“the king keeps his promise to marry the miller's daughter, but when their first child is born, the imp returns to claim his payment: &quot;now give me what you promised.&quot; she offers him all the wealth she has to keep the child, but the imp has no interest in her riches. he finally consents to give up his claim to the child if she can guess his name within three days. her many guesses fail, but before the final night, she wanders into the woods[note 5] searching for him and comes across his remote mountain cottage and watches, unseen, as he hops about his fire and sings. in his song's lyrics—&quot;tonight tonight, my plans i make, tomorrow tomorrow, the baby i take. the queen will never win the game, for rumpelstiltskin is my name&quot;—he reveals his name.” buy the volatility!! 😳 🚀  to 🙌🌱✌️❤️