Messire de Lumey said then to Ulenspiegel:
“Fleming gadabout and monk feeder, thou shalt be hanged with them.”
“I have no fear,” answered Ulenspiegel, “word of a soldier, word of gold.”
“Thou carriest thy comb high,” said de Lumey.
“The ashes beat upon my heart,” said Ulenspiegel.
The monks were brought into a barn, and Ulenspiegel with them: there they would fain have converted him by theological disputations; but he fell asleep listening to them.
Messire de Lumey being at table, full of wine and meat, a messenger arrived from Gorcum, from Captain Marin, with a copy of letters from the Silent, Prince of Orange, “commanding all governors of cities and other places to hold the ecclesiastics in like safeguard, safety, and privilege as the rest of the people.”
The messenger asked to be brought before de Lumey to give the copy of the letters into his own hands.
“Where is the original?” de Lumey asked him.
“With my master,” said the messenger.