Volume I Part 63 (1/2)

”Evil mocker,” said the cook, ”if your hairs were horsehair I would not have them even to walk on them.”

”For my part,” said Ulenspiegel, ”I would like to eat all your hair.”

”Golden tongue,” said the dame, ”must you have them all?”

”No,” replied Ulenspiegel, ”a thousand would suffice me melted down into one like you.”

The dame said to him:

”Drink first a quart of bruinbier, eat a piece of ham, cut deep into this leg of mutton, disembowel me this pie, swallow me this salad.”

Ulenspiegel joined his hands.

”Ham,” said he, ”is a good meat; bruinbier, heavenly beer; leg of mutton, divine flesh; a pie that one disembowels makes one's tongue tremble with pleasure in the mouth; a fat salad is princely swallowing. But blessed will he be to whom you will give to sup on your beauty.”

”See how he rattles on,” said she. ”Eat first of all, vagabond!”

Ulenspiegel replied:

”Shall we not say the benedicite before the graces?”

”No,” said she.

Then Lamme, whining, said:

”I am hungry.”

”You shall eat,” said the fair dame, ”since you have no other care than for cooked meat.”

”And fresh, too, as my wife was,” said Lamme. The cookmaid became sullen at this word. All the same they ate copiously and drank in floods. And the dame that night gave Ulenspiegel his supper, and next day and the days that followed.

The a.s.ses had double measure of corn and Lamme a double portion. For a whole week he never left the kitchen, and he played with the dishes, but not with the cook, for he thought of his wife.

That angered the girl, who said it was hardly worth while to c.u.mber the world only to think of one's belly.

Meanwhile, Ulenspiegel and the dame lived in good amity. And one day she said to him:

”Thyl, thou hast no manners: who art thou?”

”I am,” said he, ”a son that Happy Chance had one day on Good Adventure.”

”Thou dost not missay thyself,” said she.

”'Tis for fear others may not praise me,” replied Ulenspiegel.

”Wouldst thou undertake the defence of thy brothers that are persecuted?”

”The ashes of Claes beat upon my breast,” replied Ulenspiegel.