““This isn’t the right girl, either,” said the king’s son. “Haven’t you got another daughter?” “No,” said the man, “only a puny little drudge my dead wife left me.” “Send her up,” said the king’s son. “I insist.” Aschenputtel washed her face and hands and went upstairs to try the tiny golden slipper on. It fit perfectly. The king’s son looked into her face and recognized the girl he danced with and cried out: “This is my true bride!” The stepmother and the two sisters went pale with fear and rage, but he lifted Aschenputtel up on his horse and rode away with her.”