“Four feet and a half.”
And he seemed melancholy.
But, speaking of the monk, on the eighth Saturday he was full of joy and said:
“Four feet and three quarters.”
And the monk, angry, when he took his measure, would say to him:
“What do you want with me, big man?”
But Lamme would put out his tongue at him without a word.
And seven times a day, the sailors and soldiers saw him come with a new dish, saying to the monk:
“Here be rich beans in Flemish butter: didst thou eat the like in thy monastery? Thou hast a goodly phiz; there is no starving on this ship. Dost thou not feel cushions of fat coming on thy back? Before long thou wilt have no need of a mattress to lie on.”
At the monk’s second meal: