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Then rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the
enchantress climbed up to her. If that is the ladder by which one
mounts, I too will try my fortune, said he, and the next day when
it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,
rapunzel, rapunzel,
let down your hair.
Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.
At first rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as
her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her. But the king's son
began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his
heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he
had been forced to see her. Then rapunzel lost her fear, and when
he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that
he was young and handsome, she thought, he will love me more than
old dame gothel does. And she said yes, and laid her hand in his.
She said, I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know
how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that
you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready
I will descend, and you will take me on your horse. They agreed
that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the
old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of
this, until once rapunzel said to her, tell me, dame gothel, how
it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than
the young king's son - he is with me in a moment. Ah. You
wicked child, cried the enchantress. What do I hear you say. I
thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have
deceived me. In her anger she clutched rapunzel's beautiful
tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of
scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the
lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she
took poor rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great
grief and misery.
On the same day that she cast out rapunzel, however, the
enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to
the hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried,
rapunzel, rapunzel,
let down your hair,
she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of
finding his dearest rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed
at him with wicked and venomous looks. Aha, she cried mockingly,
you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits
no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch
out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never see
her again. The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in
his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life,
but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he
wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and
berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his
dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at
length came to the desert where rapunzel, with the twins to which
she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He
heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards
it, and when he approached, rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck
and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear
again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his
kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long
time afterwards, happy and contented.
There was once a man whose wife died, and a woman whose husband
died, and the man had a daughter, and the woman also had a
daughter. The girls were acquainted with each other, and went
out walking together, and afterwards came to the woman in her
house. Then said she to the man's daughter, listen, tell your
father that I would like to marry him, and then you shall
wash yourself in milk every morning, and drink wine, but my own
daughter shall wash herself in water and drink water. The girl
went home, and told her father what the woman had said. The
man said, what shall I do. Marriage is a joy and also a torment.
At length as he could come to no decision, he pulled off his boot,
and said, take this boot, it has a hole in the sole of it. Go with
it up to the loft, hang it on the big nail, and then pour water into
it. If it hold the water, then I will again take a wife, but if it
run through, I will not. The girl did as she was bid, but the water
drew the hole together and the boot became full to the top. She
informed her father how it had turned out. Then he himself went up,
and when he saw that she was right, he went to the widow and wooed
her, and the wedding was celebrated.
The next morning, when the two girls got up, there stood before
the man's daughter milk for her to wash in and wine for her to
drink, but before the woman's daughter stood water to wash
herself with and water for drinking. On the second morning, stood
water for washing and water for drinking before the man's
daughter as well as before the woman's daughter. And on the third
morning stood water for washing and water for drinking before the
man's daughter, and milk for washing and wine for drinking, before
the woman's daughter, and so it continued. The woman became her
step-daughter's bitterest enemy, and day by day did her best to
treat her still worse. She was also envious because her
step-daughter was beautiful and lovable, and her own daughter ugly
and repulsive.
Once, in winter, when everything was frozen as hard as a stone,
and hill and vale lay covered with snow, the woman made a frock
of paper, called her step-daughter, and said, here, put on this
dress and go out into the wood, and fetch me a little basketful of
strawberries - I have a fancy for some. Good heavens, said the
girl, no strawberries grow in winter. The ground is frozen, and
besides the snow has covered everything. And why am I to go in
this paper frock. It is so cold outside that one's very breath
freezes. The wind will blow through the frock, and the thorns
tear it off my body. Will you contradict me, said the step-mother.
See that you go, and do not show your face again until you have

Then rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the

enchantress climbed up to her. If that is the ladder by which one

mounts, I too will try my fortune, said he, and the next day when

it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,

rapunzel, rapunzel,

let down your hair.

Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.

At first rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as

her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her. But the king's son

began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his

heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he

had been forced to see her. Then rapunzel lost her fear, and when

he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that

he was young and handsome, she thought, he will love me more than

old dame gothel does. And she said yes, and laid her hand in his.

She said, I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know

how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that

you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready

I will descend, and you will take me on your horse. They agreed

that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the

old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of

this, until once rapunzel said to her, tell me, dame gothel, how

it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than

the young king's son - he is with me in a moment. Ah. You

wicked child, cried the enchantress. What do I hear you say. I

thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have

deceived me. In her anger she clutched rapunzel's beautiful

tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of

scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the

lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she

took poor rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great

grief and misery.

On the same day that she cast out rapunzel, however, the

enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to

the hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried,

rapunzel, rapunzel,

let down your hair,

she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of

finding his dearest rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed

at him with wicked and venomous looks. Aha, she cried mockingly,

you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits

no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch

out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never see

her again. The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in

his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life,

but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he

wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and

berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his

dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at

length came to the desert where rapunzel, with the twins to which

she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He

heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards

it, and when he approached, rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck

and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear

again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his

kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long

time afterwards, happy and contented.

There was once a man whose wife died, and a woman whose husband

died, and the man had a daughter, and the woman also had a

daughter. The girls were acquainted with each other, and went

out walking together, and afterwards came to the woman in her

house. Then said she to the man's daughter, listen, tell your

father that I would like to marry him, and then you shall

wash yourself in milk every morning, and drink wine, but my own

daughter shall wash herself in water and drink water. The girl

went home, and told her father what the woman had said. The

man said, what shall I do. Marriage is a joy and also a torment.

At length as he could come to no decision, he pulled off his boot,

and said, take this boot, it has a hole in the sole of it. Go with

it up to the loft, hang it on the big nail, and then pour water into

it. If it hold the water, then I will again take a wife, but if it

run through, I will not. The girl did as she was bid, but the water

drew the hole together and the boot became full to the top. She

informed her father how it had turned out. Then he himself went up,

and when he saw that she was right, he went to the widow and wooed

her, and the wedding was celebrated.

The next morning, when the two girls got up, there stood before

the man's daughter milk for her to wash in and wine for her to

drink, but before the woman's daughter stood water to wash

herself with and water for drinking. On the second morning, stood

water for washing and water for drinking before the man's

daughter as well as before the woman's daughter. And on the third

morning stood water for washing and water for drinking before the

man's daughter, and milk for washing and wine for drinking, before

the woman's daughter, and so it continued. The woman became her

step-daughter's bitterest enemy, and day by day did her best to

treat her still worse. She was also envious because her

step-daughter was beautiful and lovable, and her own daughter ugly

and repulsive.

Once, in winter, when everything was frozen as hard as a stone,

and hill and vale lay covered with snow, the woman made a frock

of paper, called her step-daughter, and said, here, put on this

dress and go out into the wood, and fetch me a little basketful of

strawberries - I have a fancy for some. Good heavens, said the

girl, no strawberries grow in winter. The ground is frozen, and

besides the snow has covered everything. And why am I to go in

this paper frock. It is so cold outside that one's very breath

freezes. The wind will blow through the frock, and the thorns

tear it off my body. Will you contradict me, said the step-mother.

See that you go, and do not show your face again until you have