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After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode

through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song,

which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was

Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her

sweet voice resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her,

and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found.

He rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart,

that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.

Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an

enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the

enchantress climbed up to her. 'If that is the ladder by which

one mounts, I too will try my fortune,' said he, and the next day

when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair to me.'