So the king locks Edith in a room with straw and tells her she will die if she can not spin straw into gold. After awhile a small man appears to the crying miller’s daughter.
RUMPELSTILTSKIN: What saddens you young girl?
EDITH: My father’s big mouth has gotten me in quite the predicament, if I can not spin this straw into gold I shall be hanged tomorrow morning.
RUMPELSTILTSKIN: cackles I can help you, but at the cost of part of your name. I will spin the straw to gold, but if I do, I will take a letter from your name; unless, of course, you can guess mine.
Edith graciously accepts and watches as Rumpelstiltskin spins all the straw in the room into gold, saving her life. Finally, Rumpelstiltskin gives her one last chance to save her name by guessing his name.
RUMPELSTILTSKIN: So young girl, what is my name?
EDITH: Alas, I know not.
RUMPELSTILTSKIN: cackles Then your name is mine!
Edith accepts her punishment and is still grateful for the help.
EDIT: Thanks for the gold, kind stranger!
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