your wikedness. But I escaped. I tunnelled under the tower and fled back to the forest to search for Snow White. Last night, in a secret dell, I found . . . [His voice falters.]
The Prince. [Rising with a cry.] You found her?
Berthold. Yes. But she lay in a coffin all made of shining crystal, as fair as if she were but asleep. And guarding her, day and night, were Seven Dwarfs.
The Queen. But she is dead?
Berthold. Yes, and you did the deed.
The Queen. [Trying to regain her self-control.] Nonsense! The man is quite mad. Snow White died at boarding-school. I made the arrangements myself.
Berthold. With that falsehood on your lips,—look!
- [The Seven Dwarfs appear on the terrace bearing Snow White's coffin cov-
