"Often, my son," he replied. "But now I am eating to drive away sad thoughts. Where are you, wife of mine?" And as he spoke, Lamme wiped away a tear. After which he cut himself ten slices of sausage. "Lamme," said Ulenspiegel, "you should not eat so quickly, taking no thought at all for the poor pilgrim." Lamme, who was still whimpering, gave four of the slices to Ulenspiegel, who ate them up immediately, and was much affected by their good flavour. But Lamme said, eating and crying all at the same time: "O wife, O goodly wife of mine! How sweet she was, how beautiful she was! Light as a butterfly, nimble as the lightning, and with a voice like a skylark! For all that, she was overfond of fine clothes. Alas, but how well she looked in them! And surely, the flowers also, are they not fond of rich apparel? Oh, if you had seen her, my son--her little hands, so nimble to caress, such hands as you never could have suffered to come in contact with saucepan or frying-pan! And her complexion, which was clear as the day, would surely have been burnt by standing over the kitchen fire. And what eyes she had! Only to look at them was to be melted quite with tenderness. Alas, I have lost her! Go on eating, Tyl; it is good Ghent sausage." "But why has she left you?" asked Ulenspiegel. "How should I know?" Lamme replied. "Alas! gone for ever are those days when I used to go to her home a-courting! Then, verily, she would fly away from me, half in love and half in fear! And her arms were bare, as like as not (beautiful arms they were, so round and white), but if she saw me looking at them she would cover them quickly with the sleeve of her gown. "At other times, again, she would gladly lend herself to my caresses, and I would kiss her closed eyes, and that lovely neck of hers, so large and firm. She would shiver all over, uttering little cries of love, and then, leaning her head backwards, she would give me a playful slap upon my nose. Thereafter she would laugh and I would cry aloud, and we would wrestle together right amorously, and there was naught betwixt us but laughter and fun. But there, there. Is any wine left in the bottle, Tyl?" Tyl gave him what remained. "This ham does great good to my stomach," he said. "To mine also," answered Lamme, "but I shall never see my dear one again. She has fled away from Damme. What say you, will you come with me in my cart to look for her?" "That will I," answered Ulenspiegel. So they got up into the donkey-cart, and the donkey set up a most melancholy bray to celebrate their departure. As for the dog, he had already made off, well filled, without a word to any one. II