The Millers Daughter Who For Some reason Doesn’t Have A Name By V pinto

The Miller’s Daughter Who For Some Reason Doesn’t Have A Name

I was getting anxious waiting for my father to come back from his meeting with the king. He’s always wanted to impress him for no reason. The king is just going to find him desperate. As I was washing the dishes when my dad came in.

“How’d it go?” I asked him
“It went great. For me. Not so much for you” he replied.
“What do you mean?”
“I told the king that since you’re so beautiful that for some reason you could spin straw into gold”.
“You did what?”
“You heard me”
“…How am I supposed to do that?”
“I have no idea. Tomorrow you’re going to the castle to spin straw into gold and if you don’t he’ll kill you”
I went to my room in anger and I just fell asleep.

The next day I did my regular routine. When nightfall came I was taken into a room in the castle. The room was filled with straw and a spinning wheel. I stared at the straw for an hour until I started to cry because how am I going to spin straw into gold? I’m scared at the fact that I’m going to die. Then a weird short man opened the door and walked right in. I should’ve ran for it when the door was open but of course I don’t know what’s good for me so I stayed put. I looked at the man whilst still crying.

“Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?” The weird man said.
“Alas, I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it” I replied.
“”What will you give me if I do it for you?”
“My necklace”
He held his hand out expecting for the necklace.
“Nope, start spinning. When you’re done I’ll give you the necklace”

He grinned as he took a seat at the spinning wheel. I really didn’t think he could do it, but he had spun the whole room of straw and the reel was filled with gold. I gave him the necklace as promised and he left before the King arrived.

The King was delighted when he saw the gold, but instead of being grateful, he became greedy. You would think that since the villagers were all living in poverty he would sell the gold to neighboring kingdoms for money and help the villages he reigned. He just kept it all to himself.

The King wanted me to spin ever more straw into gold the following night. I sat in the room I was locked in. I really couldn’t believe that I let myself get into this mess again. I didn’t know how to help myself so I started to cry. As if he was listening from behind the door, the same strange man appeared.
“What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?”
“Hello to you too. Um I’ll give you my ring” I said

He sat down and started to spin the straw. I really didn’t know how he did it. I’m convinced he sold his soul to the devil but to each is their own. When morning came around he was finished and I gave him my ring. He left before the king came into the room.

The King rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but he still wasn’t satisfied with the amount of gold. He took me to a room filled with even more straw.
He said “You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife.”
I really didn’t like to be imprisoned and I didn’t like the idea of marrying this guy. I started to cry once more on purpose this time to summon the short little man. He did and he asked me the same question.
“What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?”
“My tears, because I have nothing left to give you”
“Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child.”

I doubted i was going to even have kids with this guy.
“Deal” I said

He sat down and spun the straw into gold all night long. When morning came I promised him my firstborn child. The King walked in and we got married a week later. I became queen.

1 year later…

A year later I gave birth to a beautiful baby. I never even thought about the weird little man. Suddenly he appeared in my room and said
“Now give me what you promised.”
“You thought. I’ll give you any amount of money you want”
“No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world.”

I started to cry and I guess the man took pity on me.
“I will give you three days, time,” said he, “if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child.”

I spent the whole night trying to come up with as many names as possible. I wrote them down on a long piece of parchment. I even sent a messenger out to discover more names that I haven’t thought of. When the man returned I started to list the names.
“Caspar?”
“No”
“Ben?”
“No”
“What about Simon?”
“No”
This went on for the rest of the day. Each time I mentioned a name he would say no.
On the second night I sent the hunter out to find more names for me to read. The hunter recalls seeing the little man dancing around a fire singing.
“To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
the next I’ll have the young queen’s child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.’”
The next morning I started reading the names once more.
“Is your name Conrad?””
“No”
“Is it rumpelstiltskin?”
“The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that,” cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.