"Maerchen."
"The youngest daughter was so beautiful
that she began to weep.
She wept and wept as if she could never be comforted.
He answered, love me.
Have me.
Let me eat, drink, sleep.
Promise.
Let me in.
Open to me.
The king noticed.
Perform, said the king.
She opened the door so everybody might see her silken bed.
She picked him up with rage and threw him with all her strength
against the wall.
As he fell, they became bride and bridegroom.
She, by her father's consent, ceased to be.
He was obliged to wear three iron bands over his heart,
as if something had broken."