“Shame on you again!” cried Ulenspiegel. “Parole de soldat n’est plus parole d’or. You ought rather to be punishing those rascals that are merchants in human fat!”
At this Messire de Lumey rushed at Ulenspiegel and raised his hand to strike at him.
“Strike,” said Ulenspiegel. “I am in your hands. But I have no fear at all of you. Parole de soldat n’est plus parole d’or.”
Messire de Lumey drew his sword, and would certainly have killed Ulenspiegel had not Messire Très-Long taken him by the arm, saying:
“Have mercy. He is a brave and valiant man and has committed no crime.”
Then de Lumey thought better of the matter.
“Let him ask my pardon then,” he said.
But Ulenspiegel stood his ground.
“Never,” he said.
“At least he must admit that I was not in the wrong,” cried de Lumey, growing angry again.