And they walked for four hours, and came to Damme where was a great crowd assembled that already was aware of what had happened. Every one desired to see the fishmonger, and they pressed round the fishermen and fisherwives, crying out and singing and dancing and saying: “The werwolf is caught! He is caught, the murderer! Blessed be Ulenspiegel! Long live our brother Ulenspiegel!—Lange leve onzen broeder Ulenspiegel.” And it was like a popular rising. And when the crowd passed in front of the bailiff’s house, he came out, hearing the noise, and said to Ulenspiegel:
“You are the conqueror; all praise to you!”
“It was the ashes of Claes that beat upon my heart,” said Ulenspiegel.
Then the bailiff said:
“Half the murderer’s fortune shall be yours.”
“Let it be given to his victims,” answered Ulenspiegel.
Now Lamme and Nele were there too—Nele laughing and crying with joy and kissing her lover; Lamme jumping heavily and striking his belly while he cried out at the same time:
“Brave, trusty, and true! My comrade, my well-beloved! You cannot match him anywhere, you other men of the flat country.”
But the fisherfolk laughed and made mock of Lamme.