“What are you saying, my son?” asked Lamme.
“What is,” replied Ulenspiegel; “do not contradict me through modesty. Aye, good people, goodwives and artisans, soon you will behold him try the work of his arms and annihilate this famous Stercke Pier.”
“Hold your tongue,” said Lamme.
“Your might is well known,” replied Ulenspiegel, “you could never hide it.”
“Hee haw!” went the boatman; “hee haw!” went the lad.
Suddenly Ulenspiegel sang again, most melodiously like a lark. And the men, the women, and the artisans, ravished with delight, asked him where he had learned that divine whistle.
“In paradise, whence I have come direct,” answered Ulenspiegel.
Then, speaking to the man who never stopped braying and pointing with his finger for mockery:
“Why do you stay there on your boat, rascal? Do you not dare to come to land and mock at us and our steeds?”