My husband and I were amazed to see the wild man that the huntsman caught. His body was red-brown like rusty iron, and his hair hung down over his face and down to his knees.

My husband put him in a cage in the courtyard. He gave me the key and I kept it under my pillow.

Did the wild man know where I kept it? Yes, he did.

How did he know?

That’s my little secret.

Queen Who Keeps the Wild Man in Iron Hans, Grimms. Picture by Ernst Fuchs.