“What are you selling there, prophet of ill?”
“Sachets wherein you shall see that you will be hanged for loving sausage overly much,” replied Ulenspiegel.
At that word the thief fled swiftly, while the robbed merchant cried out:
“Stop thief! stop thief!”
But he was too late.
While Ulenspiegel was speaking, the two rich Jews, who had listened with the sharpest attention, came up to him and said:
“What sellest thou there, Fleming?”
“Sachets,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“What can one see,” they asked, “by means of thy prophetical seeds?”
“Future events, when one sucks them,” replied Ulenspiegel.