Soon I came upon a little house, in front of which a fire was burning. Around this fire danced a little man. He wore a pointed cap, and had a long nose and bandy legs. As he went hopping and jumping about, first on one leg and then on the other, he sang:
My baking and brewing I will do to-day,
The queen's son to-morrow I will take away,
No wise man can show the queen where to begin,
For my name, to be sure, is Rumpelstiltskin."
The queen clapped her hands for joy. She knew that at last she had found the name.
She sent the servant away with a bag of gold, and waited for the queer little man to come to her. At sunset the little fellow came hopping and skipping up to the queen.
"Now, O queen," he said, "this is your last chance. Tell me my name."
The queen asked, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Henry?"
"No."