Soetkin stayed all day long at the window, looking if she would not see her son Ulenspiegel coming.
The latter, being arrived in the neighbourhood of Cologne, thought that for the moment he had a fancy for gardening.
He went and offered himself as servant to Jan of Zuursmoel, who being a captain of landsknechts, had narrowly escaped hanging in default of ransom and had an utter horror of hemp, which in the Fleming tongue was then called kennip.
One day, Jan of Zuursmoel, wishing to show Ulenspiegel his tasks, brought him to the end of his garden and there they saw a cantle of land, next to the garden, all planted over with green kennip.
Jan of Zuursmoel said to Ulenspiegel:
“Every time you see this ugly plant, you must entreat it shamefully, for this it is that serveth for rack and gallows.”
“I will shamefully entreat it,” replied Ulenspiegel.
Jan of Zuursmoel being one day at table with certain gourmand friends of his, the cook said to Ulenspiegel:
“Go to the cellar and get some zennip,” which is mustard.
Ulenspiegel, cunningly taking it kennip instead of zennip, foully and shamefully entreated the pot of zennip in the cellar and came back to put it on the table, not without laughing.