The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said
to her, "Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so much
heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is with
me in a moment."
"Ah! You wicked child," cried the enchantress. "What do I hear you
say. I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you
have deceived me."
In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped
them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the
right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids
lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor
Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and