She opened a door and let in twelve pigs, and one pig, the thirteenth, without a head.
“Will you take food with these, son of the King of Urhu?”
“Indeed, then, old hag, bad as you are yourself, I’d rather eat with you than with these, and I’ll not eat with you.”
She put them back, opened another door and let out twelve of the rustiest, foulest, ugliest old hags that man could set eyes on.
“Will you take food with these?” asked she.
“Indeed, then, I will not.”
She hurried them back, opened a door, and brought out twelve beautiful young women.
“Will you take food with these?”
“These are fit to take food with any one,” said Cud.
They sat down and ate with good-will and pleasure. When they had the dinner eaten the hag opened the door, and the twelve went back to their own chamber.