"Do what you like with us. We are monks. No one will make any objection." "He has well spoken," said Ulenspiegel. "For having broken with the world--that is with father, mother, brother and sister, wife and sweetheart--a monk finds no one at the hour of God to claim anything on his behalf. Nevertheless, your Excellency, I will do so. For Captain Marin, when he signed the treaty for the capitulation of Gorcum, stipulated that these monks should be free like all the others that were taken in the citadel and were allowed to go out from it. But in spite of this, and for no adequate reason, these monks were kept prisoner, and now it is reported that they are to be hanged. My Lord, I address myself to you right humbly on their behalf, for I know that the word of a soldier is a word of gold--parole de soldat, c'est parole d'or." "And who are you?" asked Messire de Lumey. "My Lord," replied Ulenspiegel, "a Fleming I am from the lovely land of Flanders, working man, nobleman, all in one--and I go wandering through the world, praising things beautiful and good but boldly making fun of foolishness. And verily I will sing your praises if you will keep the promise which was made to these men by the captain: parole de soldat, c'est parole d'or." But the good-for-nothing Beggarmen who were on the ship cried out at this. "My Lord," said they, "this man is a traitor. He has promised them that he will save them, and he has been loading them with bread and ham and sausages. But to us he has given nothing at all." Then Messire de Lumey said to Ulenspiegel: "Wandering Fleming that you are, and protector of monks, I tell you I will have you hanged with them." "I am not afraid," replied Ulenspiegel. "Parole de soldat, c'est parole d'or." The monks were led away to a barn, and Ulenspiegel with them. There they tried to convert him with many theological arguments; but these soon sent him to sleep. In the meanwhile Messire de Lumey was feasting at a table covered with meats and wines when a messenger arrived from Gorcum from Captain Marin, bringing with him copies of those letters of William the Silent, Prince of Orange, which ordered "all governors of cities and other places to confer the same privileges of safety and surety on ecclesiastics as on the rest of the people." The messenger asked to be brought into the presence of de Lumey so that he might put into his own hands the copies of these letters. "Where are the originals?" inquired de Lumey. "My master has them," said the messenger. "And the churl sends me the copy!" said de Lumey. "Where is your passport?" "Here, my Lord," said the messenger. Then Messire de Lumey began to read it aloud: "My Lord and Master Marin Brandt commands all ministers, governors, and officers of the Republic that they should allow to pass...." etc. De Lumey struck the table with his fist, and tore the passport in two.