Once upon a time in the middle of winter,
when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a
queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made
of black ebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the
window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and
three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty
upon the white snow, and she thought to herself, would that I had a
child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of
the window-frame.
Soon after that she had a little daughter, who
was as white as snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black
as ebony, and she was therefore called little snow-white. And when
the child was born, the queen died.
After a year had passed the king took to
himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but proud and
haughty, and she could not bear that anyone else chould surpass her
in beauty. She had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in
front of it and looked at herself in it, and said, looking-glass,
looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all.
The looking-glass answered, thou, o queen, art
the fairest of all.
Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the
looking-glass spoke the truth.
But snow-white was growing up, and grew more
and more beautiful, and when she was seven years old she was as
beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the queen herself. And
once when the queen asked her looking-glass, looking-glass,
looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all.
It answered, thou art fairer than all who are
here, lady queen. But more beautiful still is snow-white, as I ween.
Then the queen was shocked, and turned yellow
and green with envy. From that hour, whenever she looked at
snow-white, her heart heaved in her breast, she hated the girl so
much. And envy and pride grew higher and higher in her heart like a
weed, so that she had no peace day or night. She called a huntsman,
and said, take the child away into the forest. I will no longer have
her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her lung and liver as a
token. The huntsman obeyed, and took her away but when he had drawn
his knife, and was about to pierce snow-white's innocent heart, she
began to weep, and said, ah dear huntsman, leave me my life. I will
run away into the wild forest, and never come home again.
And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had
pity on her and said, run away, then, you poor child. The wild
beasts will soon have devoured you, thought he, and yet it seemed as
if a stone had been rolled from his heart since it was no longer
needful for him to kill her. And as a young bear just then came
running by he stabbed it, and cut out its lung and liver and took
them to the queen as proof that the child was dead. The cook had to
salt them, and the wicked queen ate them, and thought she had eaten
the lung and liver of snow-white. |