"Sir Landgrave," answered Ulenspiegel, "your will is my pleasure. Nevertheless, I cannot help feeling sorry at the thought that if your Lordship is painted by himself he will feel lonely, perhaps, all there in solitary state through the ages to come. Surely he should be accompanied by his noble wife, Madame the Landgravine, by her lords and ladies, and by his captains and most warlike officers of State. In the midst of these, my Lord and his Lady will shine like twin suns surrounded by lanterns." "Well, painter mine, and how much shall I have to pay you for this mighty work?" "One hundred florins, either now or later, just as you will." "Here they are, in advance," said the Landgrave. "Most compassionate master," said Ulenspiegel as he took the money, "you have filled my lamp with oil, and now it shall burn bright in your honour." On the next day Ulenspiegel asked the Landgrave to let him see those persons who were to have the honour of being painted. And first there came before him the Duke of Lüneburg, commander of the infantry of the Landgrave. He was a stout man who carried with difficulty his great paunch swollen with food. He went up to Ulenspiegel and whispered in his ear: "When you paint my portrait see that you take off half my fat at least. Else will I order my soldiers to have you hung." The Duke passed on. And next there came a noble lady with a hump on her back and a bosom as flat as a sword-blade. "Sir painter," said she, "unless you remove the hump on my back and give me a couple of others in the place where they should be, verily I will have you drawn and quartered as if you were a prisoner." The lady went away, and now there appeared a young maid of honour, fair, fresh, and comely, only that she lacked three teeth under her upper lip. "Sir painter," said she, "if you do not paint me smiling and showing through my parted lips a perfect set of teeth, I'll have you chopped up into small pieces at the hands of my gallant. There he is, look at him." And she pointed to that Captain of Artillery who a while ago had been playing dice on the palace steps. And she went her way. The procession continued, until at last Ulenspiegel was left alone with the Landgrave. The Landgrave said to him: "My friend, let me warn you that if your painting has the misfortune to be inaccurate or false to all these various physiognomies by so much as a single feature, I will have your throat cut as if you were a chicken." "If I am to have my head cut off," thought Ulenspiegel, "if I am to be drawn and quartered, chopped up into small pieces, and finally hung, I should do better to paint no portrait at all. I must consider what is best to be done." "And where is the hall," he asked the Landgrave, "which I am to adorn with all these likenesses!" "Follow me," said the Landgrave. And he brought him to a large room with great bare walls. "This is the hall," he said.