"To enter," replied the knight. "Are you not able to afford me the enjoyment of some rest at this hour of the night? Yes or no?"
"No! no! no!" said the echoes.
Here the knight lifted his vizier, because he was warm; and the old woman, seeing how handsome he was, said to him:
"Come in, handsome youth; you shall be cared for and well looked after."
"After! after!" warned the echoes; but the knight was fear-less and entered, the old woman promising that he should fare well.
"Farewell, farewell!" sighed the echoes.
"Go on, old lady," said the knight.
"I am called Lady Berberisca," interposed the old woman, very crossly; "and I am the mistress of Albastretch."
"Wretch! wretch!" groaned the echoes.
"Won't you be silent, cursed chatterers?" exclaimed Lady Berberisca. "I am your humble servant," she continued, making a deep curtsey to the knight, "and if you like I will be your wife, and you shall live with me here as grand as a Pacha."