�This is odd!� he said, looking around the tower wall.

�There is no door at the

bottom. Yet someone is singing at the very top. How does anyone get in or out of
there?� Each day, the prince came back to the tower. There was something about
that voice that pulled him back. Who was that young woman singing at the top?
Could he ever meet her?

One day when the prince rode up, he saw an old woman standing below the tower. He
jumped behind a tree to hide. It was a witch! He heard her call out, �Rapunzel,
Rapunzel! Let down your hair!� A long blond braid was thrown out from a window at
the very top. The old woman grabbed onto the braid. And she climbed the wall to
the window at the top of the tower.

�Ah, ha!� said the prince. �So that is how it is done!� He waited. After a bit,
the braid was thrown from the window again. The witch climbed back down the tower
wall. Then she left.

The prince waited. He stepped up to the tower. In a voice that sounded as much
like the witch as he could, he called out, �Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your
hair!� In a moment, the same long blond braid came out of the window. �It worked!�
thought the prince. He climbed up the wall of the tower.