Ulenspiegel replied:
“Shall we not say the benedicite before the graces?”
“No,” said she.
Then Lamme, whining, said:
“I am hungry.”
“You shall eat,” said the fair dame, “since you have no other care than for cooked meat.”
“And fresh, too, as my wife was,” said Lamme. The cookmaid became sullen at this word. All the same they ate copiously and drank in floods. And the dame that night gave Ulenspiegel his supper, and next day and the days that followed.
The asses had double measure of corn and Lamme a double portion. For a whole week he never left the kitchen, and he played with the dishes, but not with the cook, for he thought of his wife.
That angered the girl, who said it was hardly worth while to cumber the world only to think of one’s belly.
Meanwhile, Ulenspiegel and the dame lived in good amity. And one day she said to him: