Seeing her so light, so loving, and so subtle, he was touched.
“Who art thou?” said he.
“I am Nele, his betrothed,” said she, “and I come from Flanders to seek him.”
“Thou didst well,” said de Lumey in a naughty voice.
And he went away.
Tres-Long then coming up:
“Little Fleming,” said he, “once thou art married wilt thou be a soldier still in our ships?”
“Aye, Messire,” answered Ulenspiegel.
“And thou, girl, what wilt thou do without thy man?” Nele answered:
“If you are willing, Messire, I will be fifer in his ship.”