“You must know,” Lamme answered, “that many people have lately emigrated from Flanders to this gentle land of Liége. As for me, I follow my loves. And you?”
“I am on the look-out for a master to serve for my daily bread,” said Ulenspiegel.
“Bread is a dry sort of nourishment,” said Lamme. “You would do better to try a chaplet of ortolans with a thrush for the Credo.”
“You have plenty of money?” Ulenspiegel inquired.
Lamme Goedzak made answer:
“I have lost my father and mother, and that young sister of mine that used to beat me so. I shall inherit all their property, and now I am living with a one-eyed servant who is very learned in the noble art of making fricassees.”
“Would you like me to carry your fish and your poultry for you?” suggested Ulenspiegel.
“Yes,” said Lamme.
And together they began to wander through the market. All at once Lamme said to his companion:
“You are mad. Do you know why?”