‘Mirror, mirror, in my hand,
Who is the fairest in the land?’
It finally replied:
‘Royal Queen, so grand and tall,
You are the fairest of them all.’
Then her jealous heart was at rest—at least, as much at rest as a jealous heart can ever be.
When the little Dwarfs came home in the evening they found Snow White lying on the ground, and she neither breathed nor stirred. They lifted her up, and looked round everywhere to see if they could find anything poisonous about.
They unlaced her bodice, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but all in vain; the child was dead and remained dead. Then they placed her on a bier, and all the seven Dwarfs sat round it, weeping and sobbing for three whole days. At last they made up their minds to bury her, but she looked as blooming as a living being, and her cheeks were still such a lovely color, that they said:
‘We can’t hide her away in the black ground.’
So they had a coffin made of transparent glass, and they laid her in it, and wrote on the lid in golden letters that she was a royal Princess. Then they