The Miller Beside the Water
At the edge of a dark forest stood a mill beside a narrow stream. The miller talked too freely, and one boast in particular drifted farther than he intended.
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At the edge of a dark forest stood a mill beside a narrow stream. The miller talked too freely, and one boast in particular drifted farther than he intended.
A king came riding out of the woods and heard the miller claim that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The lie, once spoken aloud, began to harden into fate.
The girl was brought to a chamber piled high with straw. The king shut the door behind her and promised death by morning if she could not do what her father had sworn.
When she wept, a small strange man appeared and asked what she would give him. For a necklace he sat to the wheel, and before dawn the straw shone as spun gold.
The king saw the gold and his hunger grew. He led her into a larger chamber, heaped even higher with straw, and demanded the miracle again.
Once more the little man came. For a ring he spun, and on the third night, when nothing else remained to trade, he asked for her first child if she became queen.
In time she became queen and bore a child. Then the little man returned to claim what had been promised in the darkest hour.
She begged for mercy, and he granted three days. Messengers crossed fields, roads, villages, and forests, gathering every curious name they could find.
On the third day a messenger found a little hut deep in the forest. Before it, a fire burned, and around it danced the strange man singing his own secret name.
In the throne room he sneered as she guessed one name after another. At last she spoke the hidden name he thought no one could know: Rumpelstiltskin.
At the sound of his name he howled with fury. He stamped so hard that one foot sank into the floor, then tore himself free and vanished forever.
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