Fairy tales:
Rumpelstiltskin
Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful
daughter. Now it happened that he had to speak to the king, and make
himself appear important. He told him, I have a daughter who can spin
straw into gold.
The king told the miller, that is an art which pleases me well, if
your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her tomorrow to my palace,
and I will put her to the test.
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which
was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said,
now set to work, and if by tomorrow morning early you have not spun this
straw into gold during the night, you must die. Thereupon, he himself
locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat, the poor
miller's daughter, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold,
and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.

But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said,
"Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying?" "Alas," answered
the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do
it". "What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you".
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the
wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then
he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the
second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the
straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he
was astonished but his heart became only more greedy. He had the
miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much
larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued
her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when
the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will
you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you". "The ring on my
finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by
morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure and the miller once again took the
daughter into a still larger room full of straw, and said, you must spin
this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be
my wife.
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a
richer wife in the whole world. When the girl was alone the manikin came
again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the
straw for you this time also?" I have nothing left that I could give,
answered the girl. "Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give
me your first child". She promised the manikin what he wanted, and for
that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had
wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became
a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she
never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room,
and said, "Now give me what you promised. I will give you three days,
time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you
keep your child".
So, the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had
ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire for any
other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she
began with caspar, melchior, balthazar and said all the names she knew,
one after another, but to everyone the little man said, "That is not my
name". On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighbourhood as
to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the
most uncommon and curious. "Perhaps your name is shortribs, or
sheepshanks, or laceleg", but he always answered, "That is not my name".
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not
been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at
the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other
goodnight, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was
burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was
jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted - "today I bake, tomorrow I
brew, the next I'll have the young queen's child. Ha, glad am I that no
one knew that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled".
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And
when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress
queen, what is my name, at first she said, is your name Conrad? No. Is
your name Harry? No. Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
The devil has told you that, cried the little man, and in his anger
he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went
in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands
that he tore himself in two.
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