Apologies for the abrupt interruption! Now, where were we?

Ah, yes! Rumpelstiltskin found himself face-to-face with the miller's daughter, who was understandably distraught at the prospect of losing her child. She pleaded and begged for mercy, offering anything in return.

Seeing an opportunity to capitalize on her desperation and cunningly satisfied with some mischief-making, Rumpelstiltskin made a devious deal. He declared that if she could guess his name within three days' time, he would relinquish his claim to the baby.

The miller's daughter wracked her brain and gathered information from all corners of the kingdom. She sent out spies, hired detectives (or maybe just had a really good gossip network), and eventually stumbled upon Rumpelstiltskin's true name through sheer luck or sheer plot convenience — it varies from version to version.

When Rumpelstiltskin returned on the third day expecting victory over his wagered prize possession—the innocent babe—he was met with a mischievous grin from the miller's daughter. With great satisfaction (and perhaps some hints of revenge), she gleefully exclaimed his true name: "Rumpelstiltskin!"

In an eruption of anger mixed with resignation at being outwitted by a mere mortal, our little trickster stomped his foot so hard that he created a crater in the ground before vanishing into thin air forevermore.

And thus concludes our tale