The king’s greed grew again, though he tried to fight it, feeling compassion for the girl. But he locked her, anyway, for the third time into a tower filled with straw and made a promise to her:
“If you can spin all this straw into gold by morning, I promise to marry you,” he said.
Once again, the little man came in, but this time, the girl had nothing left to offer him.
“Then you must give me your first born child after you get married,” he said.
The girl agreed, desperate as she was, though she promised herself never to do that.
