“Aye,” said Lamme.
“You know they are coming from Marche-les-Dames, along by the Meuse, and it will be well to wait for them on the way before Steel-wind blows.”
“Aye,” said Lamme.
“We must save the prince’s life,” said Ulenspiegel.
“Aye,” said Lamme.
“Here,” said Ulenspiegel, “take my musket; go there into the underwoods between the rocks; load it with two bullets and fire when I croak like a crow.”
“I will,” said Lamme.
And he disappeared into the undergrowth. And Ulenspiegel soon heard the creak of the lock of the musket.
“Do you see them coming?” said he.
“I see them,” replied Lamme. “They are three, marching like soldiers, and one of them overtops the others by the head.”