“When I am in distress I must eat.”
“Is your grief without respite?” asked Ulenspiegel.
“Alas, yes!” said Lamme.
And pulling a trout from out a saucepan:
“See,” said he, “how lovely and firm it is. This flesh is pink as my wife’s. To-morrow we shall leave Namur; I have a pouch full of florins; we shall buy an ass apiece, and we shall depart riding thus towards the land of Flanders.”
“You will lose heavily by it,” said Ulenspiegel.
“My heart draws me to Damme, which was the place where she loved me well: perchance she has returned thither.”
“We shall start to-morrow,” said Ulenspiegel, “since you wish it so.”
And as a matter of fact, they set out, each mounted on an ass and straddling along side by side.