Then having given all and taken from all the kiss of parting, he said to his wife Calleken:
“Come, it is the hour for lawful loves.”
While the boat was slipping over the water, carrying off Lamme and his beloved, he in the stern, soldiers, sailors, and cabin boys all called out, waving their caps: “Adieu, brother; adieu, Lamme; adieu, brother, brother and friend.”
And Nele said to Ulenspiegel, taking a tear from out the corner of his eye with her dainty finger:
“Thou art sad, my beloved?”
“He was a good fellow,” said he.
“Ah!” said she, “this war will never end; shall we be forced to live forever in blood and in tears?”
“Let us seek out the Seven,” said Ulenspiegel: “it draws nigh, the hour of deliverance.”
Following Lamme’s behest, the Beggars fattened the monk in his cage. When he was set at liberty, in consideration of ransom, he weighed three hundred and seventeen pounds and five ounces, Flemish weight.
And he died prior of his convent.