“I will forgive,” said Ulenspiegel benevolently.
“Then,” said they, “take this patard, accept this florin, permit us to give this real to Your Straightness, to offer him this cruzado, put these carolus in his hands....”
“Hide up your carolus,” said Ulenspiegel, whispering, “let not your left hand know what your right hand is giving.”
And this he said because of the dean who was devouring with his eyes the humpbacks’ money, without seeing whether it was gold or silver.
“Thanks be unto thee, sanctified sir,” said the humpbacks to Ulenspiegel.
And he accepted their gifts proudly as a man of a miracle.
But greedy ones were rubbing away with their humps on the tomb without saying a word.
Ulenspiegel went at night to a tavern where he held revel and feast.
Before going to bed, thinking that the dean would want to have his share of the booty, if not all, he counted up his gain, and found more gold than silver, for he had in it fully three hundred carolus. He noted a withered bay tree in a pot, took it by the hair of its head, plucked up the plant and the earth, and put the gold underneath. All the demi-florins, patards, and patacoons were spread out upon the table.
The dean came to the tavern and went up to Ulenspiegel.