“I would have you leave me here,” said the dame, “and go to Koolkercke, from whence this wind is blowing. There you will find a gentleman dressed in black and red motley. Tell him that he must not expect me to-day, but let him come to-morrow evening to my château, by the postern gate, at ten o’ the clock.”
“I will not go,” said Ulenspiegel.
“Why not?” asked the lady.
“I will not go, not I,” Ulenspiegel said again.
“What can it be,” the lady asked him, “what can it be that inspires you with this unyielding will, you angry little cock?”
“I will not go,” Ulenspiegel persisted.
“But if I gave you a florin?”
“No,” said he.
“A ducat?”
“No.”