Now tell me, where shall I find Navarrete, the standard-bearer, the hero of Lepanto and Schouwen?
He must be a bold fellow; they say Zorrillo and he...." The lansquenet had spoken loudly; the quartermaster, who caught the name Navarrete, turned, and his eyes met Ulrich's.
He must be on his guard against this man.
The instant Zorrillo recognized him as a German, he would hold a powerful weapon.

The Spaniards would give the command only to a Spaniard.
This thought now occurred to him for the first time.

It had needed the meeting with Hans Eitelfritz, to remind him that he belonged to a different nation from his comrades.

Here was a danger to be encountered, so with the rapid decision, acquired in the school of war, he laid his hand heavily on his countryman's, saying in a low, impressive tone: "You are my friend, Hans Eitelfritz, and have no wish to injure me." "Zounds, no! What's up ?" "Well then, keep to yourself where and how we first met each other.
Don't interrupt me.

I'll tell you later in my tent, where you must take up your quarters, how I gained my name, and what I have experienced in life.