The Bermecide, after having boasted so much of his bread, which my brother ate only in idea, cried, Boy, bring us another dish.  Though no boy appeared, Come, my good friend, said he to my brother, taste this new dish, and tell me if ever you ate better mutton and barley broth than this.  It is admirably good, replied my brother, and therefore you see I eat heartily.  You oblige me mightily, replied the Bermecide:  I conjure you, then, by the satisfaction I have to see you eat so heartily, that you eat all up, since you like it so well.  A little while after he called for a goose and sweet sauce, vinegar, honey, dry raisins, grey peas, and dry figs, which were brought just in the same manner as the other was.  The goose is very fat, said the Bermecide; eat only a leg and a wing; we must save our stomachs, for we have abundance of other dishes to come.  He actually called for several other dishes, of which my brother, who was ready to die of hunger, pretended to eat; but what he boasted of more than all the rest, was a lamb fed with pistacho nuts, which he ordered to be brought up in the same manner that the rest were.  Here is a dish, said the Bermecide, that you will see at nobody’s table but my own; I would have you eat unsparingly of it.  Having spoken thus, he stretched out his hand as if he had a piece of lamb in it, and putting it to my brother’s mouth, There, said he, swallow that, and you will know whether I had not reason to boast of this dish.  My brother thrust out his head, opened his mouth, and made as if he took the piece of lamb, and ate it with extreme pleasure.  I knew you would like it, said the Bermecide.  There is nothing in the world more fine, replied my brother; your lamb is a most delicious thing.  Come, bring the ragoo presently; I fancy you will like that as well as the lamb.  Well, how do you relish it? said the Bermecide.  O! it is wonderful! replied Schacabac, for here we taste all at once, amber, cloves, nutmeg, ginger, pepper, and the most odoriferous herbs; and all these tastes are so well mixed, that one does not hinder us from perceiving the other:  O how pleasant it is.  Honour this ragoo, said the Bermecide, by eating heartily of it, Ho, boy! cried he; bring us a new ragoo.  No, my lord, an’t please you, replied my brother; for indeed I cannot eat any more.

Come, take it away then, said the Bermecide, and bring the fruit.  He staid a moment, as it were, to give time for his servants to carry away; after which, he said to my brother, Taste these almonds; they are fresh and new gathered.  Both of them made as if they had peeled the almonds, and ate them.  After this, the Bermecide invited my brother to eat something else.  Look you, said he, there are all sorts of fruits, cakes, dry sweatmeats, and conserves; take what you like.  Then stretching out his hand as if he had reached my brother something, Look, said he, there is a lozenge very good for digestion.  Schacabac made as if he ate it, and said, My lord, there is no want of musk here.  These lozenges, said the Bermecide, are made in my own house, where there is nothing wanting to make every thing good.  He still bade my brother eat, and said to him, Methinks you do not eat as if you had been so hungry as you said when you came in.  My lord, replied Schacabac, whose jaws ached with moving and having nothing to eat, I am so full, that I cannot eat one bit more.