The Legend of Ulenspiegel Volume Ii Part 56

"To the rescue!" said Ulenspiegel to Lamme and to Nele, "to the rescue! Here be spices, knicknacks, precious dainties, sugar, nutmegs, cloves, ginger, reals, ducats, moutons d'or all bright and s.h.i.+ning. There are more than five hundred thousand pieces in coin. The Spaniard will pay the cost of the war. Drink ho! Let us sing the Beggars' Ma.s.s, which is battle!"

And Ulenspiegel and Lamme rushed everywhere like lions. Nele played the fife, sheltered in the wooden castle. The whole of the fleet was taken.

The dead were counted and these were a thousand on the side of the Spaniards, three hundred on the side of the Beggars: among them was the master cook of the fly boat La Briele.

Ulenspiegel asked to be allowed to speak before Tres-Long and the sailors: this Tres-Long granted with a good will. And he said to them as follows:

"Master captain and ye comrades, we have but now inherited much spices, and here is Lamme, the good belly, who findeth that the poor dead man there, G.o.d have him in joy, was in no wise a doctor great enough in frica.s.sees. Let us name him in the place of the dead. And he will prepare you divine stews and paradisaic soups."

"We will," said Tres-Long and the others; "Lamme shall be the master cook of the s.h.i.+p. He shall bear the great wooden ladle to skim the froth off his sauces."

"Messire Captain, comrades and friends," said Lamme, "ye behold me weeping with joy, for I deserve not so great honour. Nevertheless, since ye deign to call upon my worthlessness, I accept the n.o.ble functions of master of arts in frica.s.sees upon the stout fly boat La Briele, but with a humble prayer to you that ye invest me with the supreme command of the kitchen work, in such fas.h.i.+on that your master cook--the which will be myself--may by right law and might be empowered to prevent anyonesoever from coming and eating another's share."

Tres-Long and the others cried out:

"Long live Lamme! thou shalt have right, law, and might."

"But," said he, "I have another prayer to make before you in all humility: I am a fat man, big and strong; deep is my paunch, deep my stomach; my poor wife--may G.o.d restore her to me--always gave me two portions instead of one: accord me this same favour."

Tres-Long, Ulenspiegel, and the sailors said:

"Thou shalt have the two portions, Lamme."

And Lamme, suddenly fallen melancholy, said:

"My wife, my sweet darling! if anything can console me for thy absence, it will be to bring again to mind in my duties thy heavenly cooking in our sweet home."

"You must take the oath, my son," said Ulenspiegel. "Let the great wooden ladle and the great copper caldron be brought hither."

"I swear," quoth Lamme, "by G.o.d, may he be here my helper, I swear fidelity to Monseigneur the Prince of Orange, called the Silent, governing the provinces of Holland and Zealand for the king; fidelity to Messire de Lumey, the admiral commanding our gallant fleet, and to Messire Tres-Long, vice-admiral and captain of the good s.h.i.+p La Briele; I swear to dress at my poor best, according to the use and wont of the great cooks of old, which have left behind them n.o.ble books with cuts upon the great art of cookery, what flesh and fowl Fortune shall accord to us; I swear to feed the said Messire Tres-Long, our captain, his second in command, which is my friend, Ulenspiegel, and all you, master mariner, pilot, boatswain, companions, soldiers, gunners, captain's page, chirurgeon, trumpeteer, sailors, and all others. If the roast is too underdone, the fowl unbrowned; if the soup sends up an insipid fragrance, inimical to all good digestion; if the steam of the sauces doth not entice you all to rush into the kitchen--always with my good will; if I make you not all sprightly and well favoured, I will resign my n.o.ble functions, judging myself unfit longer to occupy the throne of the kitchen. So may G.o.d help me in this life and in the next."

"Long live the master cook," said they, "the king of the kitchen, the emperor of frica.s.sees. He shall have three portions instead of two on Sundays."

And Lamme became master cook of the s.h.i.+p La Briele. And while the succulent soups were simmering in the saucepans, he stood at the door of the galley, proudly holding his great wooden ladle like a sceptre.

And he had his treble rations on Sundays.

When the Beggars came to grips with the enemy, he would stay preferably in his sauce laboratory but would come out every now and then to run up on the deck and fire a few rounds. Then he would hurry down again at once to keep an eye to his sauces.

Thus being trusty cook and valiant soldier, he was well beloved of all.

But no one must penetrate the sanctuary of his galley. For then he was even like a devil and with his wooden ladle he smote them pitilessly hip and thigh.

And thenceforth he was called Lamme the Lion.

XIV

On the ocean, on the Scheldt, in suns.h.i.+ne, in rain, in snow, in hail, winter and summer, glided the s.h.i.+ps of the Beggars to and fro.

All sails out like mantling swans, swans of white freedom.

White for freedom, blue for great heart, orange for the prince, 'tis the standard of the proud s.h.i.+ps.

All sails set! all sails set, the stout s.h.i.+ps; the billows beat upon them, the waves besprinkle them with foam.

They pa.s.s, they run, they fly along the river, their sails in the water, swift as clouds in the north wind, the proud s.h.i.+ps of the Beggars. Hear you their prows cleaving the wave? G.o.d of freemen! Long live the Beggar!

Hulks, flyboats, boyers, crousteves, swift as a wind big with tempest, like the cloud that bears the thunderbolt. Long live the Beggar!

Boyers and crousteves, flat-bottomed boats, slide along the river. The waters groan as they are cloven through, when the s.h.i.+ps go straight on face forwards with the deadly mouth of their long culverin on the point of the bows. Long live the Beggar!

All sail out! all sail out, the gallant s.h.i.+ps, the waves toss them, sprinkle them with foam.

Night and day, through rain, hail, and snow, they go on their way! Christ smileth on them in cloud, in sun, in stars.h.i.+ne. Long live the Beggar.

XV

The king of blood learned the news of their victories. Death was already gnawing at the murderer and his body was full of worms. He would walk about the corridors of Valladolid, sullen and savage, dragging heavily his swollen feet and leaden legs. He never sang, the cruel tyrant; when the day came, he never laughed, and when the sun lighted up his empire like a smile from G.o.d he felt no joy in his heart.

But Ulenspiegel, Lamme, and Nele sang like birds, risking their hide, that is to say Lamme and Ulenspiegel, their white skin, to wit Nele, living from day to day, and finding more joy in one death fire quenched by the Beggars than the dark king had in the burning of a town.

At this time, too, William the Silent, Prince of Orange, broke from his rank as admiral Messire de Lumey de la Marck, by reason of his great cruelties. He appointed Messire Bouwen Ewoutsen Worst in his stead. He took measures also to pay for the grain taken by the Beggars from the peasants, to restore the forced contributions levied upon them, and to grant the Roman Catholics, like all others, the free exercise of their religion, without either persecution or insult.

XVI

On the s.h.i.+ps of the Beggars, under the dazzling sky, over the s.h.i.+ning waves, squealed the fifes; droned bagpipes, gurgled flasks, chimed gla.s.ses, and shone the steel of weapons and armour.

"Ho!" said Ulenspiegel, "let us beat the drum of glory, let us beat the drum of joy. Long live the Beggar! Spain is conquered; the ghoul is beaten down. Ours is the sea, Briele is taken. Ours the coast as far as Nieuport, beyond Ostende and Blanckenberghe, the islands of Zealand, the mouths of the Scheldt, the mouths of the Meuse, the Rhine mouths as far as Helder. Ours are Texel, Vlieland, Ter-Sch.e.l.ling, Ameland, Rottum, Bork.u.m. Long live the Beggar!

"Ours are Delft, and Dordrecht. 'Tis a trail of powder. G.o.d holdeth the linstock. The murderers abandon Rotterdam. Free conscience, like a lion with teeth and claws of justice, seizes the county of Zutphen, the towns of Deutecom, Doesburg, Goor, Oldenzeel, and on the Welnuire, Hattem, Elburg, and Harderwyck. Long live the Beggar!

"'Tis lightning, 'tis a thunder bolt: Campen, Zwol, Ha.s.sel, Sheenwyck fall into our hands with Oudewater, Gouda, Leyden. Long live the Beggar!

"Ours are Bueren, Enckhuyse! Not yet have we Amsterdam, Schoonhoven, or Middelburg. But all cometh in time to patient blades. Long live the Beggar!

"Drink we the wine of Spain. Drink from the chalices whence they drank the blood of the victims. We shall go by way of the Zuyderzee, by rivers, streams, ca.n.a.ls; we have North Holland, South Holland, and Zealand; we shall take East and West Frisia; La Briele shall be the refuge for our s.h.i.+ps, the nest of the hens that hatch out liberty. Long live the Beggar!