“Would you like me to carry your fish and your poultry?” asked Ulenspiegel.
“Aye,” said Lamme.
And together they wandered about the market.
Suddenly Lamme said:
“Do you know why you are mad?”
“No,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“Because you are carrying your fish and your poultry in your hand, instead of carrying them in your belly.”
“You have said well, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel; “but since I have no longer even bread, the ortolans won’t look at me now.”
“You shall eat them, Ulenspiegel,” said Lamme, “and you shall serve me if my cook will have you.”
While they were wending their way, Lamme pointed out to Ulenspiegel a pretty, neat, and lovesome girl, in silk attire, who was hastening about the market here and there and looked at Lamme with her soft eyes.