Soon the great roomful of straw was all turned into gold.
When the king opened the door the next morning, he saw the maiden sitting beside a large heap of shining gold.
The king kept his promise, and made the poor miller's daughter his queen.
RUMPELSTILTSKIN—II
About a year later the queen had a lovely child, but she forgot all about her promise.
One day the little old man came hopping into the queen's room and said, "Now give me what you have promised."
The queen was filled with terror, and offered the little man all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child.
"No, I do not care for riches; you must keep your promise."
Then the queen began to mourn and to weep, until the little man had pity for her.
"I will give you three days," he said, "and if, in that time, you can guess my name, you shall keep the child."