“Do not betray me,” said she.
Ulenspiegel went out from her house, ran, made his way to all the booths and taverns, whispering into the ears of the seamen and the soldiers these words: “The Spaniard is coming.”
All ran to the ship, preparing with the utmost haste all that was needed for battle, and they awaited the enemy. Ulenspiegel said to Lamme:
“Seest thou yon pretty woman standing upon the quay, with her black dress embroidered with scarlet, and hiding her face under her white hood?”
“It is all one to me,” replied Lamme. “I am cold; I want to sleep.”
And he rolled his head up in his opperst-kleed. And like that he was as a man deaf.
Ulenspiegel then recognized the woman and called to her from the ship:
“Dost thou wish to follow us?”
“To the grave,” said she, “but I cannot....”
“Thou wouldst do well,” said Ulenspiegel; “yet think of this: when the nightingale stays in the forest, it is happy and sings; but if it leaves the forest and risks its little wings in the wind of the great sea, it breaks them and dies.”