“You have eaten six,” replied la Sanginne, “and you shall have no more.”
“You know,” said Lamme, “that you will be well treated here and will eat like myself.”
“I will remember that word,” said Ulenspiegel.
Ulenspiegel, seeing that he ate the same as Lamme, was happy and content. The black puddings had given him so high a spirit that on that day he made all the caldrons, pans, and cooking pots shine and glitter like so many suns.
Living well in this house, he delighted to haunt kitchen and cellar, leaving the garret to the cats. One day, la Sanginne had two fowls to roast and bade Ulenspiegel turn the spit while she went to the market to fetch herbs for the seasoning.
The two fowls being roasted, Ulenspiegel ate one. La Sanginne, returning, said:
“There were two fowls, now I see only one.”
“Open your other eye, you will see both of them,” replied Ulenspiegel.
She went all in a rage to tell the business to Lamme Goedzak, who came down into the kitchen and said to Ulenspiegel:
“Why do you make game of my servant? There were two fowls.”