of an
invasion of miners. The king
notwithstanding drew himself up
to his full
height of four feet, spread himself to his full breadth
of three and a half, for he was the handsomest and squarest of all
the
goblins, and strutting up to Curdie, planted himself with
outspread feet before him, and said with dignity:
'Pray what right have you in my palace?'
'The right of necessity, Your Majesty,' answered Curdie. 'I lost
my way and did not know where I was wandering to.'
'How did you get in?'
'By a hole in the mountain.'
'But you are a miner! Look at your pickaxe!'
Curdie did look at it, answering:
'I came upon it lying on the ground a little way from here. I
tumbled over some wild beasts who were playing with it. Look, Your
Majesty.' And Curdie showed him how he was scratched and bitten.
The king was pleased to find him
behave more
politely than he had
expected from what his people had told him
concerning the miners,
for he attributed it to the power of his own presence; but he did
not
therefore feel friendly to the intruder.
'You will
oblige me by walking out of my dominions at once,' he
said, well
knowing what a
mockery lay in the words.
'With pleasure, if Your Majesty will give me a guide,' said Curdie.
'I will give you a thousand,' said the king with a scoffing air of
magnificent liberality.
'One will be quite sufficient,' said Curdie.
But the king uttered a strange shout, half halloo, half roar, and
in rushed
goblins till the cave was swarming. He said something to
the first of them which Curdie could not hear, and it was passed
from one to another till in a moment the
farthest in the crowd had
evidently heard and understood it. They began to gather about him
in a way he did not
relish, and he retreated towards the wall.
They pressed upon him.
'Stand back,' said Curdie, grasping his pickaxe tighter by his
knee.
They only grinned and pressed closer. Curdie bethought himself and
began to rhyme.
'Ten, twenty, thirty -
You're all so very dirty!
Twenty, thirty, forty -
You're all so thick and snorty!
'Thirty, forty, fifty -
You're all so puff-and-snifty!
Forty, fifty, sixty -
Beast and man so mixty!
'Fifty, sixty, seventy -
Mixty, maxty, leaventy!
Sixty, seventy, eighty -
All your cheeks so slaty!
'Seventy, eighty, ninety,
All your hands so flinty!
Eighty, ninety, hundred,
Altogether dundred!'
The
goblins fell back a little when he began, and made
horriblegrimaces all through the rhyme, as if eating something so
disagreeable that it set their teeth on edge and gave them the
creeps; but whether it was that the rhyming words were most of them
no words at all, for, a new rhyme being considered the more
efficacious, Curdie had made it on the spur of the moment, or
whether it was that the presence of the king and queen gave them
courage, I cannot tell; but the moment the rhyme was over they
crowded on him again, and out shot a hundred long arms, with a
multitude of thick nailless fingers at the ends of them, to lay
hold upon him. Then Curdie heaved up his axe. But being as gentle
as
courageous and not wishing to kill any of them, he turned the
end which was square and blunt like a
hammer, and with that came
down a great blow on the head of the
goblin nearest him. Hard as
the heads of all
goblins are, he thought he must feel that. And so
he did, no doubt; but he only gave a
horrible cry, and
sprung at
Curdie's
throat. Curdie, however, drew back in time, and just at
that
critical moment remembered the vulnerable part of the
goblinbody. He made a sudden rush at the king and stamped with all his
might on His Majesty's feet. The king gave a most unkingly howl
and almost fell into the fire. Curdie then rushed into the crowd,
stamping right and left. The
goblins drew back, howling on every
side as he approached, but they were so
crowded that few of those
he attacked could escape his tread; and the shrieking and roaring
that filled the cave would have appalled Curdie but for the good