‘We shall see,’ said the witch, ‘who will win in the end. Listen, there are three cocks in the hen-house; one is yellow, one black, and the third is white. If one of them crows during the night you must tell me which one it is. Woe to you if you make a mistake. I will gobble you up in one mouthful.’
Now Bensiabel was in the room next to the one where Prunella slept. At midnight she awoke hearing a cock crow.
‘Which one was that?’ shouted the witch.
Then, trembling, Prunella knocked on the wall and whispered: ‘Bensiabel, Bensiabel, tell me, which cock crowed?’
‘Will you give me a kiss if I tell you?’ he whispered back through the wall.
But she answered ‘No.’
Then he whispered back to her: ‘Nevertheless, I will tell you. It was the yellow cock that crowed.’
The witch, who had noticed the delay in Prunella’s answer, approached her door calling angrily: ‘Answer at once, or I will kill you.’
So Prunella answered: ‘It was the yellow cock that crowed.’
And the witch stamped her foot and gnashed her teeth.