And sad in his heart, he looked at the clouds running like mad things in the sky, the sea where the sheep of fire were to be seen, and in the light of the torches and the lanterns the livid face of the fishmonger staring on him with cruel eyes.
And the ashes beat upon his heart.
And they marched for four hours till they came to where was the populace assembled in one mass, knowing the news already. All wishing to see the fishmonger, they followed the band of fishermen shouting, singing, dancing, and saying:
“The weer-wolf is taken! he is taken, the murderer! Blessed be Ulenspiegel! Long life to our brother Ulenspiegel! Lange leven onsen broeder Ulenspiegel.”
And it was like a revolt of the people.
When they passed before the bailiff’s house, he came out at the noise and said to Ulenspiegel:
“Thou art the victor; praise be to thee!”
“The ashes of Claes were beating upon my heart,” replied Ulenspiegel.
The bailiff then said:
“Thou shalt have the half of the murderer’s estate.”