“Drunk it. Among soaking horsemen, one man’s brandy is everybody’s brandy. Evil is the scurvy stingy one.”
“To-morrow I will carve your carcase in the lists,” replied Riesencraft.
“We will carve each other,” answered Ulenspiegel, “heads, arms, legs, and all. But are you not constipated, that you have such a sour face?”
“I am,” said Riesencraft.
“You want a purge, then,” replied Ulenspiegel, “and not a duel.”
It was agreed between them that they should meet next day, mounted and accoutred each as he pleased, and should cut up each other’s bacon with a short stiff sword.
Ulenspiegel asked that for himself the sword might be replaced by a cudgel, which was granted him.
In the meanwhile, all the soldiers having crossed the river and falling into order at the voice of the colonels and the captains, the ten ranks of archers also crossed over.
And the Silent said:
“Let us march on Liége!”