"Very well. Take the flax."
"Yes," said the little black thing, and my! how he twirled his tail!
That night he came back with five skeins of spun flax, but she could not guess his name.
So it went on day after day. Every night the little black thing brought five skeins, but she could not guess his name.
On the last day of the month the king came in to see her.
"You are doing well, my dear," said he.
"I think I shall not have to cut off your head, after all."
So he had a fine supper brought in, and they ate it together.
As they were eating, the king said: