“But,” said Lamme, “there are also two asses upon which we are.”
“Pecks of corn,” replied the dame, “are nowise lacking in the stable of the Count of Meghem.”
The cookmaid left her pan and drew into the yard Ulenspiegel and Lamme bestriding their asses, which began to bray incontinent.
“That,” said Ulenspiegel, “is the flourish for food near at hand. They are trumpeting their joy, the poor asses!”
And having both dismounted, Ulenspiegel said to the cookmaid:
“If you were a she-ass, would you like an ass like me?”
“If I was a woman,” she replied, “I should like a young man with a jolly face.”
“What are you, then, being neither woman nor ass?” asked Lamme.
“A virgin,” quoth she, “a virgin is neither woman nor ass either: do you understand, big belly?”
Ulenspiegel said to Lamme: