The story of Rampalstiltskin

[source](https://www.storiestogrowby.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/The_Millers_Daughter_by_Anne_Anderson-200x200.jpg) Miller once lived with her daughter. Miller used to rotate the grain all day long, he did not like the man more than to think long stories. One day the king came to the city. She heard Miller talk about her daughter. Miller says that if his daughter is not the most wonderful girl in the village, then not in the whole country. "You are here!" The king said. "What's so strange about your daughter?" Dad! He said, o my majesty, my daughter is so shiny that she will eat gold straw! "Spin straw in gold?" The king said. "It's amazing! He'll come to my palace and I'll let him examine me!" "But I mean ..." Miller said. He did not want to say that King! But now it's too late. So Miller's daughter had to go to the royal palace once. The king took him from the floor to a house furnished up to the ceiling. She instructed to cut a wheel in the middle of the house. He said, now do it! If you do not touch this stove gold in the morning you will die! " The king closed the door and closed it behind. The girl was all alone. "Your majesty, my daughter is so intelligent that she can wear gold hay!" Only then, a strange little man stood before her. "Did I tell you, no one? She said. What does the girl say, "what?" Surprised, "Where are you from?" "Do not remember!" Imp imp. "What matters can I save your life. Of course, of course." "Can you spin gold straw?" The girl said. "What kind of price do you think?" He does not know whether he should believe in this newborn. "What you must do is important for you," imp. "How about that necklace?"What matters is that I will save your life. For a price, of course.” The little man got to work. Very busy he was, all night long. Whirr, whirr, whirr, until morning. By then, not one piece of straw was left within the area – all of it had been become piles of pure gold thread! “You did it!” said the girl. “Of course I did!” snapped the imp. “Now hand over that necklace!” “A deal is a deal,” said the girl. She took off her jewelry and gave it to him. And he was gone. When the King stepped into the space, he was terribly glad. “Look at that! “Pure gold!” “Yes,” said the girl. “Now if you please, sir. I’d like to go home now.” “Not so fast!” said the King. “I can have my servants bring new straw to stock up an area larger than this one. You will stay there tonight. Beware – by morning all the straw should be spun into gold. If you care about your life!” “Look at that! "Pure gold!" “But I already–!” said the girl. “No ‘buts’ about it!” said the King. And he left, slamming the door behind him. It locked with a click. “Oh!” the girl called out. “I was lucky last night. It will not happen again.” “Who says?” said a voice. The girl turned. There before her was that odd very little man again! “I can do that job for you,” same the imp, “But you must give me that ring on your finger.” “I always loved that ring!” thought the girl. “But in spite of everything, it is just a ring.” “All right, she said to the imp. It’s a deal.” So the imp spun the straw all night. By morning, nothing however piles of spun gold thread lay on the ground. The lady gave the ring to the imp, as she same she would do. The next morning, the lady felt positive the King would be therefore happy, he would let her go home. But alas! If 2 rooms of gold look sensible to a king, three rooms of gold looked even better. The King took the lady to the most important area however. He had already filled with straw. He told her she should flip that straw into gold by morning. Or else! This time, however, the King same his son was returning from an extended journey that terribly night. In the morning he would send his son to the space to check if the work was done. If it was, she was to marry the aristocrat. The king thought, "Even if she may be a miller's girl, I couldn't realize an improved better half for my son." however he told the woman during aloud booming voice, if she couldn't do the task, she would marry nobody the least bit for she would die!He told him that he must turn that straw into gold in the morning. Or! When the king left, the girl fell into a deep sleep. How long will this go? Will he ever leave? When he raised his head, the little guy went there again. "I said you know I'll be back," he said. "I was not sure," said the girl. "But at this time I have nothing to give you. I will not be able to pay you anymore." "We will get a good price," said the imp. And he went to work, cut straw in gold. The girl said, stop! "Grace! I have left to give you money." But the obstacle did not stop! She worked long hours all over. Although she leaned towards him and requested to stop him, hour after hour, it was no use. In the morning, the work is done. "There!" IP said. "All is finished. Now I will tell you my price." The girl said, this is not right! "Very well," he sighed. "What is your price?" "Oh, now there is nothing," he said. "But later .... if you become queen, I'll get your first child." The girl said, afraid what? "I can not imagine that I could ever be a queen, but if I had lived, I would not have agreed!" "There!" IP said. "All is finished. Now I will tell you my price." "Oh, but you already have. Straw is spun in gold and so is the deal!" And he's gone. After a moment, a young man walked into the room. "Miss, are you okay?" Prince said. "I know how difficult my father can be." "True, that is," he said, and they smile. This young man was very different from his father. He said, "When I am the king, he says," I will not rule as he does. "The prince looked around. He saw the big piles of gold shining on the floor. "How can you do such a thing?" He said the wonder. She did not say anything. "I was told that if this straw has entered the gold this morning you can marry me, but know that if you really want to get out of here, I will help you, do not worry, talk to my father." This young man was very different! The girl asked him to know better. Two room rooms and talking about all kinds. Long ago, they fell in love Then she asked him to marry him. And the girl said yes. "Very well," he said. "I will give you three days, three days later, if you can not tell me my true name then baby is mine. But if you guess my name, you can keep it for the child you care for, and someone about it Of course, if you say this to someone, the baby will go away forever. " Long time to get many names for three days, Queen thought. And so he agreed. The next day, the Queen wrote a long list of each name. That night, the child's bedroom, imp imp imported before it. "Well?" He said loudly loudly. The queen named after the full list, one after the other. "Could your name be Nathan?" He said. "Lucas?" "Jacob?" Hugo? "" Felix? "" Oliver? "You can imagine, many other names too. "Do not even stop!" Imp imp. "See you tomorrow night." And he's gone. The next day, the queen looked at each book in the royal library. He got the name from a distant place. He never heard of the name. The night that night appeared, the queen reads her list. "Perhaps your name is Maximilian," she said. "No, how about guinea?" "Alfonso?" "Predictor?" And more. "This annoying," said imp imp. "But tomorrow night I will not be disturbed, when the baby is mine on the third night!" He smiled again, went away. When the wave appeared on that night, the queen read out her list. On the third day, the queen did not know what to do. She can call her husband his affliction, but she does not dare. She went back to the room, one side went back. Back, Over Over "It does not help a thing!" he says ,. He kept on his royal cape and the hood, and went out of the castle. He said, "If I have peace and calm, then maybe I will think." Queen went into the wood. He followed a Brook in a big lake, and went into the dark deep forested lake in the dark. When that night appeared, the queen went through more names. "Your name is Yusuf Bobik, how about Salman?" "No, not a thousand times!" "You're wasting my time. I'll give you a last guess. Then that's the end!" "Well, I'm not sure it's right, but your name might be - Rumpelstiltskin?" "Rumhelstilsin?" "How do you know?" He is so crazy that he stamps his foot. He hit them hard so that a big hole was open in the ground, and he fell into it. And Ramplastilskin was not seen again.