"But you, my girl, what will you do without your husband?" Nele answered: "If you will allow me, sir, I am fain to become a piper in his ship." "Very well," said Très-Long. And he gave her two florins for the wedding feast. And Lamme cried for joy and laughed at the same time, and he gave her three other florins, saying: "We will eat them all. And I will pay. Let us to the sign of the Golden Comb. He is not dead, my friend. Long live the Beggarmen!" And the people shouted assent, and they repaired to the tavern of the Golden Comb, where a great feast was ordered, and from an upper window Lamme threw down pennies to the people in the street below. And Ulenspiegel said to Nele: "Sweetest and best beloved, here we are together once again! Noel! For she is here, flesh, heart, and soul of my sweet love. Oh, her soft eyes and her red and lovely lips that can speak naught but words of kindness! She has saved my life, my tender lover! And now it's you and only you that shall play upon our ship the fife of deliverance! Do you remember ... but no.... This is our hour of joy, and all for me is now this face, sweet as June flowers. I am in Paradise. But why, tell me.... You are crying!" "They have killed her," she said. And then Nele told him all the sad story of the death of Katheline. And gazing one at the other they wept for love and for sorrow. But at the feast they ate and drank, and Lamme as he looked upon them grieved within himself, saying: "Alas! my wife, where are you?" And the priest came and married Nele and Ulenspiegel. And the morning found them side by side in their bed of marriage. And Nele's head was resting on the shoulder of Ulenspiegel. And when the sun had awakened her he said: "Fresh face, soft heart, we two will be the avengers of the land of Flanders!" She kissed him on the mouth, saying: "Wild head, strong arms, God bless my fife and your sword." "I will make for you a soldier's habit," said Ulenspiegel. "Now? At once?" "At once," he told her. "But who was that man who said that strawberries were sweet in the early morning? Your lips are far, far sweeter." XXXIII By sea, by river, in fair weather and foul, through snows of winter and summer's heat, the ships of the Beggarmen sailed before the breeze. Full-bellied was their canvas and white as the down of swans--white swans of Liberty. But to the King of Blood came the news of their conquests, and death was already at work upon his vitals, and his body was full of worms. And he dragged himself along the corridors of his palace at Valladolid, and he never laughed--not even at daybreak, what time the Sun rose to irradiate all the lands of his empire as with the very smile of God. But Ulenspiegel, Lamme, and Nele sang out like birds, living from day to day, having joy to hear of many a funeral pyre put out by the brave Beggarmen. And Tyl sang five songs, all to the glory of the land of Flanders and to the despite of her enemies.