The Girl Who Could Spin Gold Out Of Clay And Lång-Halm

Once upon a time there was an old woman who had an only daughter. The girl was both good and unassuming, and beyond measure beautiful; but she was so lazy, that she desperately wanted to put her hand to work. Above this, the old woman carried a lot worries, and tried both equally and differently to correct her daughter's wrong. But nothing helped. Then the lady knew no better advice than to set the girl spinning on the cottage roof, for all the world to see and sense her laziness. But it was still the same when; the girl remained one mischief that causes.
One day the king's son was going hunting, and rode past the cabin, where the old woman lived with her daughter. When he got to see the beautiful one the spinner on the cottage roof, he stopped and asked where she was sitting span in such a place. The old woman retorted: »well, she's sitting there, on it the whole world must see how kind she is. She is so kind, she can purr gold out of clay and long straw.» At this speech the prince was greatly astonished, for he did not understand that the old woman was referring to her daughter's laziness. He took before saying: »if it is true as J say, that the girl can spin gold out of clay and long straw, she shall no longer sit here, but follow me to my farm and become my queen.” The old woman's daughter now had to get up down from the roof, and went with the prince to the king's court. She was put in there the maiden cabin, and obtained a bucketful of clay and a sheaf of straw, on that man had to find out if she was otherwise as handy as her mother told.
The poor girl was quite upset at this, for she knew very well that she could not spin flax, much less spin gold. She sat down so in the maiden's cabin, resting her hand under her cheek, and wept bitterly. At she was now sitting at her best, the door was opened, and a little, little one came in man, who was very naughty and deformed in appearance. The old man greeted kindly, and asked why the maiden sat so alone and sorrowful. "Yes", replied the girl, "I must be sad." The king's son has commanded me spin gold from clay and long-straw, and if I haven't done it before days become bright, it concerns my young life.» Then the little man took over say: »fair maiden! don't cry, because I want to help you. Here are a couple gloves, when you put them on, you can spin gold. But tomorrow night will I return; if you haven't invented my name by then, you shall follow me home and be my lover.» As now the girl did not know hers advice of the living, she agreed to the old man's terms. Then the dwarf left their journeys. But the maiden sat down and spanned, and when the dawn was bright she had spun up all the straw and mud, and it had become that the most beautiful gold, such as anyone wanted to see.
Now there was great joy over the whole royal court that the king's son had got a bride, who was so kind and at the same time so beautiful. But the young girl did nothing but cry, and the longer it lasted, the more it cried she; for she thought of the ugly dwarf who would come and take her. When it was getting towards the evening, the king's son came home from the hunt, and was able to converse with his lover. When he now noticed her sadness, sought he comforted her in every way, and said he would tell a fun adventure, if only she wanted to be happy again. The girl prayed tell him. Then the prince said: "When I wandered about in the forest today, I got I see a strange thing. I saw an old man, who was so small, so small. He ran now and then around a juniper bush, and sang a strange tune. 'What did he sing?' asked the girl curiously, for she understood that the king's son had meet the dwarf. "Well," said the prince, "he sang thus:
Today I will grind the malt,
Tomorrow is my wedding.
And the maiden sits in the cage and weeps;
She doesn't know my name.
My name is _Titteli Ture_.
My name is _Titteli Ture_.»
Then the girl became so happy, so happy, and asked the prince again to tell what the dwarf had said. The king's son now repeated the strange song once more time, and the maiden carefully committed the old man's name to memory. Then conversed she was in love with her fiancé, and the prince could not fully appreciate his young bride's beauty and intelligence. But he wondered a lot if she had become white so happy, as no one knew what had previously been the cause of hers bitter sorrow.
When night came on, and the girl was left alone in her maiden cage, the door opened, and the ugly dwarf entered again. Then the maiden ran up and said: »here are your gloves, Titteli Ture! Titteli Tour!» But when the old man heard his name, he became very angry, and went away through the air, so he took the whole roof with him.
Now the fair maiden smiled beneath her skin, and was very happy. Then laid she went to sleep, and slept until the sun shone. But the second day hers stood wedding with the young king's son, and then she never heard from him again is spoken of Titteli Ture.