And they seized each other by the neck and the shoulders, rolling on the ground while Lamme gave his good advice to Ulenspiegel.
Suddenly the baes of the Bee came in followed by seven men, whom he seemed not to know. He crowed like a cock and Ulenspiegel whistled like a lark. Seeing Ulenspiegel and Lamme fighting, the baes spoke:
“Who are these two fellows?” he asked the Stevenyne.
The Stevenyne answered:
“Rogues that it would be better to separate rather than leave them here to make such an uproar before going to the gallows.”
“Let him dare to separate us,” said Ulenspiegel, “and we will make him eat the tiled floor.”
“The baes to the rescue,” said Ulenspiegel in Lamme’s ear.
Hereupon the baes, scenting some mystery, rushed into their battle, head down. Lamme threw these words into his ear.
“You the rescuer? How?”
The baes pretended to shake Ulenspiegel by the ears and said to him in a whisper: