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The Legend of Ulenspiegel. Volume 2 of 2
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And all distraught, she bent over Ulenspiegel’s body, and kissed him with tears and sobbing.
The burgomaster, the aldermen, and the peasant were filled with pity, but the curé ceased not to repeat, rejoicing: “The great Beggar is dead, God be praised!”
Then the peasant digged the grave and placed Ulenspiegel therein and covered him with sand.
And the curé said the prayers for the dead above the grave: all kneeled down around it; suddenly there was a great upheaving under the soil and Ulenspiegel, sneezing and shaking the sand out of his hair, seized the curé by the throat:
“Inquisitor!” said he, “thou dost thrust me into the earth alive in my sleep. Where is Nele? hast thou buried her, too? Who art thou?”
The curé cried out:
“The great Beggar returneth into this world. Lord God! receive my soul!”
And he took to flight like a stag before the hounds.
Nele came to Ulenspiegel.
“Kiss me, my darling,” said he.
Then he looked round him again; the two peasants had fled like the curé, and had flung down shovel and chair and sunshade to run the better; the burgomaster and the aldermen, holding their ears with fright, were whimpering on the turf.
Ulenspiegel went up to them, and shaking them:
“Can any bury,” said he, “Ulenspiegel the spirit and Nele the heart of Mother Flanders? She, too, may sleep, but not die. No! Come, Nele.”
And he went forth with her, singing his sixth song, but no man knoweth where he sang the last one of all.
THE END
The burgomaster, the aldermen, and the peasant were filled with pity, but the curé ceased not to repeat, rejoicing: “The great Beggar is dead, God be praised!”
Then the peasant digged the grave and placed Ulenspiegel therein and covered him with sand.
And the curé said the prayers for the dead above the grave: all kneeled down around it; suddenly there was a great upheaving under the soil and Ulenspiegel, sneezing and shaking the sand out of his hair, seized the curé by the throat:
“Inquisitor!” said he, “thou dost thrust me into the earth alive in my sleep. Where is Nele? hast thou buried her, too? Who art thou?”
The curé cried out:
“The great Beggar returneth into this world. Lord God! receive my soul!”
And he took to flight like a stag before the hounds.
Nele came to Ulenspiegel.
“Kiss me, my darling,” said he.
Then he looked round him again; the two peasants had fled like the curé, and had flung down shovel and chair and sunshade to run the better; the burgomaster and the aldermen, holding their ears with fright, were whimpering on the turf.
Ulenspiegel went up to them, and shaking them:
“Can any bury,” said he, “Ulenspiegel the spirit and Nele the heart of Mother Flanders? She, too, may sleep, but not die. No! Come, Nele.”
And he went forth with her, singing his sixth song, but no man knoweth where he sang the last one of all.
THE END
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