The miller was very sorry for what he said, but it was too late. That night, the king took the miller’s daughter into a room filled with straw.
“You must spin the straw into gold by morning,” he said, “or you and your father will be sent to prison.”
Then he locked the door. But the poor girl had no idea how she was supposed to do that. She strove hard, but nothing happened. Then, she began to weep bitterly.
Suddenly, the door opened and a strange little man entered.
“Good evening, mistress miller. Why are you so sad?”
“The king ordered me to spin the straw into gold,” she sobbed.
“I can help you, but you must give me something in return.”
”Here’s my necklace,” she said. In response, the dwarf grabbed it in an instant.
