In a certain kingdom there once lived a poor miller who had a very beautiful daughter. She was, moreover, exceedingly shrewd and clever; and the miller was so vain and proud of her that one day he told the King of the land that his daughter could spin gold out of straw! Now, this King was very fond of money, and when he heard the miller's boast he ordered the girl to be brought before him. Then he led her to a chamber where there was a great quantity of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel, and said: "All this must be spun into gold before morning, as you value your life."
It was in vain that the poor maiden declared she could do no such thing; the chamber was locked, and she was left alone.
She sat down in one corner of the room and began to cry, when the door opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in and said: "Good day to you. What are you weeping for?"
"Alas!" answered she, "I must spin this straw into gold, and I know not how."
"What will you give me," said the little man, "to do it for you?"
"My necklace," replied the maiden.
He took her at her word, and set himself down to the wheel. Round about it went merrily, and presently the gold was all spun.
When the King came and saw this he was greatly astonished and pleased; but his heart grew still more greedy, and he shut up the poor miller's daughter again with a fresh task. Then she knew not what to do, and sat down once more to weep; but the little man presently opened the door, and said: "What will you give me to do your task?"
"The ring on my finger," she replied. So her little friend took the ring, and began to work at the wheel, till by the morning all was finished again.
The King was vastly delighted to see all this glittering treasure; but he was not satisfied yet, and took the miller's daughter into a still larger room, and said: "All this must be spun tonight; and if you succeed you shall be my Queen."
As soon as she was alone the dwarf came in, and said: "What will you give me to spin gold this third time?"
"I have nothing left," said she.
"Then promise me," said the little man, "your first little child when you are Queen."
"That may never be," thought the miller's daughter; and as she knew no other way to get her task done, she promised him what he asked, and once more he spun the whole heap of gold. The King came in the morning, and, finding all he wanted, married her.
At the birth of her first little child the Queen rejoiced very much, and forgot the little man and her promise; but one day he came into her chamber and reminded her of it. Then she offered him all the treasures of the kingdom in exchange; but in vain, till at last her tears softened him, and he said: "If in three days you can tell me my name, you shall keep your child."
Now, the Queen lay awake all night, thinking of all the odd names that she had ever heard, and dispatched messengers all over the land to inquire after new ones. The next day the little man came, and she began with Timothy, Benjamin, Jeremiah, and all the names she could remember, but to all of them he said: "That's not my name."
The third day came back one of the messengers, and said: "Yesterday, as I was climbing a high hill among the trees of the forest where the fox and the hare bid each other good-night, I saw a little hut, and before the hut burned a fire, and round about the fire danced a funny little man upon one leg, singing:
"'Merrily the feast I'll make,
Today I'll brew, tomorrow bake;
Merrily I'll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring;
Little does my lady dream
Rumpelstiltskin is my name.'"
Then the Queen jumped for joy, and as soon as her little visitor came she said: "Is your name John?"
"No!"
"Is it Tom?"
"No!"
"Is it Rumpelstiltskin?"
"Some witch told you that!" cried the little man, and in a rage dashed his right foot so deep into the floor that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out. Then he made the best of his way off, while everybody laughed at him for having had all his trouble for nothing.
