That same evening, while the clock on Notre Dame was striking the ninth hour, Ulenspiegel went towards the Roode Valck, and seeing that the fishmonger was not there, he went wandering under the trees on the edge of the canal. The moon was shining bright and clear.
He saw the murderer coming.
As he passed before him, he could see him near at hand, and heard him say, speaking aloud like those who live alone:
“Where have they hidden these carolus?”
“Where the devil has found them,” answered Ulenspiegel striking him full in the face with his fist.
“Alas!” said the fishmonger, “I know thee who thou art, thou art the son. Have pity, I am old and weak. What I did, it was not for hate, but to serve His Majesty. Deign to pardon me. I wilt give thee back the furniture I purchased, thou wilt not have to pay me one single patard for it. Is not that enough? I paid seven gold florins for them. Thou shalt have all and a demi-florin to boot, for I am not rich, it must not be imagined.”
And he would have gone on his knees before him.
Ulenspiegel, seeing him so ugly, so trembling, and so cowardly and mean, flung him into the canal.
And he went away.