In a few minutes she came to him where he stood under the lamp.
'Well, Curdie, what is it?' she said.
'Princess,' he replied, 'I want to tell you that I have found why
your
grandmother sent me.'
'Come this way, then, she answered, 'where I can see the face of my
king.'
Curdie placed a chair for her in the spot she chose, where she
would be near enough to mark any slightest change on her father's
countenance, yet where their low-voiced talk would not
disturb him.
There he sat down beside her and told her all the story - how her
grandmother had sent her good
pigeon for him, and how she had
instructed him, and sent him there without telling him what he had
to do. Then he told her what he had discovered of the state of
things generally in Gwyntystorm, and especially what he had heard
and seen in the palace that night.
'Things are in a bad state enough,' he said in
conclusion - 'lying
and
selfishness and inhospitality and dishonesty everywhere; and to
crown all, they speak with disrespect of the good king, and not a
man knows he is ill.'
'You
frighten me dreadfully,' said Irene, trembling.
'You must be brave for your king's sake,' said Curdie.
'Indeed I will,' she replied, and turned a long
loving look upon
the beautiful face of her father. 'But what is to be done? And
how am I to believe such
horrible things of Dr Kelman?'
'my dear Princess,' replied Curdie, 'you know nothing of him but
his face and his tongue, and they are both false. Either you must
beware of him, or you must doubt your
grandmother and me; for I
tell you, by the gift she gave me of testing hands, that this man
is a snake. That round body he shows is but the case of a serpent.
Perhaps the creature lies there, as in its nest, coiled round and
round inside.'
'Horrible!' said Irene.
'Horrible indeed; but we must not try to get rid of
horrible things
by refusing to look at them, and
saying they are not there. Is not
your beautiful father
sleeping better since he had the wine?'
'Yes.'
'Does he always sleep better after having it?'
She reflected an
instant.
'No; always worse - till tonight,' she answered.
'Then remember that was the wine I got him - not what the
butlerdrew. Nothing that passes through any hand in the house except
yours or mine must
henceforth, till he is well, reach His Majesty's
lips.'
'But how, dear Curdie?' said the
princess, almost crying.
'That we must contrive,' answered Curdie. 'I know how to take care
of the wine; but for his food - now we must think.'
'He takes hardly any,' said the
princess, with a
pathetic shake of
her little head which Curdie had almost
learned to look for.
'The more need,' he replied, 'there should be no
poison in it.'
Irene shuddered. 'As soon as he has honest food he will begin to
grow better. And you must be just as careful with yourself,
Princess,' Curdie went on, 'for you don't know when they may begin
to
poison you, too.'
'There's no fear of me; don't talk about me,' said Irene. 'The
good food! How are we to get it, Curdie? That is the whole
question.'
'I am thinking hard,' answered Curdie. 'The good food? Let me see
- let me see! Such servants as I saw below are sure to have the
best of everything for themselves: I will go an see what I can find
on their table.'
'The
chancellor sleeps in the house, and he and the master of the
king's horse always have their supper together in a room off the
great hall, to the right as you go down the stairs,' said Irene.
'I would go with you, but I dare not leave my father. Alas! He
scarcely ever takes more than a
mouthful. I can't think how he
lives! And the very thing he would like, and often asks for - a
bit of bread - I can hardly ever get for him: Dr Kelman has
forbidden it, and says it is nothing less than
poison to him.'
'Bread at least he shall have,' said Curdie; 'and that, with the
honest wine, will do as well as anything, I do believe. I will go
at once and look for some. But I want you to see Lina first, and
know her, lest, coming upon her by accident at any time, you should
be
frightened.'
'I should like much to see her,' said the
princess.
Warning her not to be startled by her ugliness, he went to the door
and called her.