Then he brought them to his hermitage, where they held feast and revel for eleven days without pause or truce.
XIII
Claes, when he parted from his brother, mounted his donkey once more, taking Ulenspiegel on the crupper behind him. He passed by the great square of Meyborg, and there beheld, assembled in groups, a great number of pilgrims, who seeing them became enraged and flourishing their cudgels they all suddenly cried out, “Scamp!” because of Ulenspiegel, who, opening his breeches, plucked up his shirt and showed them his nether visage.
Claes, seeing that it was his son they were threatening, said to him:
“What did you do for them to be so angry against you?”
“Dear father,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I am sitting on the donkey, saying no word to any man, and nevertheless they say I am a scamp.”
Then Claes set him in front.
In this position Ulenspiegel thrust out his tongue at the pilgrims, who, roaring, shook their fists at him, and lifting up their cudgels, would fain have beaten Claes and the donkey.
But Claes smote the beast with his heels to flee from their wrath, and while they pursued, losing their breath, he said to his son: