerie in his command oppose the thrice-victorious +troops of the Duke of Alba.”</p> +<p>“Begone,” replied Egmont, “I am no +traitor.”</p> +<p>“Save the countries; you alone can save them,” said +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>The Count would have beaten Ulenspiegel; but he had not waited for +this and fled away, crying:</p> +<p>“Eat lanterns, eat lanterns, Messire Count. Save the +countries.”</p> +<p>Another day, Egmont being athirst had stopped in front of the inn +<i lang="nl">In ’t bondt verken</i>, the Piebald Pig—kept +by a woman of Courtrai, a pretty piece, called Musekin, the Little +Mouse.</p> +<p>The Count, rising up in his stirrups, cried out:</p> +<p>“Bring me to drink!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, who was in Musekin’s service, came up to the +Count holding a pewter tankard in one hand and in the other a flask of +red wine.</p> +<p>The Count, seeing him:</p> +<p>“Are you there,” said he, “ill-omened +raven?”</p> +<p>“Monseigneur,” answered Ulenspiegel, “if my omens +are black, ’tis because they are ill washen; but will you tell me +which is the redder, the wine that goes down the throat or the blood +that leaps out of the neck? That is what my lantern asked.” +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb302" href="#pb302" name= +"pb302">302</a>]</span></p> +<p>The Count made no answer, but paid and departed.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.17" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7752" class="main">XVII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel and Lamme, each mounted on an ass, which +Simon Simonsen had given them, one of the faithfuls of the Prince of +Orange, went everywhere, warning the burgesses of the black designs of +the king of blood, and ever on the watch to discover news coming from +Spain.</p> +<p>They sold vegetables, being clad like country folk, and haunted all +the markets.</p> +<p>Coming back from the Brussels market, they saw in a stone house, on +the Brick Quay, in a low chamber, a handsome dame clad in satin, high +coloured, well bosomed, and with a lively eye.</p> +<p>She was saying to a fresh young cookmaid:</p> +<p>“Scour me this pan, I do not like rust sauce.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel put his nose in at the window.</p> +<p>“I,” said he, “I like every sauce, for a hungry +belly is no great picker and chooser among fricassees.”</p> +<p>The dame turning round:</p> +<p>“Who,” said she, “is this fellow that interferes +with my soup?”</p> +<p>“Alas! fair dame,” answered Ulenspiegel, “if you +would only make it in my company, I would teach you travellers’ +stews unknown to fair dames that sit at home.”</p> +<p>Then clacking with his tongue, he said:</p> +<p>“I am thirsty.”</p> +<p>“For what?” said she.</p> +<p>“For thee,” said he.</p> +<p>“He is a pretty fellow,” said the cookmaid to the +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb303" href="#pb303" name= +"pb303">303</a>]</span>dame. “Let us bring him in and let him +tell us his adventures.”</p> +<p>“But there are two of them,” said the dame.</p> +<p>“I will look after one,” replied the maid.</p> +<p>“Madame,” said Ulenspiegel, “we are two, it is +true, myself and my poor Lamme, who cannot carry five pounds on his +back, but carries five hundred on his stomach in meats and drinks with +the best will in the world.”</p> +<p>“My son,” said Lamme, “do not mock at an unhappy +man to whom it costs so much to fill his paunch.”</p> +<p>“It will not cost thee a liard to-day,” said the dame. +“Come within, both of you.”</p> +<p>“But,” said Lamme, “there are also two asses upon +which we are.”</p> +<p>“Pecks of corn,” replied the dame, “are nowise +lacking in the stable of the Count of Meghem.”</p> +<p>The cookmaid left her pan and drew into the yard Ulenspiegel and +Lamme bestriding their asses, which began to bray incontinent.</p> +<p>“That,” said Ulenspiegel, “is the flourish for +food near at hand. They are trumpeting their joy, the poor +asses!”</p> +<p>And having both dismounted, Ulenspiegel said to the cookmaid:</p> +<p>“If you were a she-ass, would you like an ass like +me?”</p> +<p>“If I was a woman,” she replied, “I should like a +young man with a jolly face.”</p> +<p>“What are you, then, being neither woman nor ass?” asked +Lamme.</p> +<p>“A virgin,” quoth she, “a virgin is neither woman +nor ass either: do you understand, big belly?” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb304" href="#pb304" name="pb304">304</a>]</span></p> +<p>Ulenspiegel said to Lamme:</p> +<p>“Do not believe her, ’tis half a wild girl and quarter +of two she-devils. Her carnal tricks have already bespoken for her in +hell a place on a mattress to fondle Beelzebub.”</p> +<p>“Evil mocker,” said the cook, “if your hairs were +horsehair I would not have them even to walk on them.”</p> +<p>“For my part,” said Ulenspiegel, “I would like to +eat all your hair.”</p> +<p>“Golden tongue,” said the dame, “must you have +them all?”</p> +<p>“No,” replied Ulenspiegel, “a thousand would +suffice me melted down into one like you.”</p> +<p>The dame said to him:</p> +<p>“Drink first a quart of <i lang="nl">bruinbier</i>, eat a +piece of ham, cut deep into this leg of mutton, disembowel me this pie, +swallow me this salad.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel joined his hands.</p> +<p>“Ham,” said he, “is a good meat; <i lang= +"nl">bruinbier</i>, heavenly beer; leg of mutton, divine flesh; a pie +that one disembowels makes one’s tongue tremble with pleasure in +the mouth; a fat salad is princely swallowing. But blessed will he be +to whom you will give to sup on your beauty.”</p> +<p>“See how he rattles on,” said she. “Eat first of +all, vagabond!”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“Shall we not say the <i lang="la">benedicite</i> before the +graces?”</p> +<p>“No,” said she.</p> +<p>Then Lamme, whining, said:</p> +<p>“I am hungry.”</p> +<p>“You shall eat,” said the fair dame, “since you +have no other care than for cooked meat.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb305" href="#pb305" name="pb305">305</a>]</span></p> +<p>“And fresh, too, as my wife was,” said Lamme. The +cookmaid became sullen at this word. All the same they ate copiously +and drank in floods. And the dame that night gave Ulenspiegel his +supper, and next day and the days that followed.</p> +<p>The asses had double measure of corn and Lamme a double portion. For +a whole week he never left the kitchen, and he played with the dishes, +but not with the cook, for he thought of his wife.</p> +<p>That angered the girl, who said it was hardly worth while to cumber +the world only to think of one’s belly.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, Ulenspiegel and the dame lived in good amity. And one day +she said to him:</p> +<p>“Thyl, thou hast no manners: who art thou?”</p> +<p>“I am,” said he, “a son that Happy Chance had one +day on Good Adventure.”</p> +<p>“Thou dost not missay thyself,” said she.</p> +<p>“’Tis for fear others may not praise me,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Wouldst thou undertake the defence of thy brothers that are +persecuted?”</p> +<p>“The ashes of Claes beat upon my breast,” replied +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“How goodly thou art there!” said she. “Who is +this Claes?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel replied:</p> +<p>“My father, burned for his belief.”</p> +<p>“The Count of Meghem is not like thee,” she said. +“He would bleed the country I love, for I was born at Antwerp the +glorious city. Know then that he has accorded with the Councillor +Scheyf of Brabant to admit him into Antwerp with his ten companies of +infantry.” <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb306" href="#pb306" +name="pb306">306</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I will denounce him to the citizens,” said Ulenspiegel, +“and I go immediately, light as a ghost.”</p> +<p>He went, and on the morrow the townsfolk were in arms.</p> +<p>However, Ulenspiegel and Lamme, having left their asses with a +farmer of Simon Simonsen’s, were forced to hide for fear of the +Count de Meghem who had them searched for everywhere to have them +hanged; for he had been told that two heretics had drunk of his wine +and eaten of his meat.</p> +<p>He was jealous, and said so to the fair dame, who gnashed her teeth +with anger, wept, and fainted seventeen times. The cookmaid did the +same, but not so often, and declared upon her share of Paradise and +eternal salvation that she nor her lady had done nothing, except to +give the remains of a dinner to two poor pilgrims who, mounted on +wretched donkeys, had stopped at the kitchen window.</p> +<p>And that day there were shed so many tears that the floor was all +damp with them. Seeing which, Messire de Meghem was assured that they +were not lying.</p> +<p>Lamme dared not show himself again at M. de Meghem’s house, +for the cook always called him “My wife!”</p> +<p>And he was exceedingly grieved, thinking of the food; but +Ulenspiegel always brought him some good dish, for he used to go into +the house by the rue Sainte Catherine and hide in the garret.</p> +<p>The next day, at vespers, the Count de Meghem confessed to the +handsome goodwife how that he had determined to fetch the gendarmerie +he commanded into Bois-le-Duc before daybreak. The <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb307" href="#pb307" name= +"pb307">307</a>]</span>goodwife went to the garret to recount this to +Ulenspiegel.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.18" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e7913" class="main">XVIII</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Ulenspiegel in pilgrim’s robes set out +incontinent with neither provisions nor money for Bois-le-Duc, in order +to warn the citizens. He counted on taking a horse by the way at Jeroen +Praet’s, Simon’s brother, for whom he had letters from the +Prince, and from thence he would go full speed by cross-country ways to +Bois-le-Duc.</p> +<p>Going along the highway, he saw a band of troopers coming. He was +sore afraid because of the letters.</p> +<p>But, resolved to set a good face against misadventure, he waited the +troopers stoutly, and stopped in the way muttering his paternosters; +when they passed he marched with them, and learned that they were going +to Bois-le-Duc.</p> +<p>A company of Walloons opened the march, and at the head was Captain +Lamotte with his guard of six halberdiers; then according to their +rank, the ensign with a smaller guard, the provost, his halberdiers and +his two myrmidons, the chief of the watch, the baggage wardens, the +executioner and his assistant, and fifes and tambourines making loud +uproar.</p> +<p>Then came a Flemish company of two hundred men, with its captain and +its standard bearer, and divided into two centuries commanded by the +troop sergeants, and in decuries commanded by the <i lang= +"nl">rot-meesters</i>. The provost and the <i lang= +"nl">stocks-knechten</i> were likewise preceded by fifes and +tambourines beating and squealing.</p> +<p>Behind them came, with bursts of laughter, twittering <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb308" href="#pb308" name="pb308">308</a>]</span>like +warblers, singing like nightingales, eating, drinking, dancing, +standing, lying, or riding, their women; handsome wild girls, in two +open carts.</p> +<p>Some were clad like lansquenets, but in fine white linen low-necked, +slashed on the arms, the legs, the doublet, showing their sweet flesh; +with caps on their heads of fine linen edged with gold, and surmounted +by handsome ostrich plumes floating in the wind. At their belts of +cloth-of-gold touched off with red satin, hung the cloth-of-gold +scabbards of their daggers. And their shoes, stockings, and breeches, +their doublets, laces, and metal trappings were all made of gold and +white silk.</p> +<p>Others were also clad in the fashion of <i lang= +"nl">landsknechts</i>, but in blue, in green, in scarlet, in azure, in +crimson, slashed, broidered, blazoned at their own caprice. And all +wore upon their arm the armlet of the colour that indicated their +profession.</p> +<p>A <i lang="nl">hoer-wyfel</i>, their sergeant, would fain have made +them keep silence; but by their captivating grimaces and speeches they +forced him to laugh and never obeyed him at all.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, in pilgrim array, walked in company with the two +troops, as a small boat might with a great ship. And he kept on +murmuring his paternosters.</p> +<p>Suddenly Lamotte said to him:</p> +<p>“Whither art thou going thus, Pilgrim?”</p> +<p>“Master Captain,” replied Ulenspiegel, who was hungry, +“long ago I committed a grave sin and was condemned by the +chapter of Notre Dame to go a-foot to Rome to ask for pardon from the +Holy Father, who accorded it to me. I came back to these countries +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb309" href="#pb309" name= +"pb309">309</a>]</span>cleansed of my offence on condition that on the +way I should preach the Sacred Mysteries to all and any soldiers I +might meet with, who should in return for my sermons give me bread and +meat. And thus preaching I sustain my poor life. Will you grant me +permission to keep my vow at the next halt?”</p> +<p>“Yea,” said Messire de Lamotte.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, mingling and fraternizing with the Walloons and +Flemings, felt his letters underneath his doublet.</p> +<p>The girls cried out to him:</p> +<p>“Pilgrim, handsome pilgrim, come hither and show us the power +of your scallops.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, drawing near to them, said modestly:</p> +<p>“My sisters in God, mock not ye the poor pilgrim who goeth +over mountain and by vale to preach the holy faith unto +soldiers.”</p> +<p>And he devoured with his eyes their dainty charms.</p> +<p>But the girls, thrusting their sprightly faces into the openings in +the canvas of the carts:</p> +<p>“You are very young,” said they, “to preach to +soldiers. Come up into our carts, we will teach you pleasant +discourses.”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel would willingly have obeyed, but could not on account of +his letters; already two of the girls, reaching their round white arms +out of the cart, were trying to pull him up to them, when the <i lang= +"nl">hoer-wyfel</i>, jealous, said to Ulenspiegel: “If you do not +take yourself off, I will have your head off.”</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel went farther off, looking slyly at the fresh girls, +all golden in the sun, which shone bright and clear on the road.</p> +<p>They came to Berchem. Philippe de Lannoy, <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb310" href="#pb310" name= +"pb310">310</a>]</span>sieur de Beauvoir, the commander of the +Flemings, ordered them to halt.</p> +<p>At this place there was an oak of middle height, bereft of all its +branches, except one big bough broken off halfway on which the month +before there had been an Anabaptist hanged by the neck.</p> +<p>The soldiers stopped; the sutlers came to them, and sold them bread, +wine, beer, meats of every kind. As for the girls, they sold them +sugar, <i>castrelins</i>, almonds, tartlets, seeing which Ulenspiegel +grew still hungrier.</p> +<p>Suddenly climbing up the tree like a monkey, he planted himself +astride of the great bough that was some seven feet above the earth; +there, lashing himself with a scourge, while the troopers and the girls +made circle about him:</p> +<p>“In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy +Ghost,” said he. “Amen. It is written: ‘He that +giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord’: soldiers, and ye, +beauteous dames, sweet companions in love to these valiant warriors, +lend ye to the Lord, which is to say: give me bread, meat, wine, beer, +if ye will, tartlets if it please you, and God, who is rich, will repay +it you in morsels of ortolans, in rivers of malvoisie, in mountains of +sugar candy, in <i lang="nl">rystpap</i> which ye shall eat in paradise +with silver spoons.”</p> +<p>Then bemoaning himself:</p> +<p>“See ye not with what cruel torments of penance I seek to +merit forgiveness for my sins? Will ye not ease the sharp anguish of +this scourge that woundeth my back and maketh me to bleed?”</p> +<p>“Who is this mad man?” said the troopers.</p> +<p>“Friends,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I am not mad, +but repentant and famished; for while my spirit <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb311" href="#pb311" name= +"pb311">311</a>]</span>weepeth for its guilty crimes, my belly weepeth +its lack of meat. Blessed soldiers, and you, fair damsels, I see there +among you fat ham, goose, sausages, wine, beer, tartlets. Will you not +give somewhat to the pilgrim?”</p> +<p>“Aye, aye,” said the Flemish troopers, “he has a +good old phiz, the preacher.”</p> +<p>And all began to throw pieces of food to him like balls. Ulenspiegel +ceased not to talk, and went on eating, sitting astride the bough.</p> +<p>“Hunger,” said he, “maketh man hard-hearted and +unfit for prayer, but ham taketh away this evil humour all of a +sudden.”</p> +<p>“Look out, crackpot!” said a troop sergeant, throwing +him a bottle half full.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel caught the bottle in the air, and drinking by little +sips, said:</p> +<p>“If a sharp and raging hunger is a thing harmful to the poor +body of a man, there is another thing as hurtful, and that is the +anguish of a poor pilgrim to whom generous soldiers have given, one a +slice of ham, the others a bottle of beer. For the pilgrim is sober by +his custom, and if he drank and had in his inside such scanty and +trifling nourishment, he would be drunk immediately.”</p> +<p>As he spoke, he caught once again a goose’s thigh in the +air.</p> +<p>“This,” said he, “is a thing miraculous, to fish +meadow fish out of the air. But it has disappeared, bone and all. What +is greedier than dry sand? A barren woman and a famished +stomach.”</p> +<p>Suddenly he felt a halberd point prick him in the seat. And he heard +an ensign say: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb312" href="#pb312" name= +"pb312">312</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Do pilgrims disdain a leg of mutton for the nonce?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel saw, spitted on the blade of the halberd, a big knuckle +bone. Taking it he said:</p> +<p>“I will make a marrow flute of it to sing thy praises, +compassionate halberdier. And yet,” said he, eating at the +knuckle bone, “what is a meal without dessert, what is a knuckle +bone, however succulent, if after it the pilgrim doth not behold a +tartlet displaying its blessed face?”</p> +<p>Saying this he put up his hand to his face, for two tartlets coming +from the group of girls had flattened themselves out, one on his eye, +the other on his cheek. And the girls laughed and Ulenspiegel +answered:</p> +<p>“All thanks, sweet damsels, who give me accolades of +sweetmeats.”</p> +<p>But the tartlets had fallen to the ground.</p> +<p>Suddenly the drums beat, the fifes squealed, and the soldiers +resumed their march.</p> +<p>Messire de Beauvoir bade Ulenspiegel come down from his tree and +march beside the troop from which he would fain have been a hundred +leagues, for from the talk of some sour-faced troopers he scented that +they were suspicious of him, that they would before long seize him for +a spy, would search him and hang him if they found his letters.</p> +<p>And so, letting himself tumble into a ditch, he cried:</p> +<p>“Pity, soldiers; my leg is broken, I cannot walk farther, let +me get up into the women’s cart.”</p> +<p>But he knew that the jealous <i lang="nl">hoer-wyfel</i> would never +allow it.</p> +<p>The girls called to him from their cart:</p> +<p>“Now, come up, dear pilgrim, come. We will love you, caress +you, feast you, heal you all in one day.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb313" href="#pb313" name="pb313">313</a>]</span></p> +<p>“I know,” said he, “a woman’s hand is a +heavenly balm for every wound.”</p> +<p>But the jealous <i lang="nl">hoer-wyfel</i>, speaking to Messire de +Lamotte:</p> +<p>“Messire,” said he, “I believe that this pilgrim +is fooling us with his broken leg, to get into the cart of the women. +Give orders to leave him in the road.”</p> +<p>“That is my will,” said Messire de Lamotte.</p> +<p>And Ulenspiegel was left in the ditch.</p> +<p>Certain troopers, believing that he had really broken his leg, were +sorry for it because of his jollity. They left him meat and wine enough +for two days. The girls would fain have gone to help him, but not being +able to, they threw him all the <i>castrelins</i> they had left.</p> +<p>The band was far away; Ulenspiegel made across the fields in his +pilgrim’s robes, bought a horse, and by highways and byways he +came like the wind to Bois-le-Duc.</p> +<p>At the news of the coming of Messires de Beauvoir and de Lamotte, +the townspeople took arms to the number of eight hundred, chose +captains for them, and despatched Ulenspiegel to Antwerp disguised as a +coalman to ask help from the Drinking Hercules, Brederode.</p> +<p>And the troopers of Messires de Lamotte and de Beauvoir could not +come into Bois-le-Duc, a city armed and watchful, and ready for a stout +defence.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.19" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e8089" class="main">XIX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">The following month, a certain doctor, Agileus, gave +Ulenspiegel two florins and letters with which he was to betake himself +to Simon Praet, who would tell him what he had to do. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb314" href="#pb314" name="pb314">314</a>]</span></p> +<p>At Praet’s, Ulenspiegel found food and shelter. He slept well, +and well liking was his face in the flower of youth; Praet, on the +contrary, with a wretched and pitiful mien, seemed for ever locked in +with melancholy thoughts. And Ulenspiegel was astonished to hear by +night, if by any chance he awoke, the noise of hammering.</p> +<p>However early he might rise, Simon Praet was up before him, and more +pitiful his look, sadder still his eyes, gleaming like a man’s +making ready for death or for battle.</p> +<p>Often Praet sighed, clasping his hands for prayer, and ever seemed +filled with indignation. His fingers were black and greasy, and so, +too, were his arms and his shirt.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel determined to discover whence came the hammering, and +the black arms and the melancholy of Praet. One night, having been at +the <i lang="nl">Blauwe Gans</i>, the tavern of the Blue Goose, in +company with Simon who was there against his will, he feigned to be so +drunk and to have so much in his head that he must needs take it +incontinently to his pillow.</p> +<p>And Praet brought him home mournfully.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel slept in the garret, under the cats; Simon’s bed +was below, near the cellar.</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel, continuing his drunken feigning, went climbing +staggering up the stairs, pretending to be about to fall and holding on +by the rope. Simon helped him with tender care, like a brother. Having +put him to bed, condoling with him for his drunkenness, and praying God +to be good enough to forgive him, he came down, and soon Ulenspiegel +heard the same noise of hammering that had awakened him many times. +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb315" href="#pb315" name= +"pb315">315</a>]</span></p> +<p>Getting up noiselessly, he went barefoot down the narrow stairs, so +that after two and seventy steps he found himself in front of a low +little door, through the chinks of which filtered a thread of +light.</p> +<p>Simon was printing broadsides on the old types of the time of +Laurens Coster, the great fosterer of the noble art of printing.</p> +<p>“What dost thou there?” asked Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>Simon answered in affright:</p> +<p>“If thou art on the devil’s side, denounce me, that I +may die; but if thou art on God’s side let thy mouth be prison to +thy tongue.”</p> +<p>“I am on God’s side,” replied Ulenspiegel, +“and wish thee no evil. What dost thou?”</p> +<p>“I am printing Bibles,” answered Simon. “For if by +day to keep my wife and my children I publish the cruel and wicked +edicts of His Majesty, by night I sow the true word of God and thus +repair the ill I did during the day.”</p> +<p>“Thou art brave,” said Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“I have the faith,” replied Simon.</p> +<p>In very deed, it was from this holy printing shop that there issued +the Bibles in Flemish that were distributed through the countries of +Brabant, of Flanders, Holland, Zealand, Utrecht, Noord-Brabant, +Over-Yssel, Gelderland, until the day when Simon was condemned to have +his head cut off, thus finishing his life for Christ.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div id="ch2.20" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divHead"> +<h2 id="xd20e8134" class="main">XX</h2> +</div> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first">Simon said one day to Ulenspiegel:</p> +<p>“Listen, brother, hast thou courage?”</p> +<p>“I have enough,” replied Ulenspiegel, “to serve +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb316" href="#pb316" name= +"pb316">316</a>]</span>to flog a Spaniard to the death, to kill an +assassin, to destroy a murderer.”</p> +<p>“Could you,” asked the printer, “stay patiently in +a chimney place to hear what is said in a room?”</p> +<p>Ulenspiegel made answer:—“Having by the grace of God, +strong loins and supple knees, I can stay a long while as I please, +like a cat.”</p> +<p>“Hast thou patience and a good memory?” asked Simon.</p> +<p>“The ashes of Claes beat upon my breast,” answered +Ulenspiegel.</p> +<p>“Hearken, then,” said the printer; “you shall take +this playing card folded in this wise, and you shall go to Dendermonde +and knock twice loudly and once softly at the door of the house whose +outward appearance is here limned. One will open to you and ask if you +are the chimney sweeper; you shall answer that you are thin and that +you have not lost the card. You shall then show him the card. And then, +Thyl, you shall do your duty. Great woes hover above the land of +Flanders. A chimney will be shown to you, prepared and swept in +advance; you will find in it good climbing irons for your feet, and for +your seat a little wooden board firmly stayed. When the one that opened +the door to you bids you climb into the chimney, you shall do so, and +there you shall remain quiet and still. Illustrious lords will meet +within the chamber, before the chimney in which you will be. They are +William the Silent, Prince of Orange, the Counts of Egmont, Hoorn, +Hoogstraeten, and Ludwig of Nassau, the valiant brother of the Silent +One. We of the reformed faith would know what these lords will and can +undertake in order to save the country.” <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb317" href="#pb317" name="pb317">317</a>]</span></p> +<p>Now on the first of April Ulenspiegel did as he had been bidden, and +posted himself in the chimney. He was satisfied to see that no fire +burned in it, and thought that, having no smoke, he would thus have +better hearing.</p> +<p>Presently, the door of the chamber opened, and he was pierced +through and through by a gust of wind. But he took this wind patiently, +saying that it would freshen his attentiveness.</p> +<p>Then he heard the lords of Orange, Egmont, and the others come into +the chamber. They began to speak of their fears, of the king’s +anger and the bad administration of the public moneys and finances. One +of them spoke in sharp, haughty clear tones; that was Egmont. +Ulenspiegel recognized Hoogstraeten by his hoarse voice; De Hoorn by +his big voice; Count Louis of Nassau by his firm and warrior-like +speaking; and the Silent One, by his pronouncing all his words slowly +as if he had first weighed every one in a balance.</p> +<p>The Count of Egmont asked why they were brought together a second +time, while at Hellegat they had had leisure to determine on what they +meant to do.</p> +<p>De Hoorn replied:</p> +<p>“The hours go by swiftly, the king grows angry; let us take +care not to waste time.”</p> +<p>The Silent One said then:</p> +<p>“The countries are in danger; we must defend them against the +attack of an army of foreigners.”</p> +<p>Egmont replied, growing angry, that he found it astonishing that the +king his master should think it necessary to send an army there, at a +time when all was pacified by the care of the lords and especially by +himself. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb318" href="#pb318" name= +"pb318">318</a>]</span></p> +<p>But the Silent:</p> +<p>“Philip hath in the Low Countries fourteen bands of regulars, +of whom all the soldiers are devoted to him who commanded at Gravelines +and at Saint Quentin.”</p> +<p>“I do not understand,” said Egmont.</p> +<p>The prince went on:</p> +<p>“I do not wish to say more, but there will be read to you and +the assembled lords certain letters, those from the poor prisoner +Montigny to begin with.</p> +<p>“In these letters, Messire de Montigny wrote:</p> +<p>“‘The king is exceeding wroth at what has come to pass +in the Low Countries, and he will punish the abettors of trouble at a +given hour.’”</p> +<p>Herewith the Count of Egmont said that he was cold and that it would +be well to light a great fire of wood. That was done while the two +lords discussed the letters.</p> +<p>The fire did not catch because of the over-great stopper that was in +the chimney, and the chamber was filled with smoke.</p> +<p>The Count of Hoogstraeten then read, coughing, the intercepted +letters of Alava, the Spanish Ambassador, addressed to the Lady +Governor.</p> +<p>“The Ambassador,” said he, “writes that all the +ill that has befallen the Low Countries has come from the doings of +three men: to wit, Orange, Egmont, and Hoorn. We must, says the +Ambassador, show a fair face to these three lords and tell them that +the king recognizes that he holds these countries in his obedience +through their services. As for the two single ones, Montigny and De +Berghes, they are in the place where they ought to be.”</p> +<p>“Ah,” said Ulenspiegel, “I like better a smoky +<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb319" href="#pb319" name= +"pb319">319</a>]</span>chimney in Flanders than a cool, airy prison in +Spain: for garrottes spring up out of the damp walls.”</p> +<p>“The said Ambassador adds that the king said in the city of +Madrid:</p> +<p>“‘By all that hath come to pass in the Low Countries our +royal reputation is diminished, the service of God is disparaged, and +we shall rather expose all our other lands than leave such a rebellion +unpunished. We are determined to go in person to the Low Countries and +to request the help of the Pope and of the Emperor. Under the present +evil lies the future good. We will reduce the Low Countries under our +absolute sway, and will change and modify to our mind state, religion, +and government.’”</p> +<p>“Ah! Philip King,” said Ulenspiegel to himself, +“if I could in my mode modify thee, thou shouldst undergo a great +modification of thy thighs, arms, and legs under my Flemish cudgel; I +should fasten thy head in the middle of thy back with two nails to see +whether in that state, looking at the graveyard thou leavest behind +thee, thou wouldst sing in thine own fashion thy song of tyrannical +modifying.”</p> +<p>Wine was brought in. D’Hoogstraeten rose and said: “I +drink to the countries!” All followed his example, and putting +his tankard down empty on the table, he added: “The evil hour +strikes for the Belgian nobles. We must take thought for means of +defending ourselves.”</p> +<p>Waiting for an answer, he looked at Egmont, who uttered not a +word.</p> +<p>But the Silent One spoke: “We will resist,” said he, +“if Egmont who twice, at Saint Quentin and at Gravelines, made +France tremble, who has all authority over the Flemish soldiers, will +come to our rescue <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb320" href="#pb320" +name="pb320">320</a>]</span>and prevent the Spaniard from coming into +our countries.”</p> +<p>Messire d’Egmont replied: “I think of the king with too +much respect to believe that we must arm ourselves like rebels against +him. Let those who fear his anger draw back. I will remain, having no +way of living save by his help.”</p> +<p>“Philip may take cruel vengeance,” said the Silent.</p> +<p>“I have complete trust!” answered Egmont.</p> +<p>“Your head included?” asked Ludwig of Nassau.</p> +<p>“Included,” replied Egmont, “head, body, and loyal +devotion, which are his.”</p> +<p>“Trusty and well-beloved, I will do even as thou,” said +De Hoorn. Said the Silent:</p> +<p>“We must foresee and not wait.”</p> +<p>Then Messire d’Egmont, speaking vehemently, “I +have,” said he, “had two and twenty reformed hanged at +Grammont. If the preachings come to an end, if the image breakers are +punished, the king’s anger will be appeased.”</p> +<p>The Silent replied:</p> +<p>“There are hopes that are uncertain.”</p> +<p>“Let us put on the armour of trust,” said Egmont.</p> +<p>“Let us put on the armour of trust,” said De Hoorn.</p> +<p>“It is iron we should arm with, not trust,” replied +D’Hoogstraeten.</p> +<p>Hereupon the Silent made a sign that he wished to go.</p> +<p>“Adieu, Prince without land!” said Egmont.</p> +<p>“Adieu, Count without a head!” replied the Silent. +Ludwig of Nassau said then: “For the sheep the butcher, and glory +for the soldier that is the saviour of the land of our +fathers!”</p> +<p>“I cannot, and will not,” said Egmont. <span class= +"pagenum">[<a id="pb321" href="#pb321" name="pb321">321</a>]</span></p> +<p>“Blood of the victims,” said Ulenspiegel, “fall +upon the head of the courtier!”</p> +<p>The lords withdrew.</p> +<p>Then Ulenspiegel came down out of his chimney and went immediately +to bring the news to Praet. The latter said: “Egmont is a +traitor, God is with the Prince.”</p> +<p class="tb"></p> +<p>The Duke! the Duke in Brussels! Where are the strong boxes that have +wings?</p> +<p class="trailer xd20e8264">End of Vol. I</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb322" href="#pb322" name= +"pb322">322</a>]</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div> +</div> +<div class="back"> +<div class="div1 imprint"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= +"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> +<div class="divBody"> +<p class="first xd20e136"><span class="sc">Printed in Great Britain +by<br> +Richard Clay & Sons, Limited</span><br> +<span class="uc">Bungay, Suffolk.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="div1"> +<h2 class="main">Table of Contents</h2> +<ul> +<li><a href="#toc">Contents</a></li> +<li><a href="#bk1">Book I</a> +<ul> +<li><a href="#ch1.1">I</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e222">1</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.2">II</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e252">2</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.3">III</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e294">3</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.4">IV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e369">6</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.5">V</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e414">8</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.6">VI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e439">9</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.7">VII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e464">10</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.8">VIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e524">14</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.9">IX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e544">15</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.10">X</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e559">15</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.11">XI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e600">18</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.12">XII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e625">20</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.13">XIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e745">25</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.14">XIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e785">26</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.15">XV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e830">27</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.16">XVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e871">29</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.17">XVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e912">30</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.18">XVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e967">34</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.19">XIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1018">36</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.20">XX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1072">39</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.21">XXI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1135">41</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.22">XXII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1167">43</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.23">XXIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1212">44</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.24">XXIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1245">46</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.25">XXV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1295">47</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.26">XXVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1355">50</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.27">XXVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1502">54</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.28">XXVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1589">57</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.29">XXIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1655">60</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.30">XXX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1689">61</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.31">XXXI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1755">64</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.32">XXXII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1788">65</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.33">XXXIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1866">68</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.34">XXXIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1883">70</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.35">XXXV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e1900">71</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.36">XXXVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2126">79</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.37">XXXVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2191">81</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.38">XXXVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2211">82</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.39">XXXIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2322">87</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.40">XL</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2435">92</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.41">XLI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2482">94</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.42">XLII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2588">96</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.43">XLIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2801">104</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.44">XLIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2939">108</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.45">XLV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2960">109</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.46">XLVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2996">111</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.47">XLVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3019">113</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.48">XLVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3122">115</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.49">XLIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3177">116</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.50">L</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3315">121</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.51">LI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3357">122</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.52">LII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3439">126</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.53">LIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3495">128</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.54">LIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3591">131</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.55">LV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3649">135</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.56">LVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3725">137</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.57">LVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e3773">138</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.58">LVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4005">148</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.59">LIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4112">155</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.60">LX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4266">159</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.61">LXI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4326">161</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.62">LXII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4367">162</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.63">LXIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4403">164</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.64">LXIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4464">165</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.65">LXV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4509">166</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.66">LXVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4518">167</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.67">LXVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4653">173</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.68">LXVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4740">177</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.69">LXIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4815">179</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.70">LXX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4907">182</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.71">LXXI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e4995">188</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.72">LXXII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5094">191</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.73">LXXIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5169">194</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.74">LXXIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5231">196</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.75">LXXV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5305">199</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.76">LXXVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5382">202</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.77">LXXVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5431">204</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.78">LXXVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5471">206</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.79">LXXIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5697">213</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.80">LXXX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5793">219</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.81">LXXXI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e5960">226</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.82">LXXXII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6024">228</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.83">LXXXIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6084">231</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.84">LXXXIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6118">232</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch1.85">LXXXV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6194">235</a></span></li> +</ul> +</li> +<li><a href="#bk2">Book II</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6482">249</a></span> +<ul> +<li><a href="#ch2.1">I</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6485">251</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.2">II</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6582">256</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.3">III</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6747">261</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.4">IV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6788">263</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.5">V</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6880">266</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.6">VI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6902">268</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.7">VII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e6929">270</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.8">VIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7014">272</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.9">IX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7213">279</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.10">X</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7231">280</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.11">XI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7242">280</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.12">XII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7297">286</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.13">XIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7448">291</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.14">XIV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7500">292</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.15">XV</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7515">293</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.16">XVI</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7691">300</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.17">XVII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7752">302</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.18">XVIII</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e7913">307</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.19">XIX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e8089">313</a></span></li> +<li><a href="#ch2.20">XX</a> <span class= +"tocPagenum"><a class="pageref" href="#xd20e8134">315</a></span></li> +</ul> +</li> +</ul> +</div> +<div 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