This
famous story starts:
'In a
certain kingdom once lived a poor miller who had a very beautiful daughter. She
was moreover exceedingly shrewd and clever; and the miller was so vain and proud
of her, that one day he told the king of the land that his daughter could spin
gold out of straw. Now this king was very fond of money; and when he heard the
miller's boast, his avarice was excited, and he ordered the girl to be
brought before him.'
Well,
as you can imagine, this led to a chain of events which became quite hairy.
Briefly the story went like this . . .
She
was taken to a room high in the castle and given a pile of straw and a
spinning-wheel and told to spin it into straw, on pain of her life. Poor girl,
she did her best to tell him the truth, but . . . Whilst she was crying in her
despair a strange little man appeared and offered to spin the gold for her - at
a price. She offered him her necklace, and he completed the task.
The
shocked (and delighted) king took the gold and, being somewhat greedy, gave her
another, larger, pile to do next night. Once again the little man came to her
rescue - this time for her ring. Once again the magic worked and she presented
the king with another pile of treasure.
Still
not satisfied, the king put her into a larger room full of straw, and told her
if she could spin this into gold she would become his queen. Once more the
little man appeared, but this time she had nothing left to give. He made her
promise to give him her first child when she married the king. What could she do
but accept? So again he performed the miracle, and the gold was delivered to the
king.
They
were duly married, and a little child was born to the queen. Then the little man
appeared demanding his dues. The horrified queen appealed to him so tearfully
that he said if after three days she could guess his name she could keep the
child.
Messengers
were despatched throughout the kingdom to try and find this information. The
first day he appeared and she guessed at several names, but to no avail. The
second day, several different guesses produced the same result, and away he went
chuckling.
In desperation,
the queen sent messengers out once more, and this time one returned with the
news that deep in a wood he had come across a strange little man who sang a
funny little song:
'Merrily the feast I'll make,
To-day I'll brew, tomorrow bake;
Merrily I'll dance and sing,
For next will a stranger bring;
Little does my lady dream
Rumple-Stilts-Kin is my name!'
You've
guessed it. The queen then told him his name successfully, which made the little
man very mad. And the story ends:
'Then
he made the best of his way off, while every body laughed at him for having had
all his trouble for nothing.'
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