I set the boy down in the forest and told he he’d never see his parents again. But since he had set me free, I meant him no harm. On the contrary, I promised him a good life if he did what he was told. I made him a bed of moss and he slept well. At dawn, I brought him to the gold well. I told him to make sure nothing fell into the clear water or it would pollute the well.
When I came back that evening, I could see he had dipped his finger into the water because he was hiding it behind his back. It had become gilded. I knew that. I gave him another couple of chances to look after the well, but when I came back to see his hair gilded, I sent him packing. “Go forth into the world and learn what poverty is,” I said.
The boy didn’t have a bad heart, though, so I told him to call for me if he ran into difficulty. “Cry ‘Iron Hans,’ and I will come and help you,” I said. “My power is greater than you think.”
He understood and then he stopped crying. He wrapped his hair in a kerchief and left the forest.