"My daughter knows how to spin," said the woman.
The king thought a little while.
Then he said: "I want a wife. If your daughter can spin as much as that, I will make her my wife. She shall have fine clothes, and for eleven months in every year she may do anything she wishes. But the last month of the year she must spin five skeins each day. If she doesn't, she must have her head cut off."
"Very well," said the woman.
She thought how fine it would be if her daughter should be the queen.
The girl could have a good time for eleven months, anyway, and there would surely be some way to get the skeins spun.
So the king took the girl away and made her queen.
For eleven months she had everything she could think of.
She had gold and silver and diamonds and fine clothes and good things to eat.