While Ulenspiegel ate, Lamme also munched a black pudding.
“Do you know,” said he, “where our soul hath its habitation?”
“No, Lamme,” said Ulenspiegel.
“In our stomach it dwelleth,” said Lamme, “to delve therein without ceasing and ever renew in our bodies the force of life. And what are its best companions? They are all good and choice eatables and wine of the Meuse over and above.”
“Aye,” said Ulenspiegel, “black puddings are agreeable company for the lonely soul.”
“He wants more of them, give him some, la Sanginne,” said Lamme.
La Sanginne gave him more, this time white puddings.
While he was eating largely, Lamme, grown pensive, said:
“When I die, my belly will die with me, and there below in purgatory, I shall be left fasting, carrying my paunch about with me all flabby and empty.”