"I will meet you anon," said Ulenspiegel. "But now I would see the sights of the town. If I meet your wife I will send her on to you. Meanwhile remember what the innkeeper said, and keep your own counsel if you value your own skin." "I will be careful," said Lamme. Ulenspiegel walked about by himself till the sun set and night began to come on quickly. He had come to the Pierpot-Straetje--the Alley of the Pot of Stone--and there he heard the sound of a viola being played most melodiously, and presently he noticed a white figure that beckoned to him from a distance, then retreated, playing the viola all the time. It was a woman, and she sang like a seraphim, a sweet, slow song, stopping now and then to look behind her with a beckoning gesture, then retreating again. But Ulenspiegel ran quickly and overtook her, and was about to speak to her when she sealed his lips with a hand all scented with benjamin. "Are you a working man or a nobleman?" she asked. "I am Ulenspiegel." "Are you rich?" "Rich enough for you." "But you have not seen me!" And she opened the lantern she carried so as to let the light shine straight upon her face. "You are beautiful," said Ulenspiegel. "Then come with me," she said. And she brought him to the house of La Stevenyne, on the road to Bruges, at the sign of the Rainbow. They entered a large room where a great number of girls were assembled, who all looked up jealously at Ulenspiegel's companion as she came in. And suddenly Ulenspiegel saw Lamme, sitting there in a corner by a little table whereon was a candle, a ham, and a pot of beer. By his side were a couple of girls, who were endeavouring to get a share in the ham and the beer; but Lamme was trying to prevent them. As soon as he noticed Ulenspiegel he jumped up, crying: "Blessed be God who has given back to me my friend! Bring more drink, baesine!" At this Ulenspiegel drew out his purse, saying: "Yes, bring us to drink to the value of what is in here!" and he jingled the money that was in the purse. "No, by heaven!" cried Lamme, seizing the purse. "It's I that shall pay, not you." Ulenspiegel would have recovered the purse by force, but Lamme kept tight hold. As they were struggling together, the one to keep the purse, the other to get it back again, Lamme whispered by fits and starts into Ulenspiegel's ear: "Listen. Constables. Here ... four of them ... in the little room with three girls. Two outside waiting for you and for me.... I tried to go out ... prevented.... The girl over there in the brocaded gown is a spy ... Stevenyne a spy!" And all the time they were fighting Ulenspiegel listened attentively, though he kept on crying aloud: "Give me back my purse, you rascal!"