And at the feast they drank and ate, and Lamme looked on them woefully, saying:
“Alas! my wife, where art thou?”
And the priest came and married Nele and Ulenspiegel.
And the morning sun found them one beside the other in their bridal bed.
And Nele lay with her head on Ulenspiegel’s shoulder. And when she awoke in the sunshine, he said:
“Fresh face and sweet heart, we shall be the avengers of Flanders.”
She, kissing him on the mouth:
“Wild head and stout arms,” said she, “God will bless the fife and the sword.”
“I will make thee a soldier’s garb.”
“At once?” said she.