WRITING PROMPT: Write a story or poem based on a fairy-tale, folktale, or myth that changes the ending and other elements of the original story (e.g., Cinderella’s prince marries one of the wicked stepsisters, Snow White falls in love with one of the seven dwarves…)
The True Story of Rumpelstiltskin
The beginning of this story is the Brothers Grimm: Rumpelstiltskin.
I have altered the ending.
Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, “I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold.”
The king said to the miller, “That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test.”
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, “Now set to work, and if by tomorrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die.”
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller’s daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, “Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?”
“Alas,” answered the girl, “I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it.”
“What will you give me,” said the manikin, “if I do it for you?”
“My necklace,” said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only greedier. He had the miller’s daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, “What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?”
“The ring on my finger,” answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller’s daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, “You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife.”
Even if she be a miller’s daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, “What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?”
“I have nothing left that I could give,” answered the girl.
“Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child.”
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller’s daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller’s daughter became a queen.
A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, “Now give me what you promised.”
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, “No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world.”
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
“I will give you three days, time,” said he, “if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child.”
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to everyone the little man said, “That is not my name.”
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, “That is not my name.”
(The Altered Tale)
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, “I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night. There were signs posted forbidding entrance to the squalid, small hut, but I knew of the importance of this quest. I entered anyway. There I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted –
‘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.'”
“I was spotted and I ran for my life. Behind, this horrid little creature bellowed, “Three will be consequences. There will be consequences. Then I came immediately to you, your majesty.”
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, “Now, mistress queen, what is my name?”
At first she said, “Is your name Conrad?”
“Is your name Harry?”
“Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?”
“The devil had told. The devil has told you… The breaking of the rules will not go unpunished,” cried the little man.
“No rules were broken.”
In a fit of rage, he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then he plunged his left. Raising both of his hands in the air, he bellowed, “By all the gods of the air and of the underworld. A deal is a deal. Let these words not return unheeded. The little girl is mine.” The young thing floated out of her mother’s arms and into this of the little man.
“But I did not break the rules. My manservant was overly zealous in his attempt to assist me.?”
“No matter. The girl is mine. But I will grant you a saving grace. At the age of fifteen, should she decide that life with her new father is not what pleases her, she may come and resume life with you… here in the castle. That is a far better option than your father granted you, Your Majesty.” The last words were said with a smirk.
“Agreed.” For what else was the queen to do?”
Years and years went by. The little man and the little girl continued to live happily as family. The little man named the little girl Esmeralda. Esmeralda became skilled in all manners of wood life and magical lore.
The Queen was broken-hearted and distraught. No amount of consoling from her ladies-in-waiting could soothe her troubled soul. After seeing many of the best of the kingdom’s physicians, she was confined to the upper towers of the castle for her own safety.
The King, after hearing the entirety of the tale from his messengers, unburdened the Queen of her duties and commanded her name never to be spoken in his presence again. The Queen’s miller-father was executed.
Esmeralda continued to grow into a beauty.
Soon, thereafter, the King once again marries. His new Queen had a beautiful baby boy.
(It would not be long before, on a hunting excursion, the lad spies a beautiful woodland princess…. But that is another story.)
Written for Creative Writing Now: Day 25.