Snow White. Oh, whatever it is, tell me! I'm afraid!
Berthold. The Queen . . . Snow White. The Queen?
Berthold. The Queen . . . has commanded me to . . . kill you . . . here . . . in this forest . . . now!
Snow White. [Looking down at him in wonder.] Kill me? I don't understand. You're taking me to school! . . . Oh, you're joking! I call that a silly joke, stupid old Berhold—a very silly joke. Look at me! No, look at me! [Slowly he raises his had. She reads the truth in his face, and with a cry springs from him.] Oh, it's true, it's true! I know it! That was why the Queen . . . ! But you won't, will you? See, Berthold, I don't run away.
