Gregory remembered the miller. He sighed in exasperation that the annoying man had sent his poor daughter all the way here for nothing. And apparently on foot. But he couldn't just tell her that; he couldn't say: "Walk back home even though it's the middle of the night. Your father was wrong. I don't want to meet you."
Instead he leaned over the wall and called to the porter at the door, "Let her in. See that she has a comfortable room for the night and that she's given something warm to eat."
"Yoo-hoo! Your Highness!" Carleen's voice called.
Gregory returned to the wall.
"Don't forget the spinning wheel."
"Excuse me?" Gregory said.
Carleen put her hand on her hip and said, "Well, duh. First you expect me to spin straw into gold, then you expect me to do it without a spinning wheel?"
"But I don't--" Gregory started.
"Well, duh," Carleen repeated with even more scorn in her voice.
Gregory told the captain, "Get her whatever she needs."
"Yes, sire," the captain said.
"Good night, Your Highness," Carleen called up to him. "Don't you worry about me, walking all yesterday afternoon, then sleeping out in the woods, then walking all day today. I'll stay up all night spinning that straw into gold for you. Don't you give me a second thought."
"Good night, then," Gregory called to her.
He sincerely hoped she'd be gone in the morning.