“I go, baes,” answered Ulenspiegel.
He ran to the gallows field, found there the dried hand of a robber, brought it to the Kwaebakker, and said:
“Here is a hand of glory that maketh invisible all those that carry it. Wilt thou henceforward conceal thy evil disposition?”
“I shall inform the commune against you,” replied the Kwaebakker, “and you will see that you have infringed upon the rights of the overlord.”
When they were both before the burgomaster, the Kwaebakker, wishing to tell the whole rosary of Ulenspiegel’s misdeeds and delinquencies, saw that he was opening his eyes to their widest. He became so angry at this that interrupting his deposition he said to him:
“What do you want?”
Ulenspiegel replied:
“You told me you would accuse me in such wise that I ‘would see.’ I am trying to see, that is why I look.”
“Out of my eyes,” cried the baker.
“If I was in your eyes,” answered Ulenspiegel, “I could only come out, seeing that you shut them, through your nostrils.”