“What dost thou there, half naked, when it rains?”
“Ah,” she said, “aye, aye, a great portent!”
And she showed the dog with his throat cut and lying stiff.
Ulenspiegel thought at once of the treasure; he ran to it. The hole was empty and the earth strewed far about.
Leaping on Katheline and beating her:
“Where are the carolus?” he said.
“Aye, aye, a great portent!” replied Katheline.
Nele, defending her mother, cried out:
“Mercy and pity, Ulenspiegel!”
He ceased to strike. Soetkin then showed herself and asked what was the matter.