glistened guess mourn chamber
Once upon a time there lived a miller who had a beautiful daughter.
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. To-morrow 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 it 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."
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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 into 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 made the poor miller's daughter his
queen.