“Here is the blasphemer!”
And pointed to him with his finger. And all ran to see the afflicted one.
Ulenspiegel nodded his head piteously.
“Ah!” said he, “I deserve neither grace nor pity; slay me like a mad dog.”
And the humpbacks, rubbing their hands, said:
“One more in our fraternity.”
Ulenspiegel, muttering between his teeth: “I will make you pay for that, evil ones,” appeared to endure all patiently, and said:
“I will neither eat nor drink, even to fortify my hump, until Master Saint Remacle has deigned to heal me even as he has smitten me.”
At the rumour of the miracle the dean came out of the church. He was a tall man, portly and majestic. Nose in wind, he clove the sea of the hunchbacks like a ship.
They pointed out Ulenspiegel; he said to him: