The pagan Radbod had already immersed one of his royal legs in the baptismal font, when a thought struck him--"where are my dead forefathers at present?" "In hell, with all other unbelievers," was the imprudent answer. "Mighty well," replied Radbod, removing his leg, "then will I rather feast with my ancestors in the halls of Woden, than dwell with your little starveling band of Christians in heaven."
--WH Motley, The Rise of the Dutch Republic v. 1 p. 27 (Everyman ed. 1906)