And at Damme Nele wept by the side of Katheline the madwife.
XVI
Ulenspiegel being at Ghent in the barley month which is October, saw Egmont returning from revelling and feasting in the noble company of the Abbot of Saint Bavon. Being in a singing humour, he was absentmindedly allowing his horse to go at a foot pace. Suddenly he saw a man who, carrying a lighted lantern, was walking alongside him.
“What wouldst thou of me?” asked Egmont.
“Good,” replied Ulenspiegel, “the good of a lantern when it is lit.”
“Begone and leave me,” replied the Count.
“I will not begone,” rejoined Ulenspiegel.
“Wouldst thou have a stroke of the whip then?”
“I would willingly have ten, if I can put in your head such a lantern that you might see clear from here to the Escurial.”