But after a while the man continued his walk, and passed out of view; to reappear a little later at the corner of the rue Héron. Claes recognized him at once as the messenger who had brought the seven hundred ducats from his brother Josse. He went to meet him, and asked him in. "Blessed are they that are kind to the wandering traveller," said the man, and readily accepted the proffered invitation. Now on the window-ledge of the cottage window lay some bread-crumbs which Soetkin kept ready for the birds of the neighbourhood, who had learnt to come there during the winter for their food. The man took these crumbs and ate them. "You must be hungry and thirsty," said Claes. "Eight days ago was I robbed by thieves," the man replied, "and since then I have had nothing to eat but the carrots I have found in the fields and roots in the forest." "Well then," said Claes, "I am thinking it is time you had a good round meal." And so saying he opened the bread-pan. "Look," he continued, "here is a dishful of peas, and here are eggs, puddings, hams, sausages from Ghent, waterzoey, a hotchpotch of fish. And down below in the cellar there slumbers our good wine from Louvain, made after the manner of Burgundy wine, all clear and red as rubies. Only the glasses are wanting now to rouse it from its sleep. And to crown all, let us put a faggot to the fire. Already I can hear the pudding singing in the grill! And that's a song of right good cheer, my friend!" Claes kept turning the puddings, and as he did so he inquired of the stranger whether he had seen his son, Ulenspiegel. "No," was the answer. "Then perhaps you bring me news of my brother?" Claes said, as he placed the puddings, now well grilled, upon the table, together with a ham omelette, some cheese, and two big tankards of gleaming Louvain wine, both red and white. The man said: "Your brother Josse has been done to death upon the rack at Sippenaken near to Aix. And all because he was a heretic, and bore arms against the Emperor." Claes was like one mad, and he shook all over, for his wrath was great. "Wicked brutes!" he cried. "O Josse! My poor Josse!" Then the stranger spoke again, but in a voice that held no sweetness. "Not in this world, my friend, is to be found just cause either for joy or for sorrow." And he fell to his food. But after a while he spoke again. "You must know that I was able to be of some assistance to your brother while he was in prison, by pretending that I was one of his relatives, a peasant from Nieswieler. I am now come hither in obedience to his command that if I was not killed for the Faith like him, I should go to you, and charge you in his name to live in the faith and peace of our Saviour, practising all works of mercy, and educating your son in secret in the law of Christ. 'That money,' he said, 'which I gave to my brother was money taken from the poor and ignorant. Let Claes make use of it in rearing Tyl in the knowledge of God and of His word.'"