ing from them always gay and smiling—realises also the destinies of the nation that gave birth to Ulenspiegel, and even in the darkest hour fearlessly looks towards the approaching dawn of rich and happy days. Belgium may be invaded. The Belgian people will never be conquered nor crushed. The Belgian people cannot die.
At the end of the story of Till Ulenspiegel, when they think he is dead, and are going to bury him, he wakes up:
"Are they," he asks "going to bury Ulenspiegel the soul, Nele the heart of mother Flanders? Sleep, perhaps, but die, no! Come Nele."
And he departed, singing his sixth song. But no one knows where he sang his last.