Then clacking with his tongue, he said:
“I am thirsty.”
“For what?” said she.
“For thee,” said he.
“He is a pretty fellow,” said the cookmaid to the dame. “Let us bring him in and let him tell us his adventures.”
“But there are two of them,” said the dame.
“I will look after one,” replied the maid.
“Madame,” said Ulenspiegel, “we are two, it is true, myself and my poor Lamme, who cannot carry five pounds on his back, but carries five hundred on his stomach in meats and drinks with the best will in the world.”
“My son,” said Lamme, “do not mock at an unhappy man to whom it costs so much to fill his paunch.”
“It will not cost thee a liard to-day,” said the dame. “Come within, both of you.”