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Lamme, all sleepy from his drink, went to bed, fell asleep, and next day went off to Ghent with Ulenspiegel.
XIII
There he sought for his wife in all the kaberdoesjen, musicos, tafelhooren, and taverns. At night, he rejoined Ulenspiegel in den zingende Zwaan, at the Singing Swan. Ulenspiegel went wherever he could, spreading alarm and rousing the people against the butchers of the land of their fathers.
Finding himself in the Friday Market, near the Dulle-Griet, the Great Cannon, Ulenspiegel lay down flat on his face on the pavement.
A coalman came and said to him:
"What are you doing there?"
"I am damping my nose to know which way the wind blows," replied Ulenspiegel.
A carpenter came along.
"Do you take the pavement," said he, "for a mattress?"
"There are some," replied Ulenspiegel, "who will soon take it for a quilt."
A monk stopped.
"What is this moon calf doing there?" he asked.
"He is on his face begging for your blessing, Father," replied Ulenspiegel.
The monk having bestowed it, went on his way.
Ulenspiegel then lay with his ear against the ground. A peasant came by.
"Dost thou hear any noise from below?" he said.
"Aye," replied Ulenspiegel, "I hear the wood growing, the wood whose f.a.ggots will serve to burn poor heretics."
"Dost thou hear naught else?" said a constable of the commune to him.
"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."
"He is mad," said the constable.
"He is mad," repeated the townsfolk.
XIV
Meanwhile, Lamme could not eat, thinking of the sweet vision of the stairs at the Blauwe-Lanteern. His heart turning to Bruges, he was led perforce by Ulenspiegel to Antwerp, where he continued his sorrowful searchings.
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 fas.h.i.+on. Happy is our land to have so royal a physician."
But the townsfolk could only laugh.
Ulenspiegel would say: "Laugh to-day, but flee or arm on that day when something is broken at Notre Dame."
XV
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 c.o.c.k 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.
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.
Ulenspiegel and Lamme went into Notre Dame. Young beggars and ragam.u.f.fins, and some grown men among them, that n.o.body 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.
"It is not of thee that she is afeared, ugly blackamoor," replied Ulenspiegel.
The young man to whom he spoke went up to him, to beat him, but Ulenspiegel, gripping him by the collar:
"If you strike me," said he, "I will make you spew out your tongue."
Then turning towards certain men of Antwerp that were present:
"Signorkes and pagaders," 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."
Then speaking to the strangers:
"Hey," said he, "donkey faces, withered with want, whence have ye the money that c.h.i.n.ks to-day in your pouches? Have ye perchance sold your skins beforehand for drumheads?"
"Look at the sermonizer!" said the strangers.
Then they all began to shout together with one accord speaking of Our Lady:
"Mieke has a fine robe. Mieke has a fine crown! I will give them to my doxy."
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:
"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!"
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.
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.