Meanwhile the Queen, on her arrival home, had again consulted her mirror, and received the same answer as twice before.
This made her tremble and foam with rage and jealousy, and she swore that Snow-White should die if it cost her her own life.
Thereupon she went into an inner secret chamber where no one could enter, and made an apple of the most deep and subtle poison.
Outwardly it looked nice enough, and had rosy cheeks which would make the mouth of everyone who looked at it water; but whoever ate the smallest piece of it would surely die.
As soon as the apple was ready the Queen again dyed her face, and clothed herself like a peasant's wife, and then over the seven mountains to the house of the seven Dwarfs she made her way.
She knocked at the door, and Snow-White stretched out her head and said, "I dare not let anyone enter; the seven Dwarfs have forbidden me."
"That is hard on me," said the old woman, "for I must take back my apples; but there is one which I will give you."
"No," answered Snow-White; "no, I dare not take it."
"What! are you afraid of it?" cried the old woman.
"There, see—I will cut the apple in halves; do you eat the red cheeks, and I will eat the core."