I thought, The nerve of that king! He pretends to be smitten by me, but the moment he gets me to his castle, he shoves me into a little turret room with a maid and a pile of flax. Then orders me to spin it! I brought seven thousand golden guineas to this marriage! Is he out of his mind?

I went into such tirades, and I ran home several times to get help from my fairy godmother. He made me take care of a dog, and that was more than I could bear. I threw it out the window! The last time I ran home, an old, bearded man came to the door. I didn’t know him from Adam. “Who are you?” he barked. “And what do you want?” Foolish old goat, how dare he address me that way!

Then he held up a mirror so that I could see my face. I nearly fainted with horror, for staring back at me was the ugly, hairy face of a goat. Then I saw everything. My fairy godmother had punished me for my ingratitude by giving me a goat’s head, and leaving without so much as a “fare-thee-well.” No wonder the king hid me in the tower room!

Renzolla in The Goat-Faced Girl, Grey Fairy Book. Illustration by H.J. Ford.

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