You can have some beer." "Madman, who, born in Holland, sought other lands!" snorted Gerard in Dutch.

The landlady started.
"What gibberish is that ?" asked she, and crossed herself with looks of superstitious alarm.

"You can buy what you like in the village, and cook it in our oven; but, prithee, mutter no charms nor sorceries here, good man; don't ye now, it do make my flesh creep so." They scoured the village for food, and ended by supping on roasted eggs and brown bread.
At a very early hour their chambermaid came for them.

It was a rosy-cheeked old fellow with a lanthorn.
They followed him.

He led them across a dirty farmyard, where they had much ado to pick their steps, and brought them into a cow-house.