Soone after, _Calandrino_ started up, and perceiving by their loude speaking, that they talked of nothing which required secret Counsell: he went into their company (the onely thing which _Maso_ desired) and holding on still the former Argument; _Calandrino_ would needs request to know, in what place these precious stones were to be found, which had such excellent vertues in them? _Maso_ made answere, that the most of them were to be had in _Berlinzona_, neere to the City of _Bascha_, which was in the Territory of a Countrey, called _Bengodi_, where the Vines were bound about with Sawcidges, a Goose was sold for a penny, and the Goslings freely given in to boote. There was also an high mountaine, wholly made of _Parmezane_, grated Cheese, whereon dwelt people, who did nothing else but make _Mocharones_ and _Raviuolies_, boiling them with broth of Capons, and afterward hurled them all about, to whosoever can or will catch them. Neere to this mountaine runneth a faire River, the whole streame being pure white Bastard, none such was ever sold for any money, and without one drop of water in it. Now trust me Sir, (said _Calandrino_) that is an excellent Countrey to dwell in: but I pray you tell me Sir, what doe they with the Capons after they have boyld them? The _Baschanes_ (quoth _Maso_) eate them all. Have you Sir, said _Calandrino_, at any time beene in that Countrey? How? answered _Maso_, doe you demaund if I have beene there? Yes man, above a thousand times, at the least. How farre Sir, I pray you (quoth _Calandrino_) is that worthy Countrey, from this our City? In troth replyed _Maso_, the miles are hardly to be numbred, for the most part of them we travell when we are nightly in our beddes, and if a man dreame right; he may be there upon a sudden. Surely Sir, said _Calandrino_, it is further hence, then to _Abruzzi_? Yes questionlesse, replyed _Maso_; but, to a willing minde, no travell seemeth tedious. _Calandrino_ well noting, that _Maso_ delivered all these speeches, with a stedfast countenance, no signe of smyling, or any gesture to urge the least mislike: he gave such credit to them, as to any matter of apparent and manifest truth, and upon this assured confidence, he said. Beleeve me Sir, the journey is over-farre for mee to undertake, but if it were neerer; I could affoord to goe in your Company; onely to see how they make these _Macherones_, and to fill my belly with them.