one of general expression than of definable conformation. But what
increased the gruesomeness tenfold was that, from constant
domestic, or indeed rather family association with the
goblins,
their countenances had grown in
grotesqueresemblance to the human.
No one understands animals who does not see that every one of them,
even
amongst the fishes, it may be with a dimness and vagueness
infinitely
remote, yet shadows the human: in the case of these the
human
resemblance had greatly increased: while their owners had
sunk towards them, they had risen towards their owners. But the
conditions of subterranean life being
equallyunnatural for both,
while the
goblins were worse, the creatures had not improved by the
approximation, and its result would have appeared far more
ludicrous than consoling to the warmest lover of animal nature. I
shall now explain how it was that just then these animals began to
show themselves about the king's country house.
The
goblins, as Curdie had discovered, were
mining on - at work
both day and night, in divisions, urging the
scheme after which he
lay in wait. In the course of their tunnelling they had broken
into the
channel of a small
stream, but the break being in the top
of it, no water had escaped to
interfere with their work. Some of
the creatures, hovering as they often did about their masters, had
found the hole, and had, with the
curiosity which had grown to a
passion from the restraints of their
unnatural circumstances,
proceeded to
explore the
channel. The
stream was the same which
ran out by the seat on which Irene and her king-papa had sat as I
have told, and the
goblin creatures found it jolly fun to get out
for a romp on a smooth lawn such as they had never seen in all
their poor
miserable lives. But although they had partaken enough
of the nature of their owners to delight in
annoying and alarming
any of the people whom they met on the mountain, they were, of
course,
incapable of designs of their own, or of intentionally
furthering those of their masters.
For several nights after the men-at-arms were at length of one mind
as to the fact of the visits of some
horrible creatures, whether
bodily or spectral they could not yet say, they watched with
special attention that part of the garden where they had last seen
them. Perhaps indeed they gave in
consequence too little attention
to the house. But the creatures were too
cunning to be easily
caught; nor were the watchers quick-eyed enough to
descry the head,
or the keen eyes in it, which, from the
openingwhence the
streamissued, would watch them in turn, ready, the moment they should
leave the lawn, to report the place clear.
CHAPTER 14
That Night Week
During the whole of the week Irene had been thinking every other
moment of her promise to the old lady, although even now she could
not feel quite sure that she had not been dreaming. Could it
really be that an old lady lived up in the top of the house, with
pigeons and a spinning-wheel, and a lamp that never went out? She
was, however, none the less determined, on the coming Friday, to
ascend the three stairs, walk through the passages with the many
doors, and try to find the tower in which she had either seen or
dreamed her
grandmother.
Her nurse could not help wondering what had come to the child - she
would sit so
thoughtfully silent, and even in the midst of a game
with her would so suddenly fall into a
dreamy mood. But Irene took
care to
betray nothing,
whatever efforts Lootie might make to get
at her thoughts. And Lootie had to say to herself: 'What an odd
child she is!' and give it up.
At length the longed-for Friday arrived, and lest Lootie should be
moved to watch her, Irene endeavoured to keep herself as quiet as
possible. In the afternoon she asked for her doll's house, and
went on arranging and rearranging the various rooms and their
inhabitants for a whole hour. Then she gave a sigh and threw
herself back in her chair. One of the dolls would not sit, and
another would not stand, and they were all very
tiresome. Indeed,
there was one would not even lie down, which was too bad. But it
was now getting dark, and the darker it got the more excited Irene
became, and the more she felt it necessary to be composed.
'I see you want your tea,
princess,' said the nurse: 'I will go and
get it. The room feels close: I will open the window a little.
The evening is mild: it won't hurt you.'
'There's no fear of that, Lootie,' said Irene, wishing she had put
off going for the tea till it was darker, when she might have made
her attempt with every advantage.
I fancy Lootie was longer in returning than she had intended; for
when Irene, who had been lost in thought, looked up, she saw it was
nearly dark, and at the same moment caught sight of a pair of eyes,
bright with a green light, glowering at her through the open
window. The next
instant something leaped into the room. It was
like a cat, with legs as long as a horse's, Irene said, but its
body no bigger and its legs no thicker than those of a cat. She
was too frightened to cry out, but not too frightened to jump from
her chair and run from the room.
It is plain enough to every one of my readers what she ought to
have done - and indeed,Irene thought of it herself; but when she
came to the foot of the old stair, just outside the
nursery door,
she imagined the creature
running up those long ascents after her,
and pursuing her through the dark passages - which, after all,
might lead to no tower! That thought was too much. Her heart
failed her, and, turning from the stair, she rushed along to the
hall,
whence,
finding the front door open, she darted into the
court pursued - at least she thought so - by the creature. No one
happening to see her, on she ran,
unable to think for fear, and
ready to run
anywhere to elude the awful creature with the
stilt-legs. Not
daring to look behind her, she rushed straight out
of the gate and up the mountain. It was foolish indeed - thus to
run farther and farther from all who could help her, as if she had
been seeking a fit spot for the
goblin creature to eat her in his
leisure; but that is the way fear serves us: it always sides with
the thing we are afraid of.
The
princess was soon out of
breath with
running uphill; but she
ran on, for she fancied the
horrible creature just behind her,
forgetting that, had it been after her such long legs as those must
have overtaken her long ago. At last she could run no longer, and
fell,
unable even to
scream, by the
roadside, where she lay for
some time half dead with
terror. But
finding nothing lay hold of
her, and her
breathbeginning to come back, she ventured at length
to get half up and peer
anxiously about her. It was now so dark
she could see nothing. Not a single star was out. She could not
even tell in what direction the house lay, and between her and home
she fancied the
dreadful creature lying ready to
pounce upon her.
She saw now that she ought to have run up the stairs at once. It
was well she did not
scream; for, although very few of the
goblins
had come out for weeks, a stray idler or two might have heard her.
She sat down upon a stone, and nobody but one who had done
something wrong could have been more
miserable. She had quite
forgotten her promise to visit her
grandmother. A
raindrop fell on
her face. She looked up, and for a moment her
terror was lost in
astonishment. At first she thought the rising moon had left her
place, and drawn nigh to see what could be the matter with the
little girl, sitting alone, without hat or cloak, on the dark bare
mountain; but she soon saw she was
mistaken, for there was no light