Fire-place and shouting: Were ever she goes,
nobody knows, Rattlestilt is my name,
queens child I became.
In the night as the dwarf came to fetch
the queens child, she first asked him:
"Is your name Michael or Joe, or
probably Puck or Puzzelthing?
No? But surely your name is
Rattlestilt!"
"The devil told you that", screamed
the dwarf furiously, stamped him
one foot deep into the earth, took
the other with both hands and
                            tore himself in two.