One day as they were returning from the market at Brussels, they passed a stone house on the Quai aux Briques, and there, in a room on the ground floor, they beheld a beautiful dame dressed all in satin. She had a high complexion, a lively look in her eyes, and her neck was most fair to behold. By her side was a young, fresh-looking cook, to whom she was addressing words like these: "Clean me this saucepan, will you! No rusty sauce for me!" "As for me," cried Ulenspiegel, poking in his nose at the window, "any kind of soup is good enough! For a hungry man cannot afford to be particular." The lady turned towards him: "And who," she said, "who is this little man, I wonder, that must needs concern himself with my soup?" "Alas, my lovely lady," said Ulenspiegel, "if only you will consent to make soup in my company, I will teach you how to prepare a traveller's relish of a sort that is quite unknown to lovely ladies who stay at home." And then, smacking his lips: "I am hungry," he said. "Hungry for what?" she asked him. "For you." "Sure, he's a nice enough looking fellow," said the cook to her mistress. "Let him come in a while and tell us his adventures." "But there are two of them!" said the lady. "I'll look after the other," said the cook. "Madame," said Ulenspiegel, "it is true that there are two of us, I and my poor friend Lamme here, whose back cannot support so much as the weight of a hundred pounds, yet who carries in his stomach five hundred pounds at the least of food and drink, and that right willingly!" "My son," Lamme said, "do not make mock of me, unfortunate that I am, for my belly costs a deal to fill." "To-day, at any rate, it shall not cost you so much as a liard," said the lady. "Come in, both of you." "But what about these donkeys of ours?" said Lamme. "There is no lack of fodder," answered the lady, "in the stable of Monsieur le Comte de Meghen!" Thereupon the cook left her saucepan, and led Lamme and Ulenspiegel into the stable yard, they still riding on their donkeys, who now began to bray inordinately. "Hark," cried Ulenspiegel, "hearken to the fanfare with which they greet their coming nourishment. They are blowing their trumpets for joy, the poor beasts!" But when they were dismounted, Ulenspiegel said to the cook: "Come now, my dear, tell me, if you were a she-ass would you choose for your mate a donkey like me?" "If I were a woman," the cook replied, "I would desire a fellow that had a merry countenance." "What are you then," asked Lamme, "being neither woman nor she-ass?" "I am a maid," quoth she, "and that is neither woman nor she-ass into the bargain. Now do you understand, fat-belly?" Meantime the lady was inviting Ulenspiegel to drink a pint of bruinbier and to partake of some ham, a gigot, a pâté, and some salad. Ulenspiegel clapped his hands.