at him, save by stealth, without any triumphing, fearing that he might take a notion to lay hold of him as he had done with the donkeys and throw him alive into the Meuse, for spite at his overthrow.
But the boatman, smiling, invited him gaily to drink again, and Lamme recovered from his fright and looked on him once more with victorious assurance.
And the boatman and Ulenspiegel laughed.
In the meanwhile, the donkeys, dumbfounded to find themselves on a floor that was not the cows’ floor, as the peasants call dry land, had hung their heads, laid back their ears, and dared not drink for fear. The boatman went off to fetch them one of the pecks of corn he gave the horses that towed his boat, buying it himself so as not to be cheated by the drivers in the price of fodder.
When the donkeys saw the grain they murmured paternosters of the jaw while staring at the deck of the boat in melancholy fashion and not daring to move a hoof for fear of slipping.
Thereupon the boatman said to Lamme and to Ulenspiegel:
“Let us go into the kitchen.”
“A war kitchen, but you may go down into it without fear, my conqueror.”
“I am nowise afraid, and I follow you,” said Lamme.
The lad took the tiller.
Going down they saw everywhere bags of grain, of beans, peas, carrots, and other vegetables.
The boatman then said to them, opening the door of a small forge:
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