The Frogking or Iron Henry

In the elder times, wherein wishes still helped, lived a king, whose daughters were all fair; but the youngest was so fair that the son itself, who yet has seen so many things, was amazed, whenever it shined on her face. Near by the king's keep lay a great, dark wold, and in the wold under an old linden was a well; now when the day was well hot, so went the Kingschild afield into the wold and sat down at the cool well's brim - and if she had a longwhile, so took she a golden ball, threw it aheight and trapped it again; and this was her dearest plaything.