“Why run?” asked Ulenspiegel.
“Because,” she said, “I am fain to flee from Meulestee; the provost Spelle is in it with two catchpolls and he has sworn to have all the light ladies whipped if they will not pay him five florins each. That is why I am running: run, too, and stay with me to defend me.”
“Lamme,” cried Ulenspiegel, “Spelle is in Meulestee. Go off and away to Destelberg, to the Star of the Wise Men.”
And Lamme, getting up affrighted, took his belly in both hands and began to run.
“Whither is this fat hare going?” said the girl.
“To a burrow where I shall find him again,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“Let us run,” said she, beating the ground with her foot like a restive filly.
“I would fain be virtuous without running,” said Ulenspiegel.
“What does that mean?” asked she.
Ulenspiegel made answer: