When the dwarfs came home in the evening, they found Snow-white lying
upon the ground; she breathed no longer, and was dead. They lifted her
up, unlaced her, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but
it was all of no use; the poor child was dead, and stayed dead. They
laid her upon a bier, and all seven of them sat round it and wept for
her, and wept three whole days.

Then they were going to bury her, but she still looked as if she were
living, and still had her pretty red cheeks. They said:

"We could not bury her in the dark ground," and they had a coffin of
glass made, so that she could be seen from all sides, and they laid
her in it, and wrote her name upon it in golden letters, and that she
was a King's daughter. Then they put the coffin out upon the hill, and
one of them always stayed by it and watched it. And birds came too,
and wept for Snow-white; first an owl, then a raven, and last a dove.

And now Snow-white lay a long, long time in the coffin, and she did
not change, but looked as if she were asleep; for she was as white as
snow, as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.

It happened that a King's son came into the wood, and went to the
dwarfs' house to spend the night. He saw the coffin on the hill, and
the beautiful Snow-white within it, and read what was written upon it
in golden letters. Then he said to the dwarfs:

"Let me have the coffin, I will give you whatever you want for it."
But the dwarfs answered:

"We will not part with it for all the gold in the world." Then he
said:

"Let me have it as a gift, for I cannot live without seeing
Snow-white. I will honor and prize her as the dearest thing I have."
As he spoke in this way the good dwarfs took pity upon him, and gave
him the coffin.

And now the King's son had it carried away by his servants on their
shoulders. And it happened that they stumbled over a tree-stump, and
with the shock the piece of apple which Snow-white had bitten off came
out of her throat. And before long she opened her eyes, lifted up the
lid of the coffin, sat up, and was once more alive.

"Oh, heavens, where am I?" she cried. The King's son, full of joy,
said:

"You are with me," and told her what had happened, and said, "I love
you more than everything in the world; come with me to my father's
palace; you shall be my wife."

Snow-white was willing, and went with him, and their wedding was held
with great show and splendor. The wicked Quee