Say, wretch, art thou not glad?
Find the Seven.”
And all the spirits fell to chanting in unison:
“In death and blood,
In ruin and tears
Find the Seven.
“Wait, hear and see!
Say, wretch, art thou not glad?
Find the Seven.”
“But,” said Ulenspiegel, “Highness, and ye, spirits, I understand not your talk. Ye make a mock of me, sans doubt.”