"The crows and the owls and the vultures will make short work of their repast. Already no doubt the dead bodies have become unrecognizable. As for our passports, there is no reason why they should not remain effective. But if the murder of the evangelists becomes known we should be arrested as you say. Nevertheless, whatever happens we shall have to go to Maestricht and pass through Landen on the way." "We shall be captured," said Lamme. "We shall get through," answered Ulenspiegel. Conversing in this wise they came to the inn of La Pie, where they found a good supper awaiting them, and good quarters for the night, both for themselves and for the donkeys; and on the morrow they took the road again for Landen. Not far from that town they came to a large farm. There Ulenspiegel whistled like a lark, and from the interior came the sound of a warlike cockcrow in answer. After that a jolly-looking farmer appeared at the door of the farmhouse, and greeted them as friends and good Beggarmen, and bade them welcome. "Who is this man?" Lamme inquired. "His name is Thomas Utenhove," said Ulenspiegel, "and he is a valiant Protestant. The man-servants and maid-servants that work on the farm are fellows with him in the cause of freedom of conscience." Then Utenhove said: "You are the envoys of the Prince? Come in then, eat and drink with me." And the ham was crackling in the frying-pan, the sausages likewise, and the wine flowed and the glasses were filled again. And Lamme drank like dry sand, and ate his fill. And the boys and girls of the farm came one after another and thrust their noses into the half-open door to gaze on him as he worked away so hard. But the men were jealous, saying that they also would be able to eat and drink as bravely if they had the chance. When all was finished, Thomas Utenhove said: "One hundred of our peasants will be leaving us this week under pretext of going to work on the dikes at Bruges and thereabouts. They will be setting out in small bands of five or six at a time, and all by different routes. At Bruges they will find certain barges waiting for them to take them by sea to Emden." "Will these men be provided with arms and with money?" inquired Ulenspiegel. "Each man will carry ten florins and a heavy cutlass." "God and the Prince will reward you," said Ulenspiegel. "But tell me," said the farmer, "is Edzard, Count of Frise, still friendly to the Prince?" "He feigns not to be," answered Ulenspiegel. "Nevertheless, he is giving harbourage all the time to the Prince's ships at Emden." And then he added: "We are on the way to Maestricht." "You cannot go there," said the farmer. "The Duke's army is camped in front of the town and all round it." With that he conducted his visitors up into the loft, whence they could see the standards of enemy cavalry and infantry moving about in the distance over the plain. Ulenspiegel said: