And the fishmonger died, howling like a wolf.
And the bells of Notre Dame tolled for the dead.
And Lamme and Ulenspiegel mounted upon their asses again.
And Nele, sad and grieving, dwelt with Katheline, who said, without ceasing:
“Take away the fire! my head is burning; come back, Hanske, my darling.”
Book IV
I
Being at Heyst, upon the dunes, Ulenspiegel and Lamme see, coming from Ostend, from Blanckenberghe, from Knokke, many fishing boats full of armed men, adherents of the Beggars of Zealand, who wear in their headgear the silver crescent with this inscription: “Better to serve the Turk than the Pope.”