hiː ˈæskt ɪf ðeɪ nˈuː ðə wˈeɪ tə sˈoːɹiə mˈɔːɹiə kˈæsəl, ænd ðeɪ dɪdnˈɑːt, nˈɔːɹ dˈɪd ðə mˈuːn wɛn ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən ˈæskt ɪt, bˌʌt ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən tɹˈeɪdᵻd hˌɪm ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv bˈuːts ðæt tˈʊk twˈɛnti mˈaɪlz ɐ stˈɛp fɔːɹ hɪz hˈɔːɹs, ænd ˈæskt hˌɪm tə wˈeɪt fɚðə wˈɛst wˈɪnd.
He asked if they knew the way to Soria Moria Castle, and they did not, nor did the Moon when the old woman asked it, but the old woman traded him a pair of boots that took twenty miles a step for his horse, and asked him to wait for the West Wind.