December 17, 2004

Rumpelstiltskin 5: Lies, lies, lies...all lies!

"Ingrid! There’s someone here to see you," she heard her father say. "Hurry and get up. I think he was sent by the King!"

Suddenly wide-eyed, Ingrid jumped right out of bed. Was her father in trouble for lying to the King? Were they both in trouble? Had something happened to her mother?

Ingrid threw on the nearest dress she could find and hastily pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Without even stopping to check her disheveled appearance, she ran all the way downstairs. Please god, please don’t let them take dad away, she prayed.

Ingrid rushed downstairs to the kitchen and found her father standing there with an official-looking gentleman who held a piece of paper in his hand. Her father looked a little green. He must’ve been up all night drinking again, she thought.

Ingrid looked at her father expectantly. "Dad, what’s going on?"

"The King has sent for you."

"The King wants to see me?"

"He wants to see if you could spin straw into gold…like I said you could."

Ingrid almost felt sorry for her father when she saw how glum and ashamed he looked. She didn’t wish to create a scene, especially not with the King’s representative standing right there, but she couldn’t help a surge of anger and disgust from rising in her throat. She had known something like this was bound to happen and now that it has, what were they to do?

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