"Here you are," he cried, "here you are at last, my son. And where are you off to? What are you after? You are not dead, then? And have you seen my wife? You'll feed off the fish of the Meuse, which are the best to be found anywhere on this base earth! And let me tell you something. The people here make such sauces as will tempt you to dip your fingers into the dish right up to your shoulder! Ah, but how proud and splendid you look! On your cheeks is the very bloom of battle. And here you are! It's you, it's really you, my son! My Ulenspiegel! You jolly vagabond!" Then in a lower tone of voice he added: "And how many Spaniards have you killed? You have not seen my wife by any chance, in the carts with those other hussies? Ah, but the wine of the Meuse! You must taste it. And have you been wounded, my son? You must rest here a while, so fresh and cheery as you are, and vigilant as a young eagle. But our eels! You must taste our eels. No muddy taste about them! Come, kiss me, my second self! Praise be to God! How glad I am!" And Lamme danced and leapt in the air, puffing and blowing and compelling Ulenspiegel to dance too. Thereafter they walked towards Namur. At the gate of the city Ulenspiegel showed his passport signed by the Duke. And Lamme conducted him to his house. While their repast was being prepared he made Ulenspiegel tell him all his adventures and then recounted his own, telling how he had left the army to follow a girl whom he thought was his wife. It was in pursuit of her, it seemed, that he had come at last to Namur. And he kept on asking Ulenspiegel: "Are you sure you have not seen her anywhere?" "I have seen many other beautiful women," answered Ulenspiegel, "and in this town especially, where it seems they are all most amorous...." "It is so," said Lamme, "nevertheless I have remained faithful. For my sad heart is heavy with but a single recollection." "Even as your belly is heavy with countless platter-fuls!" said Ulenspiegel. "When I am unhappy I have to eat," Lamme replied. "Your unhappiness knows no end?" demanded Ulenspiegel. "Alas, no!" said Lamme. And helping himself to another trout: "Look," he cried, "look how lovely and firm he is. This flesh is as pink as the flesh of my wife. But to-morrow we will leave Namur. I have a purseful of florins, and we will buy a donkey for each of us, and so we will go riding away to the land of Flanders!" "You will be giving up a great deal," said Ulenspiegel. "Never mind," said Lamme. "My heart draws me back to Damme. For it was there that my love loved me well. And it may be that she also has returned thither." "We will set out to-morrow," said Ulenspiegel, "since such is your desire." And in fact they set forth as Lamme had said, each on a donkey; and so they rode along side by side. XIX Nele all this time was living at Damme, sorrowful and alone, with Katheline, who still continued to call amorously for her cold devil who never came.