Moments later came the hosts. There were seven little miners, each with a lantern hanging at the waist. We soon saw that they had at home. One of them said:

– Who ate my bread? “

And the others successively:

– Who took my fork? “

– Who ate my soup? “

– Who drank my wine? “

And finally one of them:

– Who is ahi lying in my bed? “

They gathered all the wheel of the small bed in the sleeping White. In light of torches saw the sweet face of the babe, who was sleeping tranquilly, [129] and affastaram without making a sound, not for the Accord. White the next morning was a little scared when he saw near you aquellas seven dwarves of the mountains. But elles told him softly, not to be afraid, and asked him whence he came, and his name. White told his sad story, and the dwarfs said to him: