The Spanish nature is contagious, thought Hans Eitelfritz, tossing on his couch in Ulrich's tent.

What a queer fellow the gay young lad has become! Sighs are cheap with him, and every word costs a ducat.

He is worthy all honor as a soldier.

If they make him Eletto, it will be worth while to join the free army.
Ulrich had briefly told the lansquenet, how he had obtained the name of Navarrete and how he had come from Madrid and Lepanto to the Netherlands.

Then he went to rest, but he could not sleep.
He had found his mother again.