Now the miller had to visit the king's castle, and, while there, he happened to meet the king face to face.
The king stopped and spoke to the miller. The miller, wishing the king to think that he was very rich, told him that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold.
"Ah," said the king, "that is indeed a wonderful gift. Tomorrow you must bring your daughter to my castle, that she may spin some gold for me."
Then the miller was afraid and wished he had not spoken, but he had to do as the king ordered.
The next day he brought his daughter to the castle.
Now it happened that the king loved gold above all things. So taking the poor girl by the hand, he led her into one of the great rooms of the castle.
There, in the middle of the room, stood a spinning wheel, and near it was a great heap of straw.
The king turned to the miller's daughter, and said:
"There is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of it into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off."
Then the king left the room and locked the door behind him.
The poor girl could only sit and weep, for she had not the least idea how to spin straw into gold.
While she was crying, the door flew open and a little old man stepped into the room.
He had bandy legs, a long red nose, and wore a tall, peaked cap. Bowing low to the maiden, he said:
"Good evening, my dear young lady. Why are you crying?"
"Alas," said the girl, "the king has ordered me to spin all this straw into gold, and I do not know how."
Then the little man said, "What will you give me if I will spin it for you?"
"This string of gold beads from my neck," said the girl.
The little man took the beads, and, sitting down, began to spin.
Whir! whir! went the wheel; round and round it whirled.
Lo, as the maiden looked, she saw the coarse straw turn into beautiful golden threads.
The little man kept so busily at work that soon all the straw was gone, and in its place lay a heap of the finest gold.
The next morning the king unlocked the door. How his eyes sparkled at the sight of the gold!
These riches made the king even more greedy than before.
He led the maiden to a still larger chamber, which was full of straw.
Turning to the trembling girl, he said, "There is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of it into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off."
The maiden's eyes filled with tears at the sight of that huge heap of straw. Sitting down she began to cry.
All at once the door opened and in jumped the little old man. He took off his pointed cap and said to the miller's daughter, "What will you give me if I help you again, and spin this straw into gold?"
"This ring from my finger," said the maiden.
The little man took the ring, and seating himself before the spinning wheel, began to spin.
Whir! whir! went the wheel. Faster and faster it whirled.
In the morning the straw had all been turned into finest gold.
When the king opened the door, how his eyes glistened at the sight of the gold! Still, it only made him greedy for more, so taking the poor girl by the hand, he led her to a much larger chamber.
This was so full of straw that there was hardly room for her to sit at the spinning wheel.
Turning to the maiden, the king said:
"There is your spinning wheel, and here is the straw. If you do not spin all of into gold by morning, your head shall be cut off. But if you do spin the gold, I will marry you and make you my queen."
"For," thought the king, "though she is only a miller's daughter, yet she can make me the richest king in the world."
Hardly had the door closed behind the king when the little old man came hopping and skipping into the room.
Taking off his pointed cap, he said to the girl, "What will you give me if I will again spin this straw for you?"
"Ah!" said the maiden, "I have nothing more to give."
"Then you must make me a promise," said the little man. "You must promise to give me your first child, after you have become queen."
The poor girl saw no other way to save her life, so she gave her promise to the little man.
Then he sat down and began to spin.
Whir! whir! went the wheel. Faster and faster he spun.
Soon the great roomful of straw was all turned to gold.
When the king opened the door the next morning, he saw the maiden sitting beside a large heap of shining gold.
The king kept his promise, and maid the poor miller's daughter his queen.
About a year later the queen had a lovely child, but she forgot all about her promise.
One day the little old man came hopping into the queen's room and said, "Now give me what you have promised."
The queen was filled with terror, and offered the little man all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child.
"No, for I do not care for riches; you must keep your promise."
Then the queen began to mourn and weep, until the little man had pity for her.
"I will give you three days," he said, "and if, in that time, you can guess my name, you shall keep the child."
The queen lay awake that night, thinking of all the names she had ever heard. In the morning men were sent to every part of the kingdom to find strange names.
The next day the little man came again. The queen began to call off to him all the names that she had found -- Caspar, Melchior, and many, many others.
At each on the little man shook his head and said, "No, that is not my name."
Then the queen had her men go from house to house throughout the town. They took down the name of every man, woman, and child.
When the little man came again, the queen had a long list of names to give him.
"Is you name Cowribs, or Sheepshanks, or Bandylegs?" she said to him at last.
He answered to each one, "No, that is not my name."
On the third day the queen's men began to come back from all parts of the kingdom. They had been far and wide to find new names.
One of these men said, "I could not find any new names, but going by some deep woods, I heard a fox wish good-night to a rabbit.
Soon I came upon a little house, in front of which a fire was burning. Around this fire danced a little man. He wore a pointed cap, and had a long nose and bandy legs. As he went hopping and jumping about, first on one leg and then on the other, he sang:
She sent the servant away with a bag of gold, and waited for the queer little man to come to her. At sunset the little fellow came hopping and skipping up to the queen.
"Now, O queen," he said, "this is your last chance. Tell me my name."
The queen asked, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Henry?"
"No."
"Then your name is Rumplestiltskin."
"The fairies have told you!" shouted the little man dancing about.
He became so angry that, in his rage, he stamped his foot right into the ground.
This made him more angry still, and taking hold of his left foot with both hands, he pulled so hard that he tore himself quite in two.
