“Because the dough is ready.”
Ulenspiegel was standing holding in his hand the great pewter pot, which held the exact measure.
“Mother, what must I do?”
“Go,” said Katheline.
Soetkin would not answer, not being mistress in the house: she said to Ulenspiegel, “Go, my son.”
Ulenspiegel ran up to the Scaeck, whence he brought back the four quarts of dobbel-cuyt.
Soon the perfume of the heete-koeken spread throughout the kitchen, and all were hungry, even the sorrow-stricken widow.
Ulenspiegel ate heartily. Katheline had given him a great tankard saying that being the only male, and head in the house, he must drink more than the others and sing afterwards.
Saying this, she had a crafty look; but Ulenspiegel drank and did not sing. Nele wept, looking at Soetkin all pale and huddled down; only Katheline was gay.