Bontzye looks up for the first time. He is dazzled; everything shines and flashes and streams with light.
"Taki?" he asks shyly.
"Yes, really!" answers the presiding judge with decision; "really, I tell you, everything is yours; everything in heaven belongs to you. Because all that shines and sparkles is only the reflection of your hidden goodness, a reflection of your soul. You only take of what is yours."
"Taki?" asks Bontzye again, this time in a firmer voice.
"Taki! taki! taki!" they answer him from all sides.
"Well, if it is so," Bontzye smiles, "I would like to have every day, for breakfast, a hot roll with fresh butter."
The Court and the angels looked down, a little ashamed; the prosecutor laughed.