“Youshall soon have some better fare than that,” answered the Landgrave, “but whereis this donkey of yours?”
“Ileft him on the Grande Place,” Ulenspiegel said, “opposite the palace; and Ishould be most obliged if he could be given lodging for the night, some straw,and a little fodder.”
TheLandgrave gave immediately instructions to one of his pages that Ulenspiegel`sdonkey should be treated even as his own.
Thehour for supper soon arrived, and the meal was like a wedding festival. Hotmeats smoked in the dishes, wine flowed like water, while Ulenspiegel and theLandgrave grew both as red as burning coals. Ulenspiegel also became verymerry, but His Highness was somewhat pensive even in his cups.
“Ourpainter,” said he suddenly, “will have to paint our portrait, for it is a greatsatisfaction to a mortal prince to bequeath to his descendants the memory ofhis countenance.”