I figure that my best chance of getting her to spin straw into gold was to threaten her with death. Isn’t necessity the mother of invention?
I heard her weeping behind the door. I felt no sympathy. I thought, well that’s what you get for having a boastful father.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw that she had in fact, spun straw to gold! I wanted more of it, and more after that. Then I decided to marry her. Let her spin gold forever. Spin it for the whole kingdom.
She stopped spinning after the wedding. We had a child, and she said that he was the true gold, spun by a power greater than us.
I had to agree.
Interesting. She seems to be changing me.