Giving her a spinning wheel and a reel, the king said, "Get to work now. Spin all night, and if by morning you have not spun this straw into gold, then you will have to die."
... and whir, whir, whir, three times pulled, and the spool was full.
"Then promise me, after you are queen, your first child."
the queen began lamenting and crying so much that the little man took pity on her and said, "I will give you three days' time. If by then you know my name, then you shall keep your child."
