While they were walking along, Lamme pointed out to Ulenspiegel a beautiful young girl, who was walking through the market. She wore a silk dress and gazed at Lamme with sweet and gentle eyes. An old man, her father, walked just behind, carrying two nets, one filled with fish, the other with game. "See that girl?" said Lamme, pointing at her. "I am going to marry her." "Oh!" said Ulenspiegel, "I know her. She is a Flemish maid from Zotteghem. She lives in the rue Vinave-d'Isle, and the neighbours say that she lets her mother sweep the road in front of the house in her stead, while her own father irons her underclothing." To this Lamme made no answer, but exclaimed delightedly: "She looked at me just now!" By this time they were come to Lamme's lodging, near the Pont-des-Arches. They knocked at the door, and a one-eyed servant opened to them. Ulenspiegel saw that she was old, scraggy, lank, and fierce of aspect. Lamme addressed her as La Sanginne, and inquired if she would take Ulenspiegel to help in the kitchen. "I will give him a trial," she said. "Then take him," said Lamme, "and let him also make trial of the delights of your kitchen." La Sanginne put three black puddings on the table, a pint of ale, and a large loaf of bread. Ulenspiegel set to with a will, and Lamme began to nibble at one of the puddings. "Know you," Lamme asked presently, "where it is that our souls abide?" "No, Lamme," said Ulenspiegel. "In our stomachs," Lamme told him, "so they can keep them excavated continually, and for ever renew in our bodies the impulse for life. And who are the best companions for a man? I'll tell you. The best companions for a man are all good and jolly things to eat, and wine from the Meuse to crown all!" "True," said Ulenspiegel. "A pudding is good company to a solitary soul." "He's still hungry," said Lamme to La Sanginne. "Give him some more." And the woman served him with a second portion of pudding--white this time. While Ulenspiegel went on eating, Lamme grew thoughtful. "When I die," said he, "my stomach will die with me, and down there in purgatory they will leave me to fast, and I shall have to carry my poor belly about with me, all empty and limp." "I like the black ones best," said Ulenspiegel. "You have eaten six already," said La Sanginne, "and you won't have any more." "You may be sure," said Lamme, "that you will be well treated here, and you will have just the same to eat as I do." "I shall remember this promise of yours," said Ulenspiegel. But seeing that what his friend had told him was the truth, Ulenspiegel was well content, and the puddings that he had swallowed gave him such courage that on that very day he polished the kettles and the pots and the pans till they shone like the sun. And he lived happily in that house, frequenting willingly the kitchen and the wine-cellar, and leaving the loft to the cats.