Flemish Legends

comrade," said Gans to Blaeskaek, "wh

n, a despiser of all good and all virtue. For '

ask is he who invented beer, wine, and ale, when we have heard it preached every Sunday in our church that St

, "I know I have heard that p

fresh themselves with a fine Ghent sausage, brought by

friend. So, perhaps, we may escape burning. For 'tis to God we

master, between us we must certai

'Tis easy enough for thee to talk comf

deed much to

' And if he turn angry with me and cast spells on my beer and my wine, and

and call us both before the tribunal, and have

he wicked devil on the other, fighting over our poor bodies,

go to the good fathers openly,

e burnt, my good master

be some way whereby

is none, and we shall be burnt. I

t of a way," s

, unless it be the clemency of the worthy fathers.

on

wallet, and humbly invite him into our house, to eat a quarter of roast lamb, well washed down with old wine.

l, for I wish thee well, blubberer. We must follow the apothecary's advice in half-and-half fashion, so much

ll the devils! ye

small keg of good beer, and ask him not to use it up too fast. In this way he will be, in fact, within the hall of the inn, and he will keep himself well h

more about devils than we. As for this deviling, we will do our best to satisfy him, acc