me, whence do you come, and what sort of man are you?"
"I am 'Our Lord,' and come from Heaven," said the man.
"Thee will I not drink with," said the lad; "for thou makest such distinction between persons here in the world, and sharest rights so unevenly that some get so rich and some so poor. No! with thee I will not drink," and as he said this he trotted off with his keg again.
So when he had gone a bit farther the keg grew too heavy again; he thought he never could carry it any longer unless some one came with whom he might drink, and so lessen the ale in the keg. Yes! he met an ugly, scrawny man who came along fast and furious.
"Good day," said the man.
"Good day to you," said the lad.
"Whither away?" asked the man.
"Oh, I'm looking for some one to drink with, and get my keg lightened," said the lad.
"Can't you drink with me as well as with any one else?" said the man; "I have fared both far and wide, and I am tired and thirsty."
"Well, why not?" said the lad; "but who are you, and whence do you come?"
"Who am I? I am the De'il, and I come from Hell; that's where I come from," said the man.
"No!" said the lad; "thou only pinest and plaguest poor folk, and if there is any unhappiness astir, they always say it is thy fault. Thee I will not drink with."
So he went far and farther than far again with his ale-keg on his back, till he thought it grew so heavy
