But nothing availed: the dear child was really and truly dead.
Then they laid her upon a bier, and all seven placed themselves around it, and wept and wept for three days without ceasing.
Then they prepared to bury her.
But she looked still fresh and life-like, and even her red cheeks had not deserted her, so they said to one another, "We cannot bury her in the black ground."
Then they ordered a case to be made of glass.
In this they could see the body on all sides, and the Dwarfs wrote her name with golden letters upon the glass, saying that she was a King's daughter.
Now they placed the glass case upon the ledge on a rock, and one of them always remained by it watching.
Even the birds bewailed the loss of Snow-White; first came an owl, then a raven, and last of all a dove.
For a long time Snow-White lay peacefully in her case, and changed not, but looked as if she were only asleep, for she was still white as snow, red as blood, and black-haired as ebony.
By and by it happened that a King's son was traveling in the forest, and came to the Dwarfs' house to pass the night.