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Then the three turned to Gilline:
"Thou wast her daughter, her support; thou didst share with her the fruits of thy foul spydom. Wilt thou ever dare again to strike and insult us with thy brocade dress? Thou didst scorn us because we were but fustian. Thou art clothed so richly only with the blood of victims. Let us take her dress so that she may be even like ourselves."
"I will not have it," said Ulenspiegel.
And Gilline, leaping on his neck, said:
"Blessed be thou that hast not killed me, and wouldst not have me ugly!"
And the girls, jealous, looked at Ulenspiegel, and said:
"He has lost his wits for her like all the men."
Gilline sang to her viol.
The seven set out towards Peteghem, taking with them the catchpolls and the girls along by the Lys. As they went on their way they murmured:
"'T is van te beven de klinkaert; 't is van te beven de klinkaert!"
As the sun was rising they came to the camp, sang like the lark, and the clarion of the c.o.c.k made them answer. The girls and the catchpolls were closely guarded. For all that, on the third day Gilline was found dead, her heart pierced through with a great needle. The Stevenyne was accused by the three girls and brought before the captain of the band, his dizeniers and sergeants formed into a tribunal. There, without their having to put her to the torture, she confessed that she had killed Gilline through jealousy of her beauty and rage because the damsel treated her as her servant pitilessly. And the Stevenyne was hanged, and afterwards buried in the wood.
Gilline, too, was buried, and the prayers for the dead were said above her sweet body.
Meanwhile, the two catchpolls instructed by Ulenspiegel had gone before the castellan of Courtray, for the tumult, uproar, and pillage made in the Stevenyne's house must needs be punished by the said castellan, as the Stevenyne's house was in the castle ward, outside the jurisdiction of the town of Courtray. After having narrated to the lord castellan what had taken place, they told him with great conviction and humble sincerity of language:
"The murderers of the preachers are in no wise Ulenspiegel and his trusty and well-beloved Lamme Goedzak, who went to the Rainbow purely for their repose and refreshment. They even have pa.s.ses from the duke, and we have seen these ourselves. The real culprits are two Ghent merchants, one a lean man and the other very fat, who went away towards France, after breaking everything at Stevenyne's, taking her away with her four girls along with them for their pleasure. We had them well and duly taken prisoners, but there were in the house seven butchers, the strongest in the town, who took their side. They tied us all up and only let us go when they were far away on the French soil. And here are the marks of the ropes. The four other catchpolls are on their tracks, waiting for a reinforcement to lay hands on them."
The castellan gave each of them two carolus and a new coat for their loyal services.
He then wrote to the Council of Flanders, to the Sheriff's Court at Courtray, and to other courts of justice to announce to them that the real murderers had been discovered.
And he recounted to them the whole adventure in detail and at length.
Whereat the people of the Council of Flanders and the other courts of justice shuddered.
And the castellan was greatly praised for his perspicacity.
And Ulenspiegel and Lamme journeyed in peace upon the road from Peteghem to Ghent, along the Lys, wishing to arrive at Bruges, where Lamme hoped to find his wife, and at Damme, where Ulenspiegel, all a-dream, would have wished to be already, to see Nele, who lived in sadness with Katheline the madwife.
x.x.xVI
During a long while, in the country of Damme and round about, there had been committed several abominable crimes. La.s.ses, young men, old men, who had been known to go forth carrying money in the direction of Bruges, Ghent, or some other town or village of Flanders, were found dead, naked as worms and bitten in the back of the neck by teeth so long and so sharp that they all had the bones of their necks broken.
Physicians and barber-surgeons declared that these were the teeth of a huge wolf. "Robbers," said they, "had doubtless come up, after the wolf, and had stripped the victims."
Despite all search, no man could ever discover who were the robbers. Soon the wolf was forgotten.
Several townsmen of note, who had proudly set forth on their way without an escort, disappeared without any one knowing what had become of them, save that at times some country fellow, going out in the morning to plough the earth, found wolf tracks in his field, while his dog, digging in the furrows with his paws, brought to light a poor dead corpse carrying the marks of the wolf's teeth on the nape or under the ear, and oftentimes on the leg, too, and always behind. And always the neckbone and legbone were broken.
The peasant, affrighted, would go off at once to give information to the bailiff, who would come with the clerk of the court, two aldermen, and two surgeons to the place where lay the body of the murdered man. Having visited it diligently and carefully, having sometimes when the face was not eaten by worms recognized its quality, even its name and lineage, they were nevertheless always astonied that the wolf, a beast that kills for hunger, should not have carried off some part of the dead man.
And the folk of Damme were sore terrified, and no woman dared to go out by night without an escort.
Now it came that several valiant soldiers were sent out to look for the wolf, with orders to hunt for it day and night in the dunes, along by the sea.
They were then near Heyst, among the great dunes. Night had come. One of them, confident in his strength, wanted to leave them to go alone on the hunt, armed with a musket. The others allowed him, certain that, valiant and armed as he was, he would kill the wolf if he dared to show himself.
Their comrade having gone, they lit a fire and played at dice while drinking brandy out of their flasks.
And from time to time they called out:
"Now, then, comrade, come back; the wolf is afraid; come and drink!"
And he made no answer.
Suddenly, hearing a great cry as of a man that is at the point of death, they ran in the direction whence the cry came, saying:
"Hold on, we are coming to the rescue!"
But they were long before they found their comrade, for some said the cry came from the valley, others that it came from the highest dune.
At length, when they had well searched dune and valley with their lanterns, they found their comrade bitten in the leg and in the arm, from behind, and his neck broken like the other victims.
Lying on his back, he was holding his sword in his clenched fist; his musket was on the sand. By his side were three severed fingers, which they carried off, and which were not his fingers. His pouch had been taken.
They took up on their shoulders their comrade's body, his good sword, and his gallant musket, and grieved and angry, they carried the corpse to the bailiff's where the bailiff received them in the company of the clerk of the court, two aldermen, and two surgeons.
The severed fingers were examined and recognized as the fingers of an old man, who was no worker at any trade, for the fingers were long and tapering, and the nails were long as the nails of lawyers and churchmen.
Next day the bailiff, the aldermen, the clerk, the surgeons, and the soldiers went to the place where the poor slain man had been bitten, and saw that there were drops of blood upon the gra.s.s and footmarks that went as far as the sea, where they ceased.
x.x.xVII
It was at the time of the ripened grapes, in the wine month and the fourth day of it, when in the city of Brussels they throw, from the top of the tower of Saint Nicholas after high ma.s.s, bags of walnuts down to the people.
At night Nele was awakened by cries coming from the street. She looked for Katheline in the room and found her not. She ran down and opened the door, and Katheline came in saying:
"Save me! Save me! the wolf! the wolf!"
And Nele heard in the country far-off howlings. Trembling, she lighted all the lamps, wax tapers, and candles.