Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under 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 it and cried,
Let down your hair!"
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.