5C1 RUMPELSTILTSKIN

A poor miller's daughter is ordered by the king to spin straw into gold. A little man helps her in exchange for her necklace, ring, and promise of her firstborn child. The girl guesses the man's name, Rumpelstiltskin, and he disappears. Grand Franciscan, from the German of the Brothers Grimm, written and illustrated by Paul von Selinsky. Once there was a poor miller who had a beautiful daughter. On his way to town, one day the miller encountered the king. Wanting to impress him, the miller said, I have a daughter who is too old to go. Now the king had a passion for gold, and such an art enthralled him. So he ordered the miller to send his daughter to the castle straightway. When the girl was brought before him, the king led her to a room that was filled with straw. He gave her a spoon and a spinning wheel, and said, You may speak all night, but if you have not souped this straw with gold by morning, you will have to die. With that, he looked at the door, and the girl was left inside alone. There sat the poor miller's daughter without the blindest idea how a long spinning straw into gold. For the life of her, she did not know what to do. She grew more and more pregnant, and then she began to weep. Suddenly, the door sprang open, and a teeny man stepped in. Good evening, mistress miller. She said. Why are you sobbing? Oh, the girl cried. I must spin the straw into gold, and I don't have gold. What will you give me if I spin it for you? The little man asked. My necklace. Asked for the girl. The little man took her necklace and sat down at a spinning wheel. He pulled three times. Wheel, wheel, wheel. And the spool was one full of the three. The three found another spool and asked. Wheel, wheel, wheel. Wheel. He pulled and that one too was spun. And so it went until Monday, where all the straw was spun, and all the spools were full of gold. When the king's son and son's wife, she was amazing and great. But all that gold only made him greater. So he lead the miller's daughter to a larger room filled with straw. And he ordered to spin this straw to people before dawn, if she were alive. The girl didn't know now what to do. She began to weep. One more the door opened and the little man stepped in. What will you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you? He asked. The ring of my finger. And so the girl and the little man took her ring. Then he spinned wheel, wheel, wheel. And before the night was over, he had spun all the straw into gleaming gold. So soon after sunrise, the king returned five of golden spools blowing in the morning light. The king rejoiced at the six of so much gold, but still he was not satisfied. He led the miller's daughter to an even bigger room that was filled thick with straw. When the king had left, the little man appeared for the third time. Ordered the king. And I ask you to get yourself become my wife. Because he thought I could not bring a richer wife in all the world. When the king had left, the little man appeared for the third time. What will you give me if I spin for you yet one more? He asked. I have nothing else. The ring replied. They have promised that when you become queen, your first child will belong to me. The miller's daughter guessed who called she promised such a thing. Then she thought, but who knows whether that will ever happen. And as she could think of no other way to save herself, she promised and the little man once again spun all the straw into gold. When the king came in the morning and found everything as they had wished, he married the miller's beautiful daughter to her and they became a couple. A year passed and the king brought a handsome baby boy into the world. She has scarcely talked to the little man. But one day he happened suddenly in her room. Now give me what you promised me. He then did. The queen played with the little man. He called, take all them. Royal treasure. If he would only let her keep his child but her. Playing was in vain. She began to weep so pitilessly that at last the little man has moved. I will you give me three days, he said. If by the end of that time you know my name, then you may keep your child. Long since they missed the case I am. The next day, drinking of the next day's cider were safe. That evening the little man returned, playing with Caspar, Mathur and Baltazar. The queen recited every name she knew, one after another, but to each one the little man replied. That is not my name. The second day the queen had been quite made in town, searching for mummies. And when the little man came that evening, she posed the strangest and most unusual one to him. She tried baskets and old leg-on-rums and steel spoons, but he would only reply. That is not my name. Now the queen's great forty-five, and she sent her most faithful servant into the woods to look after the little man. The servant searched through the sacks and over clearing deep in the forest, and the laughter of the dog on a high hill she spied seen. She was waiting for a cooking spoon around the great father, and crying out. I bring my beer, I beg my lord, and soon the queen's own son I'll claim. A lucky me, for no one knows that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. The servant made her way back as fast as she could make, and in the middle reached a passage. You can imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. Late that evening, the little man arrived. Now you see. Do you know my name, or do I take the shield? So the queen asked him. Is your name Will? No. Is your name Phil? No. In this case, is your name Rumpelstiltskin? The devil told you that, the devil told you that. Right Rumpelstiltskin. And in a fury she jumped on his cooking spoon and flew out the window and never was heard from again. The end. Thank you for listening.