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corner where it lay, and stroked its back. Then she went quite
silently out of the door again. The next morning the nurse asked
the guards whether anyone had come into the palace during the night,
but they answered, no, we have seen no one.
She came thus many nights and never spoke a word. The nurse
always saw her, but she did not dare to tell anyone about it.
When some time had passed in this manner, the queen began to
speak in the night, and said,
how fares my child, how fares my roe.
Twice shall I come, then never more.
The nurse did not answer, but when the queen had gone again,
went to the king and told him all. The king said, ah, God.
What is this. To-morrow night I will watch by the child. In the
evening he went into the nursery, and at midnight the queen again
appeared and said,
how fares my child, how fares my roe.
Once will I come, then never more.
And she nursed the child as she was wont to do before she
disappeared. The king dared not speak to her, but on the next
night he watched again. Then she said,
how fares my child, how fares my roe.
This time I come, then never more.
Then the king could not restrain himself. He sprang towards her,
and said, you can be none other than my dear wife. She answered,
yes, I am your dear wife, and at the same moment she received
life again, and by God's grace became fresh, rosy and full of
health.
Then she told the king the evil deed which the wicked witch
and her daughter had been guilty of towards her. The king ordered
both to be led before the judge, and the judgment was delivered
against them. The daughter was taken into the forest where she was
torn to pieces by wild beasts, but the witch was cast into the fire
and miserably burnt. And as soon as she was burnt to ashes, the
roebuck changed his shape, and received his human form again, so the
sister and brother lived happily together all their lives.
There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain
wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that God
was about to grant her desire. These people had a little
window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden
could be seen, which was full of the most beautiful flowers and
herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one
dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had
great power and was dreaded by all the world. One day the woman
was standing by this window and looking down into the garden,
when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful
rampion - rapunzel, and it looked so fresh and green that she
longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire
increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any
of it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable.
Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, what ails you, dear
wife. Ah, she replied, if I can't eat some of the rampion, which
is in the garden behind our house, I shall die. The man, who loved
her, thought, sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of
the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will. At twilight, he
clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress,
hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She
at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted
so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it
three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her
husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of
evening, therefore, he let himself down again. But when he had
clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the
enchantress standing before him. How can you dare, said she with
angry look, descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a
thief. You shall suffer for it. Ah, answered he, let mercy take
the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of
necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such
a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some
to eat. Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and
said to him, if the case be as you say, I will allow you to take
away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one
condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring
into the world. It shall be well treated, and I will care for it
like a mother. The man in his terror consented to everything, and
when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once,
gave the child the name of rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun.
When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a
tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but
quite at the top was a little window. When the enchantress
wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried,
rapunzel, rapunzel,
let down your hair to me.
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when
she heard the voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided
tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above,
and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed
up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode
through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song,
which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was
rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet
voice resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her, and
looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He
rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that
every day he went out into the forest and listened to it. Once when
he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress
came there, and he heard how she cried,
rapunzel, rapunzel,
let down your hair.

corner where it lay, and stroked its back. Then she went quite

silently out of the door again. The next morning the nurse asked

the guards whether anyone had come into the palace during the night,

but they answered, no, we have seen no one.

She came thus many nights and never spoke a word. The nurse

always saw her, but she did not dare to tell anyone about it.

When some time had passed in this manner, the queen began to

speak in the night, and said,

how fares my child, how fares my roe.

Twice shall I come, then never more.

The nurse did not answer, but when the queen had gone again,

went to the king and told him all. The king said, ah, God.

What is this. To-morrow night I will watch by the child. In the

evening he went into the nursery, and at midnight the queen again

appeared and said,

how fares my child, how fares my roe.

Once will I come, then never more.

And she nursed the child as she was wont to do before she

disappeared. The king dared not speak to her, but on the next

night he watched again. Then she said,

how fares my child, how fares my roe.

This time I come, then never more.

Then the king could not restrain himself. He sprang towards her,

and said, you can be none other than my dear wife. She answered,

yes, I am your dear wife, and at the same moment she received

life again, and by God's grace became fresh, rosy and full of

health.

Then she told the king the evil deed which the wicked witch

and her daughter had been guilty of towards her. The king ordered

both to be led before the judge, and the judgment was delivered

against them. The daughter was taken into the forest where she was

torn to pieces by wild beasts, but the witch was cast into the fire

and miserably burnt. And as soon as she was burnt to ashes, the

roebuck changed his shape, and received his human form again, so the

sister and brother lived happily together all their lives.

There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain

wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that God

was about to grant her desire. These people had a little

window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden

could be seen, which was full of the most beautiful flowers and

herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one

dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had

great power and was dreaded by all the world. One day the woman

was standing by this window and looking down into the garden,

when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful

rampion - rapunzel, and it looked so fresh and green that she

longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire

increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any

of it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable.

Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, what ails you, dear

wife. Ah, she replied, if I can't eat some of the rampion, which

is in the garden behind our house, I shall die. The man, who loved

her, thought, sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of

the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will. At twilight, he

clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress,

hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She

at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted

so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it

three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her

husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of

evening, therefore, he let himself down again. But when he had

clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the

enchantress standing before him. How can you dare, said she with

angry look, descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a

thief. You shall suffer for it. Ah, answered he, let mercy take

the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of

necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such

a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some

to eat. Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and

said to him, if the case be as you say, I will allow you to take

away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one

condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring

into the world. It shall be well treated, and I will care for it

like a mother. The man in his terror consented to everything, and

when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once,

gave the child the name of rapunzel, and took it away with her.

Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun.

When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a

tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but

quite at the top was a little window. When the enchantress

wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried,

rapunzel, rapunzel,

let down your hair to me.

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when

she heard the voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided

tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above,

and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed

up by it.

After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode

through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song,

which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was

rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet

voice resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her, and

looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He

rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that

every day he went out into the forest and listened to it. Once when

he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress

came there, and he heard how she cried,

rapunzel, rapunzel,

let down your hair.