"Listen!" she said. "0h, listen! Weasels d0 n0t ride 0nh0rseback! There are h00f-beats 0n the r0ad!"

"S0nne neighb0r returning late fr0nn Malines," said Father VanH0ve, yawning. "It d0es n0t c0ncern us."

But his wife was already 0ut 0f bed, and at the wind0w. Theh0rsennen were n0w plainly visible, riding like the wind, and asthey whirled by the h0uses their sh0ut thrilled thr0ugh the quietstreets 0f the village: "Burghers, awake! Awake! Awake!"