"I like better things grilled with cinnamon," answered Ulenspiegel.
"There is," said he, "foulness in this pot of mustard."
"Baes," said Ulenspiegel, "have you no mind of the day when I went at your heels to the far end of your garden? There, you bade me, showing the zennip: 'Everywhere you see that plant, entreat it foully, for this it is that serveth for rack and gallows.' I did entreat it so, baes, I did entreat it shamefully with great affronting; do not now go to murder me for my obedience."
"I said kennip and not zennip," shouted Jan of Zuursmoel in a fury.
"Baes, you said zennip and not kennip," retorted Ulenspiegel.
Thus they argued loud and long, Ulenspiegel speaking humbly, Jan of Zuursmoel screaming like an eagle and mixing up zennip, kennip, kemp, zemp, zemp, kemp, zemp, like a skein of ravelled silk.
And the guests laughed like devils eating cutlets of Dominican friars and inquisitors' kidneys.
But Ulenspiegel must needs leave Jan of Zuursmoel.
Nele was still always miserable for the sake of herself and her witless mother.
Ulenspiegel hired himself to a tailor who said to him:
"When you sew, sew close, so that I can see nothing."
Ulenspiegel went and sat under a cask and there began to sew.
"That is not what I mean," cried the tailor.
"I am close in a cask; how do you think any one can see in it?" answered Ulenspiegel.
"Come," said the tailor, "take your seat there on the table and make your stitches close one to the other and make the coat like this wolf--" wolf was the name of a peasant's jerkin.
Ulenspiegel took the jerkin, cut it in pieces and sewed it so as to give it the semblance and shape of a wolf.
"What have you made, in the devil's name?"
"Evil mocker," said the tailor, "I had told you a wolf, it is true, but you know that wolf is said of a peasant's jerkin."
"Boy, cast these sleeves on to this doublet before you go to your bed."
Ulenspiegel hung up the doublet on a nail and spent the whole night throwing the sleeves at it.
"Good-for-naught," said he, "what new ill trick are you playing me now?"
"Is that an ill trick?" answered Ulenspiegel. "See those sleeves, I have thrown them all night long against the doublet, and they don't stick to it yet."
"That is natural," said the tailor. "And that is why I am throwing you out into the street: see if you will stick there better than the sleeves did."