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[1: Rapunzel, Campanula rapunculus (rampion), a congener of the
common harebell. It has a long white spindle-shaped root which is eaten raw
like a radish, and has a pleasant sweet flavour. Its leaves and young shoots
are also used in salads - and so are the roots, sliced. - Tr.]

     There was 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 looked pale
and miserable. Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, "What aileth thee,
dear wife?" "Ah," she replied, "if I can't get some of the rampion, which is
in the garden behind our house, to eat, I shall die." The man, who loved her,
thought, "Sooner than let thy wife die, bring her some of the rampion thyself,
let it cost thee what it will." In the twilight of evening, 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 with much relish. She, however, liked it so much - so very much -
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 canst thou dare," said she with angry look, "to
descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? Thou shalt 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 thou sayest, I will allow thee to take away
with thee as much rampion as thou wilt, only I make one condition, thou must
give me the child which thy 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 beneath 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 this
and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down thy 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 went 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 thy hair."

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up
to her. "If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I will for once try my
fortune," said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the
tower and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down thy hair."

Immediately the hair fell down and the King's son climbed up.

     At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man such as her eyes had
never yet beheld, came to her; but the King's son began to talk to her quite
like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let
him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her
fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw
that he was young and handsome, she thought, "He will love me more than old
Dame Gothel does;" and she said yes, and laid her hand in his. She said, "I
will willingly go away with thee, but I do not know how to get down. Bring
with thee a skein of silk every time that thou comest, and I will weave a
ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and thou wilt take me
on thy horse." They agreed that until that time he should come to her every
evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of
this, until once Rapunzel said to her, "Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens
that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young King's son - he
is with me in a moment." "Ah! thou wicked child," cried the enchantress, "What
do I hear thee say! I thought I had separated thee from all the world, and yet
thou hast deceived me!" In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful
tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors
with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay
on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a
desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.

     On the same day, however, that she cast out Rapunzel, the enchantress in
the evening fastened the braids of hair which she had cut off to the hook of
the window, and when the King's son came and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down thy hair,"

she let the hair down. The King's son ascended, but he did not find his
dearest Rapunzel above, but the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and
venomous looks. "Aha!" she cried mockingly, "Thou wouldst fetch thy dearest,
but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it,
and will scratch out thy eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to thee; thou wilt
never see her more." The King's son was beside himself with pain, and in his
despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns
into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about the
forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did nothing but lament and weep
over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some
years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to
which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, live in wretchedness. He heard a
voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he
approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears
wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as
before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they
lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contended.