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Snowdrop
Jacob Grimm, Wilhelm Grimm
Snowdrop
IT was the middle of winter, and the snowflakes were falling
from the sky like feathers. Now, a Queen sat sewing at a window
framed in black ebony, and as she sewed she looked out upon the
snow. Suddenly she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell
on to the snow. And the red looked so lovely on the white that she
thought to herself: ‘If only I had a child as white as snow and as
red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window frame!’ Soon
after, she had a daughter, whose hair was black as ebony, while her
cheeks were red as blood, and her skin as white as snow; so she was
called Snowdrop. But when the child was born the Queen died. A year
after the King took another wife. She was a handsome woman, but
proud and overbearing, and could not endure that any one should
surpass her in beauty. She had a magic looking-glass, and when she
stood before it and looked at herself she used to say:
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’then the Glass answered,
‘Queen, thou’rt fairest of them all.’Then she was content, for she knew that the Looking-glass
spoke the truth.But Snowdrop grew up and became more and more beautiful, so
that when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day,
and far surpassed the Queen. Once, when she asked her
Glass,
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’it answered—
‘Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold,But Snowdrop is fairer a thousandfold.’Then the Queen was horror-struck, and turned green and yellow
with jealousy. From the hour that she saw Snowdrop her heart sank,
and she hated the little girl.‘ Mirror, Mirror on the
wall,Who is fairest of us all?’The pride and envy of her heart grew like a weed, so that she
had no rest day nor night. At last she called a Huntsman, and said:
‘Take the child out into the wood; I will not set eyes on her
again; you must kill her and bring me her lungs and liver as
tokens.’The Huntsman obeyed, and took Snowdrop out into the forest,
but when he drew his hunting-knife and was preparing to plunge it
into her innocent heart, she began to cry:
‘Alas! dear Huntsman, spare my life, and I will run away into
the wild forest and never come back again.’And because of her beauty the Huntsman had pity on her and
said, ‘Well, run away, poor child.’ Wild beasts will soon devour
you, he thought, but still he felt as though a weight were lifted
from his heart because he had not been obliged to kill her. And as
just at that moment a young fawn came leaping by, he pierced it and
took the lungs and liver as tokens to the Queen. The Cook was
ordered to serve them up in pickle, and the wicked Queen ate them
thinking that they were Snowdrop’s.Now the poor child was alone in the great wood, with no
living soul near, and she was so frightened that she knew not what
to do. Then she began to run, and ran over the sharp stones and
through the brambles, while the animals passed her by without
harming her. She ran as far as her feet could carry her till it was
nearly evening, when she saw a little house and went in to rest.
Inside, everything was small, but as neat and clean as could be. A
small table covered with a white cloth stood ready with seven small
plates, and by every plate was a spoon, knife, fork, and cup. Seven
little beds were ranged against the walls, covered with snow-white
coverlets. As Snowdrop was very hungry and thirsty she ate a little
bread and vegetable from each plate, and drank a little wine from
each cup, for she did not want to eat up the whole of one portion.
Then, being very tired, she lay down in one of the beds. She tried
them all but none suited her; one was too short, another too long,
all except the seventh, which was just right. She remained in it,
said her prayers, and fell asleep.When it was quite dark the masters of the house came in. They
were seven Dwarfs, who used to dig in the mountains for ore. They
kindled their lights, and as soon as they could see they noticed
that some one had been there, for everything was not in the order
in which they had left it.The first said, ‘Who has been sitting in my
chair?’The second said, ‘Who has been eating off my
plate?’The third said, ‘Who has been nibbling my
bread?’The fourth said, ‘Who has been eating my
vegetables?’The fifth said, ‘Who has been using my fork?’The sixth said, ‘Who has been cutting with my
knife?’The seventh said, ‘Who has been drinking out of my
cup?’In the evening the seven Dwarfs came
back.Then the first looked and saw a slight impression on his bed,
and said, ‘Who has been treading on my bed?’ The others came
running up and said, ‘And mine, and mine.’ But the seventh, when he
looked into his bed, saw Snowdrop, who lay there asleep. He called
the others, who came up and cried out with astonishment, as they
held their lights and gazed at Snowdrop. ‘Heavens! what a beautiful
child,’ they said, and they were so delighted that they did not
wake her up but left her asleep in bed. And the seventh Dwarf slept
with his comrades, an hour with each all through the
night.When morning came Snowdrop woke up, and when she saw the
seven Dwarfs she was frightened.But they were very kind and asked her name.
‘I am called Snowdrop,’ she answered.
‘How did you get into our house?’ they asked.Then she told them how her stepmother had wished to get rid
of her, how the Huntsman had spared her life, and how she had run
all day till she had found the house.Then the Dwarfs said, ‘Will you look after our household,
cook, make the beds, wash, sew and knit, and keep everything neat
and clean? If so you shall stay with us and want for
nothing.’
‘Yes,’ said Snowdrop, ‘with all my heart’; and she stayed
with them and kept the house in order.In the morning they went to the mountain and searched for
copper and gold, and in the evening they came back and then their
meal had to be ready. All day the maiden was alone, and the good
Dwarfs warned her and said, ‘Beware of your stepmother, who will
soon learn that you are here. Don’t let any one in.’But the Queen, having, as she imagined, eaten Snowdrop’s
liver and lungs, and feeling certain that she was the fairest of
all, stepped in front of her Glass, and asked—
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’the Glass answered as usual—
‘Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold,But Snowdrop over the fells,Who with the seven Dwarfs dwells,Is fairer still a thousandfold.’She was dismayed, for she knew that the Glass told no lies,
and she saw that the Hunter had deceived her and that Snowdrop
still lived. Accordingly she began to wonder afresh how she might
compass her death; for as long as she was not the fairest in the
land her jealous heart left her no rest. At last she thought of a
plan. She dyed her face and dressed up like an old Pedlar, so that
she was quite unrecognisable. In this guise she crossed over the
seven mountains to the home of the seven Dwarfs and called out,
‘Wares for sale.’Snowdrop peeped out of the window and said, ‘Good-day,
mother, what have you got to sell?’
‘Good wares, fine wares,’ she answered, ‘laces of every
colour’; and she held out one which was made of gay plaited
silk.
‘I may let the honest woman in,’ thought Snowdrop, and she
unbolted the door and bought the pretty lace.
‘Child,’ said the Old Woman, ‘what a sight you are, I will
lace you properly for once.’Snowdrop made no objection, and placed herself before the Old
Woman to let her lace her with the new lace. But the Old Woman
laced so quickly and tightly that she took away Snowdrop’s breath
and she fell down as though dead.
‘Now I am the fairest,’ she said to herself, and hurried
away.Not long after the seven Dwarfs came home, and were
horror-struck when they saw their dear little Snowdrop lying on the
floor without stirring, like one dead. When they saw she was laced
too tight they cut the lace, whereupon she began to breathe and
soon came back to life again. When the Dwarfs heard what had
happened, they said that the old Pedlar was no other than the
wicked Queen. ‘Take care not to let any one in when we are not
here,’ they said.Now the wicked Queen, as soon as she got home, went to the
Glass and asked—
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’and it answered as usual—
‘Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold,But Snowdrop over the fells,Who with the seven Dwarfs dwells,Is fairer still a thousandfold.’When she heard it all her blood flew to her heart, so enraged
was she, for she knew that Snowdrop had come back to life again.
Then she thought to herself, ‘I must plan something which will put
an end to her.’ By means of witchcraft, in which she was skilled,
she made a poisoned comb. Next she disguised herself and took the
form of a different Old Woman. She crossed the mountains and came
to the home of the seven Dwarfs, and knocked at the door calling
out, ‘Good wares to sell.’Snowdrop looked out of the window and said, ‘Go away, I must
not let any one in.’
‘At least you may look,’ answered the Old Woman, and she took
the poisoned comb and held it up.The child was so pleased with it that she let herself be
beguiled, and opened the door.When she had made a bargain the Old Woman said, ‘Now I will
comb your hair properly for once.’Poor Snowdrop, suspecting no evil, let the Old Woman have her
way, but scarcely was the poisoned comb fixed in her hair than the
poison took effect, and the maiden fell down
unconscious.
‘You paragon of beauty,’ said the wicked woman, ‘now it is
all over with you,’ and she went away.Happily it was near the time when the seven Dwarfs came home.
When they saw Snowdrop lying on the ground as though dead, they
immediately suspected her stepmother, and searched till they found
the poisoned comb. No sooner had they removed it than Snowdrop came
to herself again and related what had happened. They warned her
again to be on her guard, and to open the door to no
one.When she got home the Queen stood before her Glass and
said—
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’and it answered as usual—
‘Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold,But Snowdrop over the fells,Who with the seven Dwarfs dwells,Is fairer still a thousandfold.’When she heard the Glass speak these words she trembled and
quivered with rage. ‘Snowdrop shall die,’ she said, ‘even if it
cost me my own life.’ Thereupon she went into a secret room, which
no one ever entered but herself, and made a poisonous apple.
Outwardly it was beautiful to look upon, with rosy cheeks, and
every one who saw it longed for it, but whoever ate of it was
certain to die. When the apple was ready she dyed her face and
dressed herself like an old Peasant Woman and so crossed the seven
hills to the Dwarfs’ home. There she knocked.Snowdrop put her head out of the window and said, ‘I must not
let any one in, the seven Dwarfs have forbidden me.’
‘It is all the same to me,’ said the Peasant Woman. ‘I shall
soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you
one.’
‘No; I must not take anything.’
‘Are you afraid of poison?’ said the woman. ‘See, I will cut
the apple in half: you eat the red side and I will keep the
other.’Now the apple was so cunningly painted that the red half
alone was poisoned. Snowdrop longed for the apple, and when she saw
the Peasant Woman eating she could hold out no longer, stretched
out her hand and took the poisoned half. Scarcely had she put a bit
into her mouth than she fell dead to the ground.The Queen looked with a fiendish glance, and laughed aloud
and said, ‘White as snow, red as blood, and black as ebony, this
time the Dwarfs cannot wake you up again.’ And when she got home
and asked the Looking-glass—
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’it answered at last—
‘Queen, thou’rt fairest of them all.’Then her jealous heart was at rest, as much at rest as a
jealous heart can be. The Dwarfs, when they came at evening, found
Snowdrop lying on the ground and not a breath escaped her lips, and
she was quite dead. They lifted her up and looked to see whether
any poison was to be found, unlaced her dress, combed her hair,
washed her with wine and water, but it was no use; their dear child
was dead. They laid her on a bier, and all seven sat down and
bewailed her and lamented over her for three whole days. Then they
prepared to bury her, but she looked so fresh and living, and still
had such beautiful rosy cheeks, that they said, ‘We cannot bury her
in the dark earth.’ And so they had a transparent glass coffin
made, so that she could be seen from every side, laid her inside
and wrote on it in letters of gold her name and how she was a
King’s daughter. Then they set the coffin out on the mountain, and
one of them always stayed by and watched it. And the birds came too
and mourned for Snowdrop, first an owl, then a raven, and lastly a
dove.Now Snowdrop lay a long, long time in her coffin, looking as
though she were asleep. It happened that a Prince was wandering in
the wood, and came to the home of the seven Dwarfs to pass the
night. He saw the coffin on the mountain and lovely Snowdrop
inside, and read what was written in golden letters. Then he said
to the Dwarfs, ‘Let me have the coffin; I will give you whatever
you like for it.’But they said, ‘We will not give it up for all the gold of
the world.’Then he said, ‘Then give it to me as a gift, for I cannot
live without Snowdrop to gaze upon; and I will honour and reverence
it as my dearest treasure.’When he had said these words the good Dwarfs pitied him and
gave him the coffin.The Prince bade his servants carry it on their shoulders. Now
it happened that they stumbled over some brushwood, and the shock
dislodged the piece of apple from Snowdrop’s throat. In a short
time she opened her eyes, lifted the lid of the coffin, sat up and
came back to life again completely.
‘O Heaven! where am I?’ she asked.The Prince, full of joy, said, ‘You are with me,’ and he
related what had happened, and then said, ‘I love you better than
all the world; come with me to my father’s castle and be my
wife.’Snowdrop agreed and went with him, and their wedding was
celebrated with great magnificence. Snowdrop’s wicked stepmother
was invited to the feast; and when she had put on her fine clothes
she stepped to her Glass and asked—
‘Mirror, Mirror on the wall,Who is fairest of us all?’The Glass answered—
‘Queen, thou art fairest here, I hold,The young Queen fairer a thousandfold.’Then the wicked woman uttered a curse, and was so terribly
frightened that she didn’t know what to do. Yet she had no rest:
she felt obliged to go and see the young Queen. And when she came
in she recognised Snowdrop, and stood stock still with fear and
terror. But iron slippers were heated over the fire, and were soon
brought in with tongs and put before her. And she had to step into
the red-hot shoes and dance till she fell down dead.
The Pink
THERE was once a Queen, who had not been blessed with
children. As she walked in her garden, she prayed every morning
that a son or daughter might be given to her. Then one day an Angel
came, and said to her: ‘Be content: you shall have a son, and he
shall be endowed with the power of wishing, so that whatsoever he
wishes for shall be granted to him.’ She hurried to the King, and
told him the joyful news; and when the time came a son was born to
them, and they were filled with delight.
Every morning the Queen used to take her little son into the
gardens, where the wild animals were kept, to bathe him in a clear,
sparkling fountain. It happened one day, when the child was a
little older, that as she sat with him on her lap she fell
asleep.
The old Cook, who knew that the child had the power of
wishing, came by and stole it; he also killed a Chicken, and
dropped some of its blood on the Queen’s garments. Then he took the
child away to a secret place, where he placed it out to be nursed.
Then he ran back to the King, and accused the Queen of having
allowed her child to be carried off by a wild animal.
When the King saw the blood on the Queen’s garments he
believed the story, and was overwhelmed with anger. He caused a
high tower to be built, into which neither the sun nor the moon
could penetrate. Then he ordered his wife to be shut up in it, and
the door walled up. She was to stay there for seven years, without
eating or drinking, so as gradually to pine away. But two Angels
from heaven, in the shape of white doves, came to her, bringing
food twice a day till the seven years were ended.
Meanwhile the Cook thought, ‘If the child really has the
power of wishing, and I stay here, I might easily fall into
disgrace.’ So he left the palace, and went to the boy, who was then
old enough to talk, and said to him, ‘Wish for a beautiful castle,
with a garden, and everything belonging to it.’ Hardly had the
words passed the boy’s lips than all that he had asked for was
there.
After a time the Cook said, ‘It is not good for you to be so
much alone; wish for a beautiful Maiden to be your
companion.’
The Prince uttered the wish, and immediately a Maiden stood
before them, more beautiful than any painter could paint. So they
grew very fond of each other, and played together, while the old
Cook went out hunting like any grand gentleman. But the idea came
to him one day that the Prince might wish to go to his father some
time, and he would thereby be placed in a very awkward position. So
he took the Maiden aside, and said to her, ‘To-night, when the boy
is asleep, go and drive this knife into his heart. Then bring me
his heart and his tongue. If you fail to do it, you will lose your
own life.’
Then he went away; but when the next day came the Maiden had
not yet obeyed his command, and she said, ‘Why should I shed his
innocent blood, when he has never done harm to any creature in his
life?’
The Cook again said, ‘If you do not obey me, you will lose
your own life.’
When he had gone away, she ordered a young hind to be brought
and killed; then she cut out its heart and its tongue, and put them
on a dish. When she saw the old man coming she said to the boy,
‘Get into bed, and cover yourself right over.’
The old scoundrel came in and said, ‘Where are the tongue and
the heart of the boy?’
The scullions brought live coals, which he had to eat
till the flames poured out of his mouth.
The Maiden gave him the dish; but the Prince threw off the
coverings, and said, ‘You old sinner, why did you want to kill me?
Now hear your sentence. You shall be turned into a black Poodle,
with a gold chain round your neck, and you shall be made to eat
live coals, so that flames of fire may come out of your
mouth.’
As he said the words, the old man was changed into a black
Poodle, with a gold chain round his neck; and the scullions brought
live coals, which he had to eat till the flames poured out of his
mouth.
The Prince stayed on at the castle for a time, thinking of
his mother, and wondering if she were still alive. At last he said
to the Maiden, ‘I am going into my own country. If you like you can
go with me; I will take you.’
She answered: ‘Alas! it is so far off, and what should I do
in a strange country where I know no one?’
As she did not wish to go, and yet they could not bear to be
parted, he changed her into a beautiful Pink, which he took with
him.
Then he set out on his journey, and the Poodle was made to
run alongside till the Prince reached his own country.
Arrived there, he went straight to the tower where his mother
was imprisoned, and as the tower was so high he wished for a ladder
to reach the top. Then he climbed up, looked in, and cried,
‘Dearest mother, lady Queen, are you still alive?’
She, thinking it was the Angels who brought her food come
back, said, ‘I have just eaten; I do not want anything
more.’
Then he said, ‘I am your own dear son whom the wild animals
were supposed to have devoured; but I am still alive, and I shall
soon come and rescue you.’
Then he got down and went to his father. He had himself
announced as a strange Huntsman, anxious to take service with the
King, who said, ‘Yes; if he was skilled in game preserving, and
could procure plenty of venison, he would engage him. But there had
never before been any game in the whole district.’
The Huntsman promised to procure as much game as the King
could possibly require for the royal table.
Then he called the whole Hunt together, and ordered them all
to come into the forest with him. He caused a great circle to be
enclosed, with only one outlet; then he took his place in the
middle, and began to wish as hard as he could. Immediately over two
hundred head of game came running into the enclosure; these the
Huntsmen had to shoot, and then they were piled on to sixty country
wagons, and driven home to the King. So for once he was able to
load his board with game, after having had none for many
years.
The King was much pleased, and commanded his whole court to a
banquet on the following day. When they were all assembled, he said
to the Huntsman, ‘You shall sit by me as you are so clever.’
He answered, ‘My lord and King, may it please your Majesty, I
am only a poor Huntsman!’
The King, however, insisted, and said, ‘I command you to sit
by me.’
As he sat there, his thoughts wandered to his dear mother,
and he wished one of the courtiers would speak of her. Hardly had
he wished it than the Lord High Marshal said—
‘Your Majesty, we are all rejoicing here, how fares it with
Her Majesty the Queen? Is she still alive in the tower, or has she
perished?’
But the King answered, ‘She allowed my beloved son to be
devoured by wild animals, and I do not wish to hear anything about
her.’
Then the Huntsman stood up and said—
‘Gracious father, she is still alive, and I am her son. He
was not devoured by wild animals; he was taken away by the
scoundrel of a Cook. He stole me while my mother was asleep, and
sprinkled her garments with the blood of a chicken.’ Then he
brought up the black Poodle with the golden chain, and said, ‘This
is the villain.’
He ordered some live coals to be brought, which he made the
dog eat in the sight of all the people till the flames poured out
of his mouth. Then he asked the King if he would like to see the
Cook in his true shape, and wished him back, and there he stood in
his white apron, with his knife at his side.
The King was furious when he saw him, and ordered him to be
thrown into the deepest dungeon. Then the Huntsman said
further—
‘My father would you like to see the Maiden who so tenderly
saved my life when she was ordered to kill me, although by so doing
she might have lost her own life?’
The King answered, ‘Yes, I will gladly see her.’
Then his son said, ‘Gracious father, I will show her to you
first in the guise of a beautiful flower.’
He put his hand into his pocket, and brought out the Pink. It
was a finer one than the King had ever seen before. Then his son
said, ‘Now, I will show her to you in her true form.’
The moment his wish was uttered, she stood before them in all
her beauty, which was greater than any artist could paint.
The King sent ladies and gentlemen-in-waiting to the tower to
bring the Queen back to his royal table. But when they reached the
tower they found that she would no longer eat or drink, and she
said, ‘The merciful God, who has preserved my life so long, will
soon release me now.’
Three days after she died. At her burial the two white Doves
which had brought her food during her captivity, followed and
hovered over her grave.
The old King caused the wicked Cook to be torn into four
quarters; but his own heart was filled with grief and remorse, and
he died soon after.
