Part 26 (1/2)

”Yes, wife,” said Smetse, ”I laugh with content, for the wines are ours, ours the meats, ours the loaves and cheeses. Let us make merry over it together.” And he tried to embrace her: but she, shaking herself free: ”Oh, oh,” she said, ”he runs up debts, he tells lies, he laughs at his shame: he has all the vices, none is wanting.”

”Wife,” said Smetse, ”all this is ours, I tell thee again. To this amount am I paid in advance for certain large orders which have been graciously given me.”

”Art thou not lying?” said she, growing a little calmer.

”No,” said he.

”All this is ours?”

”Yes,” he said, ”by the word of honour of a citizen of Ghent.”

”Ah, my man, then we are henceforward out of our trouble.”

”Yes, wife,” said he.

”'Tis a miracle from G.o.d.”

”Alas,” said he.

”But these men come hither by night, against the usual custom, tell me the reason of that.”

”He who knows the reason for everything,” said Smetse, ”is an evil prier. Such a one am not I.”

”But,” said she, ”they speak never a word.”

”They do not like to talk,” said Smetse, ”that is clear. Or it may be that their master chose them dumb, so that they should not waste time chattering with housewives.”

”Yes, that may be,” she said, while the thirty-first porter was going past, ”but 'tis very strange, I cannot hear their footfalls, my man?”

”They have for certain,” said Smetse, ”soles to suit their work.”

”But,” she said, ”their faces are so pale, sad, and motionless, that they seem like faces of the dead.”

”Night-birds have never a good complexion,” said Smetse.

”But,” said his wife, ”I have never seen these men among the guilds of Ghent.”

”Thou dost not know them all,” said Smetse.

”That may be, my man.”

In this manner the smith and his wife held converse together, the one very curious and disturbed, the other confused and ashamed at his lies.

Suddenly, as the three-and-thirtieth porter of the master-vintner was going out of the door, there rushed in in great haste a man of middling height, dressed in a short black smock, pale-haired, large-headed, wan-faced, stepping delicately, quick as the wind, stiff as a poker; for the rest, smiling continually, and carrying a lantern.

The man came up to Smetse hurriedly, without speaking bade him follow, and seized him by the arm. When Smetse hung back he made him a quick sign to have no fear, and led him into the garden, whither they were followed by the good wife. There he took a spade, gave his lantern to Smetse to hold, dug in the earth rapidly and opened a great hole, pulled out of the hole a leathern bag, opened it quickly, and with a smile showed Smetse and his wife that it was full of gold coin. The good wife cried out at the sight of the gold, whereupon he gave her a terrible great buffet in the face, smiled again, saluted, turned on his heel and went off with his lantern.

The good wife, knocked down by the force of the blow, and quite dazed, dared not cry out again, and only moaned softly: ”Smetse, Smetse,”