And thereat the men and women of Zeeland cried out with one accord: "We are ready, even unto the death!" And the men said one to another: "What joy it will be to exchange this land of slavery for the freedom of the sea!" And the women and girls said likewise: "Let us follow our husbands and our lovers; we belong to Zeeland and there we shall find asile!" Now Ulenspiegel had noticed a young and pretty maid, and he addressed her jokingly: "I would you were my wife!" But she blushed and answered him: "I would have thee for my husband--but at the church only, remember!" The women laughed and said among themselves: "She is in love with Hans Utenhove, the master's son. He will go along with her, doubtless." "You say truly," Hans replied. And his father said: "You have my permission." Then all the men put on their best clothes, their doublets and hose of velvet, and the great opperst-kleed over all. As for the women, they wore black petticoats and pleated shoes. Round their necks they wore a white ruff, their bodices were embroidered in gold, scarlet, and blue; their skirts were of black wool with broad stripes of black velvet thereon, and their stockings were of black wool, and their shoes of velvet with silver buckles. Thereupon Thomas Utenhove went to the church and put into the hands of the priest a couple of rycksdaelders, asking him at the same time to join in marriage Thylbert the son of Claes (that is Ulenspiegel) and Tannekin Pieters. And this the curé consented to do. Ulenspiegel then went to church, followed by the wedding procession. And there, in the presence of the priest, Tannekin was made his wife. And she looked so pretty and so sweet, so complaisant and so tender, that right willingly would he have eaten her up as she had been a ripe apple of love. And he told her so, not daring to do more for the respect he felt for her gentle loveliness. But she pouted her lips, and bade him leave her alone, for that Hans was watching him and would kill him without a doubt. And a certain damsel was jealous, and said to Ulenspiegel: "Seek elsewhere for a lover. Do you not see that she is afraid of her own man?" Lamme clapped his hands together and cried: "You cannot have them all, you rascal!" So Ulenspiegel, making the best of his misfortune, returned to the farm with the wedding guests. And there he drank and sang and made merry, clinking many a glass with the damsel that was jealous. And at this Hans was glad, but not so Tannekin, nor yet the youth that was betrothed to the damsel. At noon, while the sun shone down from a clear sky and a fresh breeze was blowing, the wedding carriages started off. They were decorated with flowers and every kind of greenery, with flags flying, and drums and fifes, bagpipes and shawms playing most joyfully. Now it happened that in the camp of the Duke of Alba there was another fête in progress; and the sentries of the guard, having sounded the alarm, ran to the Duke, crying: