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My cousin Roberta made a holiday to the castle in the hopes of seeing the king and bringing him an offering of some eggs from the farm house. She had great anxiety that the king would not deign to receive such a lowly gift from a humble farm girl. She needn’t have worried. The king was so afraid of commoners bearing gifts that he had attempted to flee despite warnings from his advisors to stay — and actually turned into a pillar of salt, so she didn’t have to curtsy or converse with him at all.

Though she did deposit the eggs at the door, bow in his general direction and remark humbly that he seemed most egg-salted.