The Legend of Ulenspiegel Volume Ii Part 69

"Do not insult souls, were they even the souls of butchers."

And making the will-o'-the-wisp dance on her finger tip:

"Wisp," said she, "dear wisp, what tidings dost thou bring us from the country of souls? What are they employed in over there? Do they eat and drink, since they have no mouths? for thou hast none, darling wisp! or do they indeed take human shape only in the blessed paradise?"

"Canst thou," said Ulenspiegel, "waste time in this fashion conversing with this wretched flame that hath neither ears to hear thee with nor mouth to answer thee withal?"

But without heeding him:

"Wisp," said Nele, "reply by dancing, for I will ask thee three times: once in the name of G.o.d, once in the name of Madame the Virgin, and once in the name of the elemental spirits that are messengers 'twixt G.o.d and man."

And she did so, and the wisp danced three times.

Then Nele said to Ulenspiegel:

"Take off thy clothes; I shall do the same: here is the silver box in which is the balsam of vision."

"'Tis all one to me," said Ulenspiegel.

Then being unclad and anointed with the balsam of vision, they lay down beside each other naked on the gra.s.s.

The sea mews were plaining; the thunder was growling dull in the cloud where the lightning gleamed; the moon scarce displayed between two clouds the golden horns of her crescent; the will-o'-the-wisps on Ulenspiegel and Nele betook themselves off to dance with the others in the meadow.

Suddenly Ulenspiegel and Nele were caught up in the mighty hand of a giant who threw them into the air like children's balloons, caught them again, rolled them one upon the other and kneaded them between his hands, threw them into the water pools between the hills and pulled them out again full of seaweed. Then carrying them thus through s.p.a.ce, he sang with a voice that woke all the sea mews underneath with affright:

"That vermin, crawling, biting, With squinting glances tries To read the sacred writing We hide from all men's eyes.

"Read, flea, the secret rare; Read, louse, the sacred term That heaven, earth and air With seven nails hold firm."

And in very deed, Ulenspiegel and Nele saw upon the sward, in the air and in the sky, seven tablets of shining bra.s.s fastened thereto by seven flaming nails.

Upon the tablets there was written:

Amid the dung May saps arise; If Seven's ill, yet Seven's well; The diamond came from coal, they tell; From foolish teachers, pupils wise-- If Seven's ill, yet Seven's well.

And the giant walked on followed by all the will-o'-the-wisps, which said, chirping and singing like gra.s.shoppers:

"Look well at him, 'tis their Grand Master.

The Pope of popes and Lord of lords, Can change great Caesar to a pastor: Look well at him, he's made of boards."

Suddenly his features changed; he seemed thinner, sadder, taller. In one hand he held a sceptre and a sword in the other. And his name was Pride.

And casting Nele and Ulenspiegel down upon the ground he said:

"I am G.o.d."

Then close by him, riding on a goat, there appeared a ruddy girl, with bared bosom, her robe open, and a lively sparkling eye: her name was l.u.s.t; came then an old Jewess picking up the sh.e.l.ls of sea mews' eggs: she had Avarice to name; and a greedy, gluttonous monk, devouring chitterlings, stuffing sausages, and champing his jaws continually like the sow upon which he was mounted: this was Gluttony; next came Idleness dragging her legs, pallid and puffy, with dulled eyes, and Anger driving her before her with strokes of a goad. Idleness, woebegone, was bemoaning herself, and all in tears fell down upon her knees; then came lean Envy, with a viper's head and pike's teeth, biting Idleness because she was too much at her ease, Anger because she was too vivacious, Gluttony because he was too well stuffed, l.u.s.t because she was too red, Avarice for the eggsh.e.l.ls, Pride because he had a purple robe and a crown. And all around danced the will-o'-the-wisps.

And speaking with the voices of men, of women, of girls and plaintive children, they said, moaning and groaning:

"Pride, father of ambition, Anger, spring of cruelty, ye slew us on the battle-field, in prisons and with torments, to keep your sceptres and your crowns! Envy, thou didst destroy in the bud many high and useful ideas; we are the souls of persecuted inventors: Avarice, thou didst coin into gold the blood of the poor common folk; we are the souls of thy victims; l.u.s.t, thou mate and sister of murder, that didst give birth to Nero, to Messalina, to Philip King of Spain, thou dost buy virtue and pay for corruption; we are the souls of the dead: Idleness and Gluttony, ye befoul the world, ye must be swept from out of it; we are the souls of the dead."

And a voice was heard saying:

"Amid the dung May saps arise; If Seven's ill, yet Seven's well; For foolish teachers, pupils wise; To win the coal and ashes, too, What is the wandering louse to do?"

And the will-o'-the-wisps said:

"The fire, 'tis we, vengeance for the bygone tears, the woes of the people; vengeance for the lords that hunted human game upon their lands; vengeance for the fruitless battles, the blood spilt in prisons, men burned and women and girls buried alive; vengeance for the fettered and bleeding past. The fire, 'tis we: we are the souls of the dead."

At these words the Seven were changed to wooden statues, while keeping every point of their former shape.

And a voice said:

"Ulenspiegel, burn the wood."

And Ulenspiegel turning towards the will-o'-the-wisps:

"Ye that are fire," said he, "perform your office."

And the will-o'-the-wisps in a crowd surrounded the Seven, which burned and were reduced to ashes.

And a river of blood ran down.

And from out the ashes rose up seven other shapes; the first said:

"Pride was I named; I am called n.o.ble Spirit." The others spake in the same fashion, and Ulenspiegel and Nele saw from Avarice come forth Economy; from Anger, Vivacity; from Gluttony, Appet.i.te; from Envy, Emulation; and from Idleness, the Reverie of poets and sages. And l.u.s.t upon her goat was transformed to a beautiful woman whose name was Love.

And the will-o'-the-wisps danced about them in a happy round.

Then Ulenspiegel and Nele heard a thousand voices of concealed men and women, sonorous and laughing voices that sang with a sound as of castanets:

"When over land and sea shall reign In form transfigured all these seven, Men, boldly raise your heads to heaven; The Golden Age has come again."

And Ulenspiegel said: "The spirits mock us."

And a mighty hand seized Nele by the arm and hurled her into s.p.a.ce.