“Thou hast said the truth, son,” sighed Lamme.
The sun, which was shining strong, burned and scorched Nele’s head. She covered herself up with her apron. Wishing to be alone with her, Ulenspiegel said to Lamme:
“Seest thou that woman wandering yonder in the meadow?”
“I see her,” said Lamme.
“Dost thou recognize her?”
“Ah, me!” said Lamme, “could it be my wife? She is not clad like a townswoman.”
“Thou doubtest still, blind mole,” said Ulenspiegel.
“If it were not she?” said Lamme.
“Thou wouldst lose nothing by going; on the left there, towards the north, there is a kaberdoesje where thou wilt find good bruinbier. We shall go thither to join thee. And here is ham to salt thy natural thirst withal.”
Lamme, getting out of the cart, ran quickly towards the woman that was in the meadow.