“Elisa is not dead, she is alive and well. Take some _schiacciata_ (a kind of cake), put poison in it, and take it to her. She is very fond of _schiacciata_, and will be sure to eat it.” So the witch went to the hole and called “Elisa.” “What do you want?” said Elisa. “Here’s some _schiacciata_ for you.” “I don’t want _schiacciata_,” said Elisa; “I have plenty.” “Well, I’ll put it here, and you can take it if you like”: so she put it down and went away. Presently there came by a dog, who ate the _schiacciata_ and immediately fell down dead. In the evening the fairies came home, took up the dog and showed him to Elisa. “See you never take anything that anyone brings you,” said they, “or this will happen to you, too.” Then they put the dog into their garden. After a time the queen dreamt again that Elisa was alive and happy, so she called the witch and said:— “Elisa is very fond of flowers; pick a bunch and cast a spell upon them, so that whoever smells them shall be bewitched.” The witch did as she was told, and took the flowers to the hole. “Elisa,” she called down. “What is it?” said Elisa. “Here are some flowers for you.” “Well, you can put them down and go away. I don’t want them.” So the witch put them down and went home. Soon some sheep and a shepherd came by; the sheep saw the flowers, smelt them and became spell-bound; the shepherd went to drive off the sheep, and became spell-bound too. When the fairies came home that night, they found the sheep and the shepherd, showed them to Elisa as a warning, and put them too into their garden. But the queen dreamt a third time, and a third time she called the witch, saying:— “Elisa is well and happy. Take a pair of golden slippers this time, _pianelle_ (slippers with a covering for the toe only), bewitch them, and take them to Elisa: those she will certainly put on.” And the queen was right. When the witch had gone away from the hole Elisa came up to look at the pretty golden _pianelle_. First she took them in her hands, and then she put one on, and afterwards the other. As soon as she had done it she was quite spell-bound, and could not move. When the fairies came home they were very sad. They took her up and put her into the garden, with the dog, the sheep, and the shepherd, because they did not know what else to do with her. There she stayed a long time, till one day the king’s son rode by as he went out hunting. He looked through the garden gate, and saw Elisa. “Oh, look,” said he to the hunters, “look at that lovely girl who does not move; I never saw anyone so beautiful. I must have her.” So he went into the garden, took Elisa, carried her home, and put her into a glass case in his room. Now he spent all the time in his room; he would never come out, and would not even let the servants in to make his bed, for he loved Elisa more and more every day, and could not bear to leave her, or to let anyone else see her.