The Three Stories of the Three Merchants’ Sons—Li tri cunti di li tri figghi di mircanti

When they entered, a boy dressed in fine garments greeted them. “What do you want at this hour?” “We would like shelter for the night.” “Wait,” the boy said, “and I’ll go and ask permission from my mistress.”

And he went upstairs. “Madam, there are three young men soaked to their skin. Do you want to

give them shelter and permission to stay for the night?” “Yes, let them enter.” They went upstairs, and when the woman saw them, she asked them to sit