“Help, help!”
The dame only smiled, and said to Ulenspiegel:
“Tell me, my player of bagpipes, is the road still the same that leads from Damme to Dudzeel?”
But Ulenspiegel went on playing, and only nodded his head and stared.
“Why do you look at me so fixedly?” she asked him.
But he, still continuing to play, opened his eyes all the wider as though transported by an ecstasy of admiration.
“Are you not ashamed,” she said, “young as you are, to stare at ladies so?”
Ulenspiegel blushed faintly, but went on blowing his pipes, and staring more than ever.
“I have already asked you once,” the lady insisted, “whether the road is still the same that leads from Damme to Dudzeel.”
“It is green no longer since you deprived it of the honour of carrying you,” Ulenspiegel answered.