Ulenspiegel answered:
“He is gay when he is eating, but sad and pensive when he is empty. I will get him to come and see you.”
“Do not do that,” she said; “he would weep and so should I.”
“Have you ever seen his wife?” asked Ulenspiegel.
“She sinned with him once,” the woman answered, “and was condemned therefor to a cruel punishment. She knows that he goes a-seafaring in the cause of the heretics, and this is a cruel thought for a Christian heart. But protect him, I pray you, if he is attacked, and nurse him if he is wounded: his wife ordered me thus to entreat you.”
“Lamme is my brother and my friend,” answered Ulenspiegel.
“Ah!” she said. “But why will you not return to the bosom of our Holy Mother Church?”
“She eats up her children,” answered Ulenspiegel. And he departed.
But one morning in March, while still the cold winds of winter kept the ice frozen, so that the ship of the Beggarmen could not make away, Ulenspiegel came again to the tavern. And the pretty baesine said to him (and there was great emotion and sorrow in her voice):
“Poor Lamme! Poor Ulenspiegel!”