Lamme addressed her as La Sanginne, and inquired if she would take Ulenspiegel to help in the kitchen.
“I will give him a trial,” she said.
“Then take him,” said Lamme, “and let him also make trial of the delights of your kitchen.”
La Sanginne put three black puddings on the table, a pint of ale, and a large loaf of bread. Ulenspiegel set to with a will, and Lamme began to nibble at one of the puddings.
“Know you,” Lamme asked presently, “where it is that our souls abide?”
“No, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel.
“In our stomachs,” Lamme told him, “so they can keep them excavated continually, and for ever renew in our bodies the impulse for life. And who are the best companions for a man? I’ll tell you. The best companions for a man are all good and jolly things to eat, and wine from the Meuse to crown all!”
“True,” said Ulenspiegel. “A pudding is good company to a solitary soul.”
“He’s still hungry,” said Lamme to La Sanginne. “Give him some more.” And the woman served him with a second portion of pudding—white this time.
While Ulenspiegel went on eating, Lamme grew thoughtful.