“Thou liest,” said Lamme; “no man saw it.”
“No, no man saw it,” cried Toria. “To the fire with the murderer. Before he dies he wants an innocent victim; let him pay! He has lied. If thou didst do it, confess not, Ulenspiegel. There are no witnesses. Let him pay by slow fire, by red-hot pincers.”
“Didst thou commit the murder?” the bailiff asked Ulenspiegel.
Ulenspiegel replied:
“I flung the murderer, the denouncer of Claes, into the water. My father’s ashes were beating on my heart.”
“He confesseth,” said the fishmonger; “he shall die even as I. Where is the gallows, that I may see it? Where is the executioner with the sword of justice? The death bells are ringing for thee, rascal, murderer of an old man.”
Ulenspiegel said:
“I threw thee into the water to kill thee; the ashes were beating on my heart.”
And among the people, the women said:
“Why confess it, Ulenspiegel? No man saw it, now thou shalt die.”