All of them were shouting and making a commotion.
The Crooked One sat on a wagon, and banged it with his crutches; Long Mekabbel, with a red plaster on his neck, stood beside him.
These two leaders of the revolt were addressing the people, the meek of the earth.
"Ha, ha!" exclaimed Long Mekabbel, as he caught sight of us and the messenger, "they have come to beg our acceptance!"
"To beg our acceptance!" shouted the Crooked One, and banged his crutch.
"Why won't you come to the wedding, to the dinner?" we inquired. "Everyone will be given alms."
"How much?" they asked all together.
"We don't know, but you will take what they offer."
"Will they give it us in kerblech? Because, if not, we don't go."
"There will be a hole in the sky if you don't go," cried some of the urchins present.