Jean gave his consent and was married. When he was abed with his wife, he believed that she would serve up a chicken for him, and he said to her:
“Give it me.”
“Take it,” answered his wife.
“Give it me, I tell thee.”
“Take it, then.”
Thus passed the night, and on the morrow Jean the Fool went weeping to his mother, saying:
“Mother, I begged her for it, and she would not give it me.”
“He lieth!” cried the wife. “I have told him to take it if he wished it.”
And she went to complain to her mother that she had married an idiot, who passed the whole night saying “Give it me” without doing aught else. The good woman saw clearly that her son-in-law was foolish, and she bade him on the following night mount upon his wife and thrust at a spot where he felt some hair.
Jean did as he was counselled, but instead of stretching himself at full length upon her, laid himself across his wife and began to thrust with all his force, but without success, as one can well imagine, a woman’s slit not being at the same angle as her mouth.