And all the peoples will love thee
For the thwarting of Anjou.”
VI
In May, when the peasant women of Flanders by night throw backwards slowly over their heads three black beans to keep them from sickness and death, Lamme’s wound opened again: he had a high fever and asked to be laid on the deck of the ship, over against the monk’s cage.
Ulenspiegel was very willing; but for fear lest his friend might fall into the sea in a fever fit, he had him strongly fastened down upon his bed.
In his interludes of reason, Lamme incessantly enjoined on them not to forget the monk: and he thrust out his tongue at him.
And the monk said:
“Thou dost insult me, big man.”
“Nay,” replied Lamme, “I am fattening thee.”