The monk having bestowed it, went on his way.
Ulenspiegel then lay with his ear against the ground. A peasant came by.
“Dost thou hear any noise from below?” he said.
“Aye,” replied Ulenspiegel, “I hear the wood growing, the wood whose faggots will serve to burn poor heretics.”
“Dost thou hear naught else?” said a constable of the commune to him.
“I hear,” said Ulenspiegel, “the gendarmerie coming from Spain; if thou hast aught to keep, bury it, for soon the towns will be safe no longer by reason of robbers.”
“He is mad,” said the constable.
“He is mad,” repeated the townsfolk.