“How the fellow does run on!” she exclaimed. And then: “Eat first, you rogue.”
“Shall we not say grace ere we consume all these dainties?” said Ulenspiegel.
“Nay,” answered the lady.
But Lamme began to make moan, complaining that he was hungry.
“Eat, then, your fill,” said the beautiful dame, “for well I see that you have no other thoughts but of meats well cooked.”
“And fresh withal,” Lamme added, “even as was my wife.”
At this the cook grew moody; nevertheless they ate and drank their fill, and that night also did the beautiful dame give his supper to Ulenspiegel, and so the next day, and the days that followed.
As for the donkeys, they were given double feeds, and for Lamme there was always a double ration. And throughout a whole week he never once went outside the kitchen, playing the wanton with many a dish of food, but never with the cook, for he was thinking of his wife all the time.
This annoyed the girl, and she went so far as to say that it was not worth while to cumber the earth if one thought of nothing but one’s belly.
But all this time Ulenspiegel and the beautiful dame were passing the time together in right friendly wise, till one day she said to him: