Final chapter! You find out how dwarves really get married...

The Knotting of The Beards

In a desert, merely seven mountains away from the dwarf land, where poor dead Snow-White rest in peace, a young dwarf not much older than Snow-White came strolling down, inspecting different shades of the sand. As he walked he sang a merry song,

“Cause we are little old dwarves,

Little old dwarves,

We love to sing, dance and play!

Sing, dance, play!

We’re but the jolly type,

Those who play all day

Until the sun has gone to rest.

Sun has gone to rest.”

The dwarf hardly expected to see a glass coffin laying in the middle of the desert, a most charming looking young lady inside. “Why, she must be a goddess with that radiant beauty!” he exclaimed. He came closer to her and examined the coffin carefully.

“Hmm, ‘tis a pity she is long since deceased,” he said mournfully. “Why, she is so beautiful, I would make her my bride no doubt about it!”

“Please, old man, you seem to look so much alike to our precious Snow-White, do you know her?” the first human inquired as he saw the dwarf. The young male dwarf spun around to see an abnormally large dwarf – that really was one of the seven humans that had taken care of Snow White.

“I do not – but I would most definitely like to!” he replied to the strange tall thing.

“Please...the only way Snow White can awaken is if she falls in love...” the human began, “...do you think you could fall in love with Snow White?”

“Most definitely, who could resist a woman with a beard longer than any man’s? From the clothes she is wearing, she is sure to be a queen!” he joyfully said to the tall dwarf.

“Really? That would be great! She is a princess, you know,” another tall human said.

“Excellent, princesses are always wonderful to marry!” he replied almost greedily.

“Can you...kiss her?” the human suggested.

“Kiss her? Whatever are you talking about?” he said, plainly confused. What were these strange tall things talking about? “I cannot kiss her, I am sorry. But I can marry her, the traditional dwarf way!” The dwarf opened Snow White’s coffin delicately and picked up her beard. Carefully, he tied their beards together in a tight knot to symbolize the marriage festival, then he patted her bald head to represent that he loved her. Instantly Snow White awoke and saw the man.

“Who are you?” she asked in a bewildered voice.

“I am your new husband,” he replied, “Prince of the Southern Dwarves. I have woken you from your slumber, now we are destined to be.” He picked her up from her coffin and carried her all the way to his castle seven mountains away.

THE END.