“Aye,” said they.
And they each gave him a shoe. Ulenspiegel put them all in the apron he was wearing, and thus laden he danced upon the rope, though not without trouble.
The cord slicers called out from below:
“Thou saidst thou wouldst dance with every one of our shoes; put them on then and hold thy wager!”
Ulenspiegel, all the while dancing, made reply:
“I never said I would put on your shoes, but that I would dance with them. Now I am dancing and everything in my apron is dancing with me. Do ye not see it with your frog’s eyes all staring out of your heads? Pay me my three patards.”
But they hooted at him, shouting that he must give them their shoes back.
Ulenspiegel threw them at them one after the other into a heap. Therefrom arose a furious affray, for none of them could clearly distinguish his own shoe in the heap, or lay hold of it without a fight.
Ulenspiegel then came down from the tree and watered the combatants, but not with fair water.