“The others would be jealous,” answered Ulenspiegel. “You cry also ‘Deliverance’.”
The girl answered, blushing:
“I cry ‘Deliverance’ and know what I ask for.”
“I know, too, and I am bringing it to you,” answered Ulenspiegel.
“You must wait,” said she, smiling and showing her white teeth.
“Wait,” said Ulenspiegel, “nay. A house may fall on my head, a gust of wind might blow me into a ditch, a mad pug might bite me in the leg; nay, I shall not wait.”
“I am too young,” said she, “and only cry this for custom’s sake.”
Ulenspiegel became suspicious, thinking that it is on the Eve of March and not of the corn month that the Brabant girls cry to have a husband.
She said, smiling:
“I am too young and only cry this for the sake of the old custom.”