“Why do you pity us so?” he asked her.
“Alas! alas!” she cried. “Why will you not believe in the Mass? And you did, you would go straight to Paradise without a doubt, and I might be able to save you in this life also.”
Seeing her go to the door and listen there attentively, Ulenspiegel said to her:
“Is it the snow that you hear falling?”
“No,” she said.
“What then?”
“It is death that comes like a thief in the night.”
“Death,” exclaimed Ulenspiegel. “I do not understand you. Come back and tell me.”
“They are there,” she said.
“Who are?”