proceed to
govern the country at their ease, and with results: they
would at once levy severer taxes, and pick a quarrel with the most
powerful of their neighbours. Everything settled, they agreed to
retire, and have a few hours' quiet sleep first - all but the
secretary, who was to sit up and call them at the proper moment.
Curdie allowed them half an hour to get to bed, and then set about
completing his purgation of the palace.
First he called Lina, and opened the door of the room where the
secretary sat. She crept in, and laid herself down against it.
When the secretary, rising to stretch his legs, caught sight of her
eyes, he stood
frozen with
terror. She made neither
motion nor
sound. Gathering courage, and
taking the thing for a spectral
illusion, he made a step forward. She showed her other teeth, with
a growl neither more than
audible nor less than
horrible. The
secretary sank fainting into a chair. He was not a brave man, and
besides, his
conscience had gone over to the enemy, and was sitting
against the door by Lina.
To the lord
chamberlain's door next, Curdie conducted the
legserpent, and let him in.
Now His Lordship had had a bedstead made for himself, sweetly
fashioned of rods of silver gilt: upon it the legserpent found him
asleep, and under it he crept. But out he came on the other side,
and crept over it next, and again under it, and so over it, under
it, over it, five or six times, every time leaving a coil of
himself behind him, until he had
softly folded all his length about
the lord
chamberlain and his bed. This done, he set up his head,
looking down with curved neck right over His Lordship's, and began
to hiss in his face.
He woke in
terrorunspeakable, and would have started up but the
moment he moved, the legserpent drew his coils closer, and closer
still, and drew and drew until the quaking
traitor heard the joints
of his bedstead grinding and gnarring. Presently he persuaded
himself that it was only a
horridnightmare, and began to struggle
with all his strength to throw it off. Thereupon the legserpent
gave his
hooked nose such a bite that his teeth met through it -
but it was hardly thicker than the bowl of a spoon; and then the
vulture knew that he was in the grasp of his enemy the snake, and
yielded.
As soon as he was quiet the legserpent began to untwist and
retwist, to uncoil and
recoil himself, swinging and swaying,
knotting and relaxing himself with strangest curves and
convolutions, always, however, leaving at least one coil around his
victim. At last he undid himself entirely, and crept from the bed.
Then first the lord
chamberlain discovered that his tormentor had
bent and twisted the bedstead, legs and
canopy and all, so about
him that he was shut in a silver cage out of which it was
impossible for him to find a way. Once more, thinking his enemy
was gone, he began to shout for help. But the
instant he opened
his mouth his
keeper darted at him and bit him, and after three or
four such essays, he lay still.
The master of the horse Curdie gave in
charge to the tapir. When
the soldier saw him enter - for he was not yet asleep - he sprang
from his bed, and flew at him with his sword. But the creature's
hide was invulnerable to his blows, and he pecked at his legs with
his proboscis until he jumped into bed again, groaning, and covered
himself up; after which the tapir
contented himself with now and
then paying a visit to his toes.
As for the attorney-general, Curdie led to his door a huge
spider,
about two feet long in the body, which, having made an excellent
supper, was full of webbing. The attorney-general had not gone to
bed, but sat in a chair asleep before a great mirror. He had been
trying the effect of a diamond star which he had that morning taken
from the jewel room. When he woke he fancied himself paralysed;
every limb, every finger even, was
motionless: coils and coils of
broad
spiderribbon bandaged his members to his body, and all to
the chair. In the glass he saw himself wound about with slavery
infinite. On a footstool a yard off sat the
spider glaring at him.
Clubhead had mounted guard over the
butler, where he lay tied hand
and foot under the third cask. From that cask he had seen the wine
run into a great bath, and
therein he expected to be drowned. The
doctor, with his crushed leg, needed no one to guard him.
And now Curdie proceeded to the
expulsion of the rest. Great men
or underlings, he treated them all alike. From room to room over
the house he went, and
sleeping or waking took the man by the hand.
Such was the state to which a year of
wicked rule had reduced the
moral condition of the court, that in it all he found but three
with human hands. The possessors of these he allowed to dress
themselves and depart in peace. When they perceived his mission,
and how he was backed, they yielded.
Then commenced a general hunt, to clear the house of the vermin.
Out of their beds in their night clothing, out of their rooms,
gorgeous chambers or
garret nooks, the creatures hunted them. Not
one was allowed to escape. Tumult and noise there was little, for
fear was too
deadly for
outcry. Ferreting them out everywhere,
following them
upstairs and
downstairs, yielding no
instant of
repose except upon the way out, the avengers persecuted the
miscreants, until the last of them was shivering outside the palace
gates, with hardly sense enough left to know where to turn.
When they set out to look for shelter, they found every inn full of
the servants expelled before them, and not one would yield his
place to a superior suddenly levelled with himself. Most houses
refused to admit them on the ground of the
wickedness that must
have drawn on them such a
punishment; and not a few would have been
left in the streets all night, had not Derba, roused by the vain
entreaties at the doors on each side of her
cottage, opened hers,
and given up everything to them. The lord
chancellor was only too
glad to share a
mattress with a stableboy, and steal his bare feet
under his jacket.
In the morning Curdie appeared, and the outcasts were in
terror,
thinking he had come after them again. But he took no notice of
them: his object was to request Derba to go to the palace: the king
required her services. She need take no trouble about her
cottage,
he said; the palace was henceforward her home: she was the king's
chatelaine over men and maidens of his household. And this very
morning she must cook His Majesty a nice breakfast.
CHAPTER 28
The Preacher
Various reports went undulating through the city as to the nature
of what had taken place in the palace. The people gathered, and
stared at the house, eyeing it as if it had
sprung up in the night.
But it looked sedate enough, remaining closed and silent, like a
house that was dead. They saw no one come out or go in. Smoke
arose from a chimney or two; there was hardly another sign of life.
It was not for some little time generally understood that the
highest officers of the crown as well as the lowest menials of the
palace had been dismissed in
disgrace: for who was to recognize a
lord
chancellor in his nightshirt? And what lord
chancellor would,
so attired in the street,
proclaim his rank and office aloud?
Before it was day most of the courtiers crept down to the river,
hired boats, and betook themselves to their homes or their friends
in the country. It was assumed in the city that the domestics had
been dis
charged upon a sudden discovery of general and unpardonable
peculation; for, almost everybody being
guilty of it himself, petty
dishonesty was the crime most easily credited and least easily
passed over in Gwyntystorm.
Now that same day was Religion day, and not a few of the clergy,
always glad to seize on any passing event to give interest to the
dull and monotonic grind of their
intellectual machines, made this
remarkable one the ground of
discourse to their congregations.
More especially than the rest, the first
priest of the great
templewhere was the royal pew, judged himself, from his relation to the
palace, called upon to 'improve the occasion', for they talked ever
about
improvement at Gwyntystorm, all the time they were going down
hill with a rush.