“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.”
Certain customers would say one to another:
“He is a Turk.”
But the others:
“This is a pilgrim coming out of Flanders,” they would say; “do you not hear it by his speech?”
And the ragged, lousy, wretched poor folk came to Ulenspiegel and said to him:
“Give us of these prophetical seeds?”
“When you have florins to buy them,” answered Ulenspiegel. And the poor, ragged, lousy, wretched went away sorrowful, saying:
“There is no content in this world but for the rich.”
The tale of these seeds for sale was soon spread abroad in the market. The citizens said one to another: