I am one of three cauldrons hidden in the house of a giant. We contain copper, silver and gold, and our metal boils without a fire beneath. Imagine how much heat we hold.
One day a young prince came into my room. He knew he wasn’t supposed to enter, but he was too full of wonder. He walked around me where I hung from the walls. He saw that there was no fire below me. “I wonder what is inside,” he said.
He peered into my molten depths, and a lock of his hair fell in. It made my metal impure. In turn, my metal gilded his hair copper.
“That’s a nice kind of soup,” he said. “If anyone were to taste it, their throat would be gilded.” Off he went, whistling, into the next chamber.
I must say that my reaction to him on his departure was as strong as his reaction had been to me upon his arrival!