he could give them for supper.

"Why," said the man, "you may have anything you choose to call for.
The inn can provide fowls of the air, birds of the earth, and fishes
of the sea."

"There's no need for all that," said Sancho. "If you roast a couple of
chickens it will be enough, for my master eats but little, and for
myself, I have no great appetite."

"Chickens?" said the host. "I am sorry I have no chickens just now.
The hawks have killed them all."

"Well, then, roast us a pullet, if it be tender."

"A pullet? Well, now, that is unlucky. I sent away fifty to the market
only yesterday. But, putting pullets aside, ask for anything you
like."

"Why, then," said Sancho, pondering, "let us have some veal, or a bit
of kid."

"Sorry sir, we are just out of veal and kid also. Next week we shall
have enough and to spare."

"That helps us nicely," said Sancho. "But at any rate, let us have
some eggs and bacon."

"Eggs!" cried the landlord. "Now didn't I tell him I had no hens or
pullets, and how then can I have eggs? No, no! Ask for anything you