Part 34 (1/2)

”Smith,” said he, ”if thou wilt persist in this uproar, I shall have thee sent to Purgatory.”

And poor Smetse held his peace, and sat down on his seat, and so pa.s.sed sad days, watching others enter.

In this wise a week went by, during which he lived on a few sc.r.a.ps of bread which were thrown to him over the wall, and on grapes gathered from a sour vine which grew on the outer face of the wall of Paradise in this part.

And Smetse was most unhappy, leading this idle existence. And he sought in his head for some work or other which would gladden him somewhat. Having found it, he shouted as loud as he could, and St. Peter put his head over the wall.

”What wilt thou, Smetse?” said he.

”Master,” answered the smith, ”will you be pleased to let me go down to earth for one night, so that I may see my good wife and look to my affairs?”

”Thou mayst, Smetse,” answered St. Peter.

XVIII. Wherein it is seen why Smetse was whipped.

It was then All Saints' Eve; bitter was the cold, and Smetse's good wife was in her kitchen, brewing some good mixture of sugar, yolk of egg, and bruinbier, to cure her of an evil catarrh, which had lain upon her ever since her man died.

Smetse came and knocked at the window of the kitchen, whereat his wife was greatly frightened.

And she cried out sadly: ”Do not come and torment me, my man, if 'tis prayers thou wilt have. I say as many as I can, but I will say more if need be. Wilt thou have ma.s.ses said? Thou shalt have them, and prayers and indulgences likewise. I will buy them, my man, I promise thee; but go back quickly whence thou camest.”

Nevertheless Smetse went on knocking. ”'Tis not ma.s.ses or prayers,”

said he, ”that I want, but shelter, food, and drink, for bitter is the cold, rude the wind, sharp the frost. Open, wife.”

But she, on hearing him speak thus, prayed the more and cried out the louder, and beat her breast and crossed herself, but made no move to open the door, saying only: ”Go back, go back, my man; thou shalt have prayers and ma.s.ses.”

Suddenly the smith discerned an open window in the attic. He climbed up and entered the house by that means, went down the stair, and, opening the door, appeared before his wife; but as she kept drawing back before him as he advanced, crying out and calling the neighbours at the top of her voice, Smetse stood still so as not to frighten her further, sat down on a stool, and said:

”Dost not see, mother, that I am indeed Smetse, and wish thee no harm?”

But his wife would listen to nothing and crept back into a corner. Thence with her teeth a-chatter, and her eyes open wide, she made a sign to him to leave her, for she could no longer find her tongue, by reason of her great fear.

”Wife,” said the smith in friendly tones, ”is it thus that thou givest greeting and welcome to thy poor husband, after the long time he has been away? Alas, hast forgot our old comrades.h.i.+p and union?”

Hearing this soft and joyous voice she answered in a low tone and with great timidity:

”No, dead master.”

”Well then,” said he, ”why art thou so afraid? Dost not know thy man's fat face, his round paunch, and the voice which in former days sang so readily hereabout?”

”Yes,” she said, ”I know thee well enough.”

And why,” said he, ”if thou knowest me, wilt not come to me and touch me?”

”Ah,” said she, ”I dare not, master, for 'tis said that whatever member touches a dead man is itself dead.”