asked the king. "that i may smoke one more pipe on my way." "thou mayst smoke three," answered the king, "but do not imagine that i will spare thy life." then the soldier pulled out his pipe and lighted it at the blue light, and as soon as a few wreaths of smoke had ascended, the mannikin was there with a small cudgel in his hand, and said, "what does my lord command?" "strike down to earth that false judge there, and his constable, and spare not the king who has treated me so ill."