But Katheline only crossed herself and said:
“Blessed be the grey horseman. Nele must have a husband—a handsome husband that carries a sword, a dusky husband with a shining face!”
“Yes,” cried Ulenspiegel, “a very fricassee of a husband, for whom I will make a sauce with my knife!”
Nele looked at her lover with eyes that were moist with pleasure to see him so jealous.
“None of your husbands for me!” she said.
But Katheline made answer:
“When cometh he? He that is clad in grey, and booted and spurred?”
Soetkin bade them say a prayer to God for the poor afflicted one, whereupon Katheline in her madness ordered Ulenspiegel go and fetch four quarts of dobbel kuyt what time she made ready some heete-koeken, as pancakes are called in Flanders.
Soetkin asked her why she wished to make festival on a Saturday like the Jews.