And Lamme suddenly dashed towards her, saying to her:
“My wife, my wife! where are you hurt, darling? Why do you laugh so loud? Your eyes are haggard.”
And he kissed her and caressed her and said:
“That beauty spot you had under the left breast, I see it not. Where is it? Thou art not my wife. Great God of Heaven!”
And she never stopped laughing.
Suddenly Ulenspiegel cried out:
“Guard thee, Lamme!”
And Lamme, turning about, saw before him a great blackamoor of an Egyptian, of a sour countenance, brown as peper-koek, which is ginger bread in the land of France.
Lamme picked up his pikestaff, and putting himself to his defence, he cried out:
“To the rescue, Ulenspiegel!”