These answers pleased the Priest very much, and he gave a feast for the brothers.
During the feast he sat down, and, unknown to them, watched and listened to find out what they were talking about.
The eldest said: “This grain he has given us to eat was grown in a cemetery.”
The second said: “And this meat is not killed meat; it is some other flesh.”
The youngest said: “The Priest himself is a villain.”
Then the Priest ran out and caught the man who had sold him the grain.
“Tell me at once where you gathered this grain?” demanded he.
“From a cemetery,” confessed the man.
After this the Priest sought the butcher, and said: “Where did you get that meat you sold me? Did you kill the sheep?”
The butcher admitted that it was the flesh of a goat which had dropped dead, and had not been killed.