"I threw into the water the man who denounced Claes and was the cause of his death. The ashes of my father beat upon my heart." And the women that were in the crowd said to him: "Why confess it, Ulenspiegel? No one saw the deed. But now you also will die the death." And the prisoner laughed aloud, leaping in the air with a bitter joy. "He will die," he said. "He will leave this earth for hell. He will die. God is just." "He shall not die," said the bailiff, "for after the lapse of ten years no murderer can lawfully be brought to punishment in the land of Flanders. Ulenspiegel did a wicked act, but it was done for love of his father: and for such a deed as that Ulenspiegel shall not be summoned to trial." "Long live the law!" cried the crowd. "Lang leve de wet!" And the bells of Notre Dame tolled for the dead. And the prisoner ground his teeth and hung his head, and now for the first time he let fall a tear. And his hand was cut off and his tongue pierced with a red-hot iron, and he was burned alive in a slow fire in front of the Town Hall. And Toria cried out: "He is paying the penalty! He is paying the penalty! See how they writhe--those arms and those legs which helped him to his murdering! See how it smokes, the body of this brute! Burning is the hair of him, all pallid like the hair of a hyena, and burning is his pallid face. He pays! He pays!" And the fishmonger died, howling like a wolf. And the bells of Notre Dame tolled for the dead. And once more did Lamme and Ulenspiegel ride away on their donkeys. And Nele stayed behind in sorrow with Katheline, who never stopped her ceaseless refrain: "Put out the fire! My head is burning! Come back, come back to me, Hanske, my pet." XXVII Ulenspiegel and Lamme had come to Heyst-on-the-Dunes, and behold a fleet of fishing-boats that were come hither from Ostend and from Blankenberghe and Knokke. Filled they were with men-at-arms, the followers of the Beggarmen of Zeeland, who carried on their hats a silver crescent with this inscription: "Serve rather the Turk than the Pope." Ulenspiegel is glad; he whistles like the lark and from every side there comes to answer him the warlike cockcrow. And Lamme and Ulenspiegel go aboard one of the ships and are carried to Emden and thence to Wieringen, where their ship is hemmed in by the ice. For by now it is the month of February.