Nevertheless, when the executioner, having blown out the candles, set the burning brazier under Ulenspiegel’s feet, she cried:
“Master judges, have pity upon him: he knows not what he saith.”
“Why doth he not know what he saith?” asked the bailiff, craftily.
“Do not question her, master judges; ye see full well that she is out of her wits with torment. The fishmonger lied,” said Ulenspiegel.
“Wilt thou say the same as he, woman?” asked the bailiff.
Soetkin made sign with her head to say yes.
“Burn the fishmonger!” cried Ulenspiegel.
Soetkin held her peace, raising her clenched fist into the air as though to curse.
Yet seeing the brazier burn up more fiercely under her son’s feet, she cried:
“O Lord God! Madame Mary that art in heaven, put an end to this torment! Have pity! Take the brazier away!”