She took nothing with her but a little ring as a remembrance of her parents, a loaf of bread against hunger, a pitcher of water against thirst, and a little chair in case of fatigue. She kept ever going on and on until she came to the end of the world.
Then she came to the Sun, but it was hot and terrible, it devoured little children. She ran hastily away to the Moon, but it was too cold, and, moreover, dismal and dreary. And when the child was looking at it, it said: ‘I smell, I smell man’s flesh!’
Then she quickly made off, and came to the Stars, and they were kind and good, and every one sat on his own special seat.
But the Morning Star stood up, and gave her a little bone, and said: ‘Unless you have this bone, you cannot open the glass mountain, and in the glass mountain are your brothers.’
The girl took the bone, and wrapped it up carefully in a little kerchief, and went on again until she came to the glass mountain.
The gate was closed, and she meant to get out the little bone. But when she undid the kerchief it was empty, and she had lost the good Star’s present.
How, now, was she to set to work? She was determined to rescue her brothers, but had no key to open the glass mountain.
The good little sister took a knife and cut off her own tiny finger, fitted it into the keyhole, and succeeded in opening the lock.
When she had entered, she met a Dwarf, who said: ‘My child, what are you looking for?’
‘I am looking for my brothers, the Seven Ravens,’ she answered.