That night, at first, the queen played a little with the dwarf:
“Is your name Scattin?”
“No, this is not my name,” he answered.
“Then, is it Ierarhlon?”
“No, it’s not this either.”
“Could it be Rumpelstiltskin?” she finally asked, smiling.
On hearing this, the little man became so angry, that he turned blue. And he stamped his feet so hard, that he made a hole into the floor. Rumpelstiltskin ran off ashamed and he was never seen again.
