“Your tongue is not so deep down in your shoes that you could not manage a message for me?”
“You must,” said the dame, “leave me here and go to Koolkercke, on the other way of the wind, and tell a gentleman clad particoloured in black and red, that he must not look for me to-day, but to come on Sunday at ten at night, into my castle by the postern.”
“I will not go,” said Ulenspiegel.
“Why not?” asked the dame.
“I will not go, no!” said Ulenspiegel again.
The dame said to him:
“What is it then, little ruffled cock, that inspires thee with this fierce mind?”
“I will not go!” said Ulenspiegel.
“But if I gave thee a florin?”