'Do you see this skein? Set your clumsy fingers to work upon it, for I must have it disentangled by sunset, and if you break a single thread it will be the worse for you.' So saying she left her, locking the door behind her with three keys.
The Princess stood dismayed at the sight of the terrible skein. If she did but turn it over to see where to begin, she broke a thousand threads, and not one could she disentangle. At last she threw it into the middle of the floor, crying:
'Oh, Percinet! this fatal skein will be the death of me if you will not forgive me and help me once more.'
And immediately in came Percinet as easily as if he had all the keys in his own possession.
'Here I am, Princess, as much as ever at your service,' said he, 'though really you are not very kind to me.'
Then he just stroked the skein with his wand, and all the broken threads joined themselves together, and the whole skein wound
