Then she went a few steps, came back again, saying once more:
“I am going.”
And thus twenty times and more over and over.
Then she went indeed, and Ulenspiegel remained alone. He set off then to go and find Lamme.
When he came up with him, he found him sitting at the foot of the tower, with a great pot of bruinbier between his legs and nibbling most melancholy-wise at a hazel wand.
“Ulenspiegel,” said he, “I think you but sent me here that you might be alone with the damsel; I smote as you bade me, seven times with the hazel wand on each wall of the tower, and though the wind is blowing like the devil, the hinges have not made a sound.”
“Without doubt, then, they must have been oiled,” replied Ulenspiegel.
Then they went away in the direction of the Duchy of Brabant.