Little Snow Whitepage 5 / 8
Snow-White had no suspicion, but stood before her, and let herself be laced with the new laces. But the old woman laced so quickly and so tightly that Snow-White lost her breath and fell down as if dead. “ Now I am the most beautiful”, said the queen to herself, and ran away.
Not long afterwards, in the evening, the seven dwarfs came home, but how shocked they were when they saw their dear little snow-white lying on the ground, and that she neither stirred nor moved, and seemed to be dead. They lifted her up, and, as they saw that she was laced too tightly, they cut the laces, then she began to breathe a little, and after a while came to life again.
When the dwarfs heard what had happened they said: “the old pedlar-woman was no one else than the wicked queen, take care and let no one come in when we are not with you”.
But the wicked woman when she had reached home went in front of the glass and asked:
“looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall,
who in this land is the fairest of all?”.
And it answered as before,
“oh, queen, thou art fairest of all I see,
but over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell,
Snow-White is still alive and well,
and none is so fair as she”.
When she heard that, all her blood rushed to her heart with fear, for she saw plainly that little Snow-White was again alive. “But now”, she said, “I will think of something that shall really put an end to you”. And with the help of a witchcraft, which she understood, she made a poisonous comb. Then she disguised herself and took the shape of another old woman. So she went over the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked at the door, and cried, “good things to sell, cheap, cheap”. Little Snow-White looked out and said, “go away, I cannot let anyone come in”. “I suppose you can look”, said the old woman, and pulled the poisonous comb out and held it up. It pleased the girl so well that she let herself be beguiled, and opened the door. When they had made a bargain the old woman said, “now I will comb you properly for once”. Poor Little Snow-White had no suspicion, and let the old woman do as she pleased, but hardly had she put the comb in her hair than the poison in it took effect, and the girl fell down senseless. “You paragon of beauty”, said the wicked woman, “you are done for now”, and she went away.