The Grimm Brothers
Once there was a miller who was poor, but who
had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to
the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I
have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which
pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her
to-morrow 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, and for the
life of her could not tell what to do, 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 and delighted, 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 at the sight, but
still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken 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
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to
give me your first child."
"Who knows whether that will ever happen," thought
the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this
strait, 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."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin
all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the
manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures
in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the
manikin pitied her. "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, far and wide, 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 every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the
neighborhood 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 good night, 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 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
"Is your name Harry?"
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! 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.