“That is the might of the balsam,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“The balsam of valiancy,” answered Lamme.
Then taking the bodies of the three preachers one by one, he cast them into a hole among the rocks, leaving them their weapons and their clothes, all save their cloaks.
And all about them in the sky croaked the ravens, awaiting their food.
And the Sambre rolled along like a river of steel under the gray sky.
And the snow fell, washing the blood away.
And they were nevertheless troubled. And Lamme said:
“I would rather kill a chicken than a man.”
And they mounted their asses again.
At the gates of Huy the blood was still flowing; they pretended to fall into quarrel together, got down from their asses, and fenced and foined with their daggers most cruelly to behold; then having brought the combat to an end, they mounted again and entered into Huy, showing their passes at the gates of the city.