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A long time ago there were a king and queen who were unhappy because they were childless.

But it
happened that once when the queen was bathing, a frog crept out of the water on to the land, and said
to her, "Your wish shall be fulfilled, before a year has gone by, you shall have a daughter."

What the frog had said came true, and the queen had a little girl who was
so pretty that the king could not contain himself for joy, and ordered a
great feast. He invited not only his kindred, friends and acquaintances, but
also the wise women, in order that they might be kind and well disposed
towards the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but, as he
had only twelve golden plates for them to eat out of, one of them had to
be left at home.

The feast was held with all manner of splendor and when it came to an
end the wise women bestowed their magic gifts upon the baby - one gave virtue, another beauty, a third
riches, and so on with everything in the world that one can wish for.

When eleven of them had made their promises, suddenly the thirteenth came in. She wished to avenge
herself for not having been invited, and without greeting, or even looking at anyone, she cried with a
loud voice, "The king's daughter shall in her fifteenth year prick herself with a spindle, and fall down
dead." And, without saying a word more, she turned round and left the room.

They were all shocked, but the twelfth, whose good wish still remained unspoken, came forward, and as
she could not undo the evil sentence, but only soften it, she said, it shall not be death, but a deep sleep
of a hundred years, into which the princess shall fall.

The king, who would fain keep his dear child from the misfortune, gave orders that every spindle in the
whole kingdom should be burnt. Meanwhile the gifts of the wise women were plenteously fulfilled on
the young girl, for she was so beautiful, modest, good-natured, and wise, that everyone who saw her
was bound to love her.

It happened that on the very day when she was fifteen years old, the king and queen were not at home,
and the maiden was left in the palace quite alone. So she went round into all sorts of places, looked into
rooms and bed-chambers just as she liked, and at last came to an old tower. She climbed up the narrow
winding staircase, and reached a little door. A rusty key was in the lock, and when she turned it the door
sprang open, and there in a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax.

"Good day, old mother," said the king's daughter, "what are you doing there?"

"I am spinning," said the old woman, and nodded her head.

"What sort of thing is that, that rattles round so merrily," said the girl, and she took the spindle and
wanted to spin too. But scarcely had she touched the spindle when the magic decree was fulfilled, and
she pricked her finger with it.

And, in the very moment when she felt the prick, she fell down upon the bed that stood there, and lay in
a deep sleep. And this sleep extended over the whole palace, the king and queen who had just come
home, and had entered the great hall, began to go to sleep, and the whole of the court with them. The
horses, too, went to sleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the pigeons upon the roof, the flies on the
wall, even the fire that was flaming on the hearth became quiet and slept, the roast meat left off
frizzling, and the cook, who was just going to pull the hair of the scullery boy, because he had forgotten
something, let him go, and went to sleep. And the wind fell, and on the trees before the castle not a leaf
moved again.

But round about the castle there began to grow a hedge of thorns, which every year became higher, and
at last grew close up round the castle and all over it, so that there was nothing of it to be seen, not even
the flag upon the roof. But the story of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose, for so the princess was named,
went about the country, so that from time to time kings' sons came and tried to get through the thorny
hedge into the castle. But they found it impossible, for the thorns held fast together, as if they had
hands, and the youths were caught in them, could not get loose again, and died a miserable death.

After long, long years a king's son came again to that country, and heard an old man talking about the
thorn hedge, and that a castle was said to stand behind it in which a wonderfully beautiful princess,
named Briar Rose, had been asleep for a hundred years, and that the king and queen and the whole
court were asleep likewise. He had heard, too, from his grandfather, that many kings, sons had already
come, and had tried to get through the thorny hedge, but they had remained sticking fast in it, and had
died a pitiful death.

Then the youth said, "I am not afraid, I will go and see the beautiful Briar Rose." The good old man might
dissuade him as he would, he did not listen to his words.

But by this time the hundred years had just passed, and the day had come when Briar Rose was to
awake again. When the king's son came near to the thorn hedge, it was nothing but large and beautiful
flowers, which parted from each other of their own accord, and let him pass unhurt, then they closed
again behind him like a hedge. In the castle yard he saw the horses and the spotted hounds lying asleep,
on the roof sat the pigeons with their heads under their wings. And when he entered the house, the flies
were asleep upon the wall, the cook in the kitchen was still holding out his hand to seize the boy, and
the maid was sitting by the black hen which she was going to pluck.

He went on farther, and in the great hall he saw the whole of the court lying asleep, and up by the
throne lay the king and queen. Then he went on still farther, and all was so quiet that a breath could be
heard, and at last he came to the tower, and opened the door into the little room where Briar Rose was

There she lay, so beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped down and gave her a
kiss. But as soon as he kissed her, Briar Rose opened her eyes and awoke, and looked at him quite

Then they went down together, and the king awoke, and the queen, and the whole court, and looked at
each other in great astonishment. And the horses in the courtyard stood up and shook themselves, the
hounds jumped up and wagged their tails, the pigeons upon the roof pulled out their heads from under
their wings, looked round, and flew into the open country, the flies on the wall crept again, the fire in
the kitchen burned up and flickered and cooked the meat, the joint began to turn and sizzle again, and
the cook gave the boy such a box on the ear that he screamed, and the maid finished plucking the fowl.

And then the marriage of the king's son with Briar Rose was celebrated with all splendor, and they lived
contented to the end of their days.
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Once upon a time as a merchant set off for market, he asked each of his three daughters what she
would like as a present on his return. The first daughter wanted a brocade dress, the second a pearl
necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said
to her father:

"All I'd like is a rose you've picked specially for me!"

When the merchant had finished his business, he set off for home.
However, a sudden storm blew up, and his horse could hardly make
headway in the howling gale. Cold and weary, the merchant had lost
all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly noticed a bright light
shining in the middle of a wood. As he drew near, he saw that it was a
castle, bathed in light.

"I hope I'll find shelter there for the night," he said to himself. When
he reached the door, he saw it was open, but though he shouted,
nobody came to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside, still
calling out to attract attention. On a table in the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. The
merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one
came, and so the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.

Overcome by curiosity, he ventured upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent rooms and halls. A
fire crackled in the first room and a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and the merchant
could not resist. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, an unknown
hand had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.

The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host.
But, as on the evening before, there was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness
of it all, he went towards the garden where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree. Suddenly, a large
rose bush caught his eye.

Remembering his promise to Beauty, he bent down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose garden,
sprang a horrible beast, wearing splendid clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily, glared at him
and a deep, terrifying voice growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, you ate at my table and slept
in my own bed, but now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers! I shall put you to death
for this slight!" Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the Beast.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! Don't kill me! I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it was for my
daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her back a rose from my journey!" The Beast dropped the paw it
had clamped on the unhappy merchant.

"I shall spare your life, but on one condition, that you bring me your daughter!" The terror-stricken
merchant, faced with certain death if he did not obey, promised that he would do so. When he reached
home in tears, his three daughters ran to greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful adventure,
Beauty put his mind at rest immediately.

"Dear father, I'd do anything for you! Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your promise and save your
life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there in your place!" The merchant hugged his daughter.

"I never did doubt your love for me. For the moment I can only thank you for saving my life." So Beauty
was led to the castle. The Beast, however, had quite an unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead of
menacing doom as it had done with her father, it was surprisingly pleasant.

In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of the Beast, and shuddered at the sight of it. Then she found
that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her horror of it was gradually fading as time went by. She had
one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for hours, embroidering in front of the fire. And the Beast
would sit, for hours on end, only a short distance away, silently gazing at her. Then it started to say a few
kind words, till in the end, Beauty was amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its
conversation. The days passed, and Beauty and the Beast became good friends. Then one day, the Beast
asked the girl to be his wife.

Taken by surprise, Beauty did not know what to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather die!
But she did not want to hurt the feelings of one who, after all, had been kind to her. And she
remembered too that she owed it her own life as well as her father's.

"I really can't say yes," she began shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast interrupted her with an
abrupt gesture.

"I quite understand! And I'm not offended by your refusal!" Life went on as usual, and nothing further
was said. One day, the Beast presented Beauty with a magnificent magic mirror. When Beauty peeped
into it, she could see her family, far away.

"You won't feel so lonely now," were the words that accompanied the gift. Beauty stared for hours at
her distant family. Then she began to feel worried. One day, the Beast found her weeping beside the
magic mirror.

"What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.

"My father is gravely ill and close to dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him again, before it's too late!" But
the Beast only shook its head.

"No! You will never leave this castle!" And off it stalked in a rage. However, a little later, it returned and
spoke solemnly to the girl.

"If you swear that you will return here in seven days time, I'll let you go and visit your father!" Beauty
threw herself at the Beast's feet in delight.

"I swear! I swear I will! How kind you are! You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality, the
merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at knowing his daughter was being kept prisoner. When he
embraced her again, he was soon on the road to recovery. Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end,
describing her life at the Castle, and explaining that the Beast was really
good and kind. The days flashed past, and at last the merchant was able to leave his bed. He was
completely well again. Beauty was happy at last. However, she had failed to notice that seven days had
gone by.

Then one night she woke from a terrible nightmare. She had dreamt that the Beast was dying and calling
for her, twisting in agony.

"Come back! Come back to me!" it was pleading. The solemn promise she had made drove her to leave
home immediately.

"Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she said, whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid that she
might arrive too late. She rushed up the stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in her mouth,
Beauty ran into the garden and there crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though dead. Beauty threw
herself at it and hugged it tightly.

"Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place. The Beast's ugly snout
turned magically into the face of a handsome young man.

"How I've been longing for this moment!" he said. "I was suffering in silence, and couldn't tell my
frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into a monster and only the love of a maiden willing to accept
me as I was, could transform me back into my real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll marry me."

The wedding took place shortly after and, from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing but
roses in his gardens. And that's why, to this day, the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.
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Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Jack, and he lived with his mother on a common.
They were very poor, and the old woman got her living by spinning, but Jack was so lazy that he would
do nothing but bask inthe sun in the hot
weather, and sit by the corner of the hearth in
the winter-time. So they called him Lazy Jack.
His mother could not get him to do anything
for her, and at last told him, one Monday, that
if he did not begin to work for his porridge she
would turn him out to get his living as he

This roused Jack, and he went out and hired
himself for the next day to a neighbouring
farmer for a penny; but as he was coming
home, never having had any money before, he
lost it in passing over a brook. "You stupid boy," said his mother, "you should have put it in your pocket."
"Ill do so another time," replied Jack.

On Wednesday, Jack went out again and hired himself to a cow-keeper, who gave him a jar of milk for
his days work. Jack took the jar and put it into the large pocket of his jacket, spilling it all, long before he
got home. "Dear me!" said the old woman; "you should have carried it on your head." "Ill do so another
time," said Jack.

So on Thursday, Jack hired himself again to a farmer, who agreed to give him a cream cheese for his
services. In the evening Jack took the cheese, and went home with it on his head. By the time he got
home the cheese was all spoilt, part of it being lost, and part matted with his hair. "You stupid lout," said
his mother, "you should have carried it very carefully in your hands." "Ill do so another time," replied

On Friday, Lazy Jack again went out, and hired himself to a baker, who would give him nothing for his
work but a large tom-cat. Jack took the cat, and began carrying it very carefully in his hands, but in a
short time pussy scratched him so much that he was compelled to let it go. When he got home, his
mother said to him, "You silly fellow, you should have tied it with a string, and dragged it along after
you." "Ill do so another time," said Jack.

So on Saturday, Jack hired himself to a butcher, who rewarded him by the handsome present of a
shoulder of mutton. Jack took the mutton, tied it to a string, and trailed it along after him in the dirt, so
that by the time he had got home the meat was completely spoilt. His mother was this time quite out of
patience with him, for the next day was Sunday, and she was obliged to make do with cabbage for her
dinner. "You ninney-hammer," said she to her son; "you should have carried it on your shoulder." "Ill do
so another time," replied Jack.

On the next Monday, Lazy Jack went once more, and hired himself to a cattle-keeper, who gave him a
donkey for his trouble. Jack found it hard to hoist the donkey on his shoulders, but at last he did it, and
began walking slowly home with his prize. Now it happened that in the course of his journey there lived
a rich man with his only daughter, a beautiful girl, but deaf and dumb. Now she had never laughed in her
life, and the doctors said she would never speak till somebody made her laugh. This young lady
happened to be looking out of the window when Jack was passing with the donkey on his shoulders,
with the legs sticking up in the air, and the sight was so comical and strange that she burst out into a
great fit of laughter, and immediately recovered her speech and hearing. Her father was overjoyed, and
fulfilled his promise by marrying her to Lazy Jack, who was thus made a rich gentleman. They lived in a
large house, and Jacks mother lived with them in great happiness until she died.


One day in the middle of winter, when the snowflakes fell from the sky like feathers, a queen sat at a
window netting. Her netting-needle was of black ebony, and as she worked, and the snow glittered, she
pricked her finger, and three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red spots looked so beautiful in the
white snow that the queen thought to herself: "Oh, if I only had a little child, I should like it to be as fair
as snow, as rosy as the red blood, and with hair and eyes as black as ebony."

Very soon after this the queen had a little daughter who was very fair, had rosy cheeks, and hair as black
as ebony; and they gave her the name of Snow-white. But at the birth of the little child the queen died.

When Snow-white was a year old, the king took another wife. She was very handsome, but so proud and
vain that she could not endure that anyone should surpass her in beauty. She possessed a wonderful
mirror, and when she stood before it to look at herself she would say:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Am I most beautiful of all?"

Then the mirror would reply:

"Young queen, thou are so wondrous fair,
None can with thee at all compare."

Then she would go away quite contented, for she knew the magic mirror
could speak only the truth.

Years went by, and as Snow-white grew up, she became day after day
more beautiful, till she reached the age of seven years, and then people
began to talk about her, and say that she would be more lovely even than
the queen herself. So the proud woman went to her magic looking-glass,
and asked:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Am I most beautiful of all?"

But the mirror answered:

"Queen, thou are lovely still to see,
But Snow-white will be
A thousand times more beautiful than thee."

Then the queen was terrified, and turned green and yellow with jealousy. If she had caught sight of
Snow-white at that moment, she would have been ready to tear her heart out of her body, she hated
the maiden so fiercely.

And this jealousy and envy grew every day stronger and stronger in her heart, like a disease, till she had
no rest day or night.

At last she sent for a hunter, who lived near a forest, and said to him, "Hunter, I want to get rid of that
child. Take her out into the wood, and if you bring me some proofs that she is dead, I will reward you
handsomely. Never let her appear before my eyes again."

So the hunter enticed the child into the wood; but when he took out his hunting-knife to thrust into
Snow-white's innocent heart, she fell on her knees and wept, and said, "Ah, dear hunter, leave me my
life; I will run away into the wild wood, and never, never come home any more."

She looked so innocent and beautiful as she knelt, that the hunter's heart was moved with compassion:
"Run away, then, thou poor child," he cried; "I cannot harm thee."

Snow-white thanked him so sweetly, and was out of sight in a few moments.

"She will be devoured by wild beasts," he said to himself. But the thought that he had not killed her was
as if a stone-weight had been lifted from his heart.

To satisfy the queen, he took part of the inside of a young fawn, which the wicked woman thought was
poor little Snow-white, and was overjoyed to think she was dead.

But the poor little motherless child, when she found herself alone in the wood, and saw nothing but
trees and leaves, was dreadfully frightened, and knew not what to do. At last she began to run over the
sharp stones and through the thorns, and though the wild beasts sprang out before her, they did her no
harm. She ran on as long as she could till her little feet became quite sore; and towards evening she saw,
to her great joy, a pretty little house. So she went up to it, and found the door open and no one at

It was a tiny little house, but everything in it was so clean and neat and elegant that it is beyond
description. In the middle of the room stood a small table, covered with a snow-white table-cloth, ready
for supper. On it were arranged seven little plates, seven little spoons, seven little knives and forks, and
seven mugs. By the wall stood seven little beds, near each other, covered with white quilts.

Poor Snow-white, who was hungry and thirsty, ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each plate,
and drank a little drop of wine from each cup, for she did not like to take all she wanted from one alone.
After this, feeling very tired, she thought she would lie down and rest on one of the beds, but she found
it difficult to choose one to suit her. One was too long, another too short; so she tried them all till she
came to the seventh, and that was so comfortable that she laid herself down, and was soon fast asleep.

When it was quite dark the masters of the house came home. They were seven little dwarfs, who dug
and searched in the mountains for minerals. First they lighted seven little lamps, and as soon as the
room was full of light they saw that some one had been there, for everything did not stand in the order
in which they had left it.

Then said the first, "Who has been sitting in my little chair?"

The second exclaimed, "Who has been eating from my little plate?"

The third cried, "Some one has taken part of my bread."

"Who has been eating my vegetables?" said the fourth.

Then said the fifth, "Some one has used my fork."

The sixth cried, "And who has been cutting with my knife?"

"And some one has been drinking out of my cup," said the seventh.

Then the eldest looked at his bed, and, seeing that it looked tumbled, cried out that some one had been
upon it. The others came running forward, and found all their beds in the same condition. But when the
seventh approached his bed, and saw Snow-white lying there fast asleep, he called the others, who
came quickly, and holding their lights over their heads, cried out in wonder as they beheld the sleeping
child. "Oh, what a beautiful little child!" they said to each other, and were so delighted that they would
not awaken her, but left her to sleep as long as she liked in the little bed, while its owner slept with one
of his companions, and so the night passed away.

In the morning, when Snow-white awoke, and saw all the dwarfs, she was terribly frightened. But they
spoke kindly to her, till she lost all fear, and they asked her name.

"I am called Snow-white," she replied.

"But how came you to our house?" asked one.

Then she related to them all that had happened; how her stepmother had sent her into the wood with
the hunter, who had spared her life, and that, after wandering about for a whole day, she had found
their house.

The dwarfs talked a little while together, and then one said, "Do you think you could be our little
housekeeper, to make the beds, cook the dinner, and wash and sew and knit for us, and keep everything
neat and clean and orderly? If you can, then you shall stay here with us, and nobody shall hurt you."

"Oh yes, I will try," said Snow-white. So they let her stay, and she was a clever little thing. She managed
very well, and kept the house quite clean and in order. And while they were gone to the mountains to
find gold, she got their supper ready, and they were very happy together.

But every morning when they left her, the kind little dwarfs warned Snow-white to be careful. While the
maiden was alone they knew she was in danger, and told her not to show herself, for her stepmother
would soon find out where she was, and said, "Whatever you do, let nobody into the house while we
are gone."

After the wicked queen had proved, as she thought, that Snow-white was dead, she felt quite satisfied
there was no one in the world now likely to become so beautiful as herself, so she stepped up to her
mirror and asked:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who is most beautiful of all?"

To her vexation the mirror replied:

"Fair queen, at home there is none like thee,
But over the mountains is Snow-white free,
With seven little dwarfs, who are strange to see;
A thousand times fairer than thou is she."

The queen was furious when she heard this, for she knew the mirror was truthful, and that the hunter
must have deceived her, and that Snow-white still lived. So she sat and pondered over these facts,
thinking what would be best to do, for as long as she was not the most beautiful woman in the land, her
jealousy gave her no peace. After a time, she decided what to do. First, she painted her face, and
whitened her hair; then she dressed herself in old woman's clothes, and was so disguised that no one
could have recognised her.

Watching an opportunity, she left the castle, and took her way to the wood near the mountains, where
the seven little dwarfs lived. When she reached the door, she knocked, and cried, "Beautiful goods to
sell; beautiful goods to sell."

Snow-white, when she heard it, peeped through the window, and said, "Good-day, old lady. What have
you in your basket for me to buy?"

"Everything that is pretty," she replied; "laces, and pearls, and earrings, and bracelets of every colour;"
and she held up her basket, which was lined with glittering silk.

"I can let in this respectable old woman," thought Snow-white; "she will not harm me." So she unbolted
the door, and told her to come in. Oh, how delighted Snow-white was with the pretty things; she bought
several trinkets, and a beautiful silk lace for her stays, but she did not see the evil eye of the old woman
who was watching her. Presently she said, "Child, come here; I will show you how to lace your stays
properly." Snow-white had no suspicion, so she placed herself before the old woman that she might lace
her stays. But no sooner was the lace in the holes than she began to lace so fast and pull so tight that
Snow-white could not breathe, and presently fell down at her feet as if dead.

"Now you are beautiful indeed," said the woman, and, fancying she heard footsteps, she rushed away as
quickly as she could.

Not long after, the seven dwarfs came home, and they were terribly frightened to see dear little Snow-
white lying on the ground without motion, as if she were dead. They lifted her up, and saw in a moment
that her stays had been laced too tight Quickly they cut the stay-lace in two, till Snow-white began to
breathe a little, and after a time was restored to life. But when the dwarfs heard what had happened,
they said: "That old market-woman was no other than your wicked stepmother. Snow-white, you must
never again let anyone in while we are not with you."

The wicked queen when she returned home, after, as she thought, killing Snow-white, went to her
looking-glass and asked:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Am I most beautiful of all?"

Then answered the mirror:

"Queen, thou art not the fairest now;
Snow-white over the mountain's brow
A thousand times fairer is than thou."

When she heard this she was so terrified that the blood rushed to her heart, for she knew that after all
she had done Snow-white was still alive. "I must think of something else," she said to herself, "to get rid
of that odious child."

Now this wicked queen had some knowledge of witchcraft, and she knew how to poison a comb, so that
whoever used it would fall dead. This the wicked stepmother soon got ready, and dressing herself again
like an old woman, but quite different from the last, she started off to travel over the mountains to the
dwarfs' cottage.

When Snow-white heard the old cry, "Goods to sell, fine goods to sell," she looked out of the window
and said:

"Go away, go away; I must not let you in."

"Look at this, then," said the woman; "you shall have it for your own if you like," and she held up before
the child's eyes the bright tortoise-shell comb which she had poisoned.

Poor Snow-white could not refuse such a present, so she opened the door and let the woman in, quite
forgetting the advice of the dwarfs. After she had bought a few things, the old woman said, "Let me try
this comb in your hair; it is so fine it will make it beautifully smooth and glossy."

So Snow-white, thinking no wrong, stood before the woman to have her hair dressed; but no sooner had
the comb touched the roots of her hair than the poison took effect, and the maiden fell to the ground

"You paragon of beauty," said the wicked woman, "all has just happened as I expected," and then she
went away quickly.

Fortunately evening soon arrived, and the seven dwarfs returned home. When they saw Snow-white
lying dead on the ground, they knew at once that the stepmother had been there again; but on seeing
the poisoned comb in her hair they pulled it out quickly, and Snow-white very soon came to herself, and
related all that had passed.

Again they warned her not to let anyone enter the house during their absence, and on no account to
open the door; but Snow-white was not clever enough to resist her clever wicked stepmother, and she
forgot to obey.

The wicked queen felt sure now that she had really killed Snow-white; so as soon as she returned home
she went to her looking-glass, and inquired:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who is most beautiful of all?"

But the mirror replied:

"Queen, thou art the fairest here,
But not when Snow-white is near;
Over the mountains still is she,
Fairer a thousand times than thee."

As the looking-glass thus replied, the queen trembled and quaked with rage. "Snow-white shall die,"
cried she, "if it costs me my own life!"

Then she went into a lonely forbidden chamber where no one was allowed to come, and poisoned a
beautiful apple. Outwardly it looked ripe and tempting, of a pale green with rosy cheeks, so that it made
everyone's mouth water to look at it, but whoever ate even a small piece must die.

As soon as this apple was ready, the wicked queen painted her face, disguised her hair, dressed herself
as a farmer's wife, and went again over the mountains to the dwarfs' cottage.

When she knocked at the door, Snow-white stretched her head out of the window, and said, "I dare not
let you in; the seven dwarfs have forbidden me."

"But I am all right," said the farmer's wife. "Stay, I will show you my apples. Are they not beautiful? let
me make you a present of one."

"No, thank you," cried Snow-white; "I dare not take it."

"What!" cried the woman, "are you afraid it is poisoned? Look here now, I will cut the apple in halves;
you shall have the rosy-cheek side, and I will eat the other."

The apple was so cleverly made that the red side alone was poisonous. Snow-white longed so much for
the beautiful fruit as she saw the farmer's wife eat one half that she could not any longer resist, but
stretched out her hand from the window and took the poisoned half. But no sooner had she taken one
mouthful than she fell on the ground dead.

Then the wicked queen glanced in at the window with a horrible look in her eye, and laughed aloud as
she exclaimed:

"White as snow, red as blood, and black as ebony; this time the dwarfs will not be able to awake thee."

And as soon as she arrived at home, and asked her mirror who was the most beautiful in the land, it

"Fair queen, there is none in all the land
So beautiful as thou."

Then had her envious heart rest, at least such rest as a heart full of envy and malice ever can have.

The little dwarfs, when they came home in the evening, found poor Snow-white on the ground; but
though they lifted her up, there were no signs of breath from her mouth, and they found she was really
dead. Yet they tried in every way to restore her; they tried to extract the poison from her lips, they
combed her hair, and washed it with wine and water, but all to no purpose: the dear child gave no signs
of life, and at last they knew she was dead. Then they laid her on a bier, and the seven dwarfs seated
themselves round her, and wept and mourned for three days. They would have buried her then, but
there was no change in her appearance; her face was as fresh, and her cheeks and lips had their usual
colour. Then said one, "We cannot lay this beautiful child in the dark, cold earth."

So they agreed to have a coffin made entirely of glass, transparent all over, that they might watch for
any signs of decay, and they wrote in letters of gold her name on the lid, and that she was the daughter
of a king. The coffin was placed on the side of the mountain, and each of them watched it by turns, so
that it was never left alone. And the birds of the air came near and mourned for Snow-white; first the
owl, then the raven, and at last the dove. Snow-white lay for a long, long time in the glass coffin, but
showed not the least signs of decay. It seemed as if she slept; for her skin was snow white, her cheeks
rosy red, and her hair black as ebony.

It happened one day that the son of a king, while riding in the forest, came by chance upon the dwarfs'
house and asked for a night's lodging. As he left the next morning he saw the coffin on the mountain-
side, with beautiful Snow-white lying in it, and read what was written upon the lid in letters of gold.

Then he said to the dwarfs, "Let me have this coffin, and I will give you for it whatever you ask."

But the elder dwarf answered, "We would not give it thee for all the gold in the world."

But the prince answered, "Let me have it as a gift, then. I know not why, but my heart is drawn towards
this beautiful child, and I feel I cannot live without her. If you will let me have her, she shall be treated
with the greatest honour and respect as one dearly beloved."

As he thus spoke the good little dwarfs were full of sympathy for him, and gave him the coffin. Then the
prince called his servants, and the coffin was placed on their shoulders, and they carried it away,
followed by the king's son, who watched it carefully. Now it happened that one of them made a false
step and stumbled. This shook the coffin, and caused the poisoned piece of apple which Snow-white had
bitten to roll out of her mouth. A little while after she suddenly opened her eyes, lifted up the coffin-lid,
raised herself and was again alive.

"Oh! where am I?" she cried.

Full of joy, the king's son approached her, and said, "Dear Snow-white, you are safe; you are with me."

Then he related to her all that had happened, and what the little dwarfs had told him about her, and
said at last, "I love you better than all in the world besides, dear little Snow-white, and you must come
with me to my father's castle and be my wife."

Then was Snow-white taken out of the coffin and placed in a carriage to travel with the prince, and the
king was so pleased with his son's choice that the marriage was soon after celebrated with great pomp
and magnificence.

Now it happened that the stepmother of Snow-white was invited, among other guests, to the wedding-
feast. Before she left her house she stood in all her rich dress before the magic mirror to admire her own
appearance, but she could not help saying;

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Am I most beautiful of all?"

Then to her surprise the mirror replied:

"Fair queen, thou art the fairest here,
But at the palace, now,
The bride will prove a thousand times
More beautiful than thou."

Then the wicked woman uttered a curse, and was so dreadfully alarmed that she knew not what to do.
At first she declared she would not go to this wedding at all, but she felt it impossible to rest until she
had seen the bride, so she determined to go. But what was her astonishment and vexation when she
recognised in the young bride Snow-white herself, now grown a charming young woman, and richly
dressed in royal robes! Her rage and terror were so great that she stood still and could not move for
some minutes. At last she went into the ballroom, but the slippers she wore were to her as iron bands
full of coals of fire, in which she was obliged to dance. And so in the red, glowing shoes she continued to
dance till she fell dead on the floor, a sad example of envy and jealousy.
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