Lamme remained behind Ulenspiegel, not daring to speak.
“Who art thou?” asked the lord.
“I am Thyl Ulenspiegel, the son of Claes, who died in the flames for his faith.”
And he whistled like the lark and the lord crowed like the cock.
“I am Admiral Très-Long,” said he; “what wouldst thou with me?”
Ulenspiegel narrated to him his adventures, and gave him five hundred carolus.
“Who is this big man?” asked Très-Long, pointing a finger at Lamme.
“My comrade and friend,” replied Ulenspiegel: “he desires, like myself, to sing on your ship, with the fine voice of a musket, the song of deliverance for the land of our fathers.”
“Ye are brave men both,” said Très-Long, “and ye shall go on my ship.”
They were then in the month of February; sharp was the wind, keen the frost. After three weeks of grudging waiting Très-Long left Emden under protest. Thinking to enter the Texel, he went out from Vlie, but was forced to go in to Wieringen, where his ship was locked up in the ice.