been coming every night, and giving him a slow poison.
'So!' said the king. 'Then I have not been
suspicious enough, for
I thought it was but a dream! Is it possible Kelman can be such a
wretch? Who then am I to trust?'
'Not one in the house, except the
princess and myself,' said
Curdie.
'I will not go to sleep,' said the king.
'That would be as bad as
taking the poison,' said Curdie. 'No, no,
sire; you must show your confidence by leaving all the watching to
me, and doing all the
sleeping Your Majesty can.'
The king smiled a
contented smile, turned on his side, and was
presently fast asleep. Then Curdie persuaded the
princess also to
go to sleep, and telling Lina to watch, went to the housemaid. He
asked her if she could inform him which of the council slept in the
palace, and show him their rooms. She knew every one of them, she
said, and took him the round of all their doors, telling him which
slept in each room. He then dismissed her, and returning to the
king's
chamber, seated himself behind a curtain at the head of the
bed, on the side
farthest from the king. He told Lina to get under
the bed, and make no noise.
About one o'clock the doctor came stealing in. He looked round for
the
princess, and
seeing no one, smiled with
satisfaction as he
approached the wine where it stood under the lamp. Having partly
filled a glass, he took from his pocket a small phial, and filled
up the glass from it. The light fell upon his face from above, and
Curdie saw the snake in it
plainlyvisible. He had never beheld
such an evil
countenance: the man hated the king, and
delighted in
doing him wrong.
With the glass in his hand, he drew near the bed, set it down, and
began his usual rude rousing of His Majesty. Not at once
succeeding, he took a lancet from his pocket, and was
parting its
cover with an
involuntary hiss of hate between his closed teeth,
when Curdie stooped and whispered to Lina.
'Take him by the leg, Lina.' She darted
noiselessly upon him.
With a face of
horribleconsternation, he gave his leg one tug to
free it; the next
instant Curdie heard the one scrunch with which
she crushed the bone like a stick of
celery. He tumbled on the
floor with a yell.
'Drag him out, Lina,' said Curdie.
Lina took him by the
collar, and dragged him out. Her master
followed her to direct her, and they left the doctor lying across
the lord
chamberlain's door, where he gave another
horrible yell,
and fainted.
The king had waked at his first cry, and by the time Curdie
re-entered he had got at his sword where it hung from the centre of
the tester, had drawn it, and was
trying to get out of bed. But
when Curdie told him all was well, he lay down again as quietly as
a child comforted by his mother from a troubled dream. Curdie went
to the door to watch.
The doctor's yells had aroused many, but not one had yet ventured
to appear. Bells were rung
violently, but none were answered; and
in a minute or two Curdie had what he was watching for. The door
of the lord
chamberlain's room opened, and, pale with hideous
terror, His Lordship peeped out. Seeing no one, he
advanced to
step into the
corridor, and tumbled over the doctor. Curdie ran
up, and held out his hand. He received in it the claw of a bird of
prey - vulture or
eagle, he could not tell which.
His Lordship, as soon as he was on his legs,
taking him for one of
the pages abused him
heartily for not coming sooner, and threatened
him with dismissal from the king's service for
cowardice and
neglect. He began indeed what bade fair to be a
sermon on the
duties of a page, but catching sight of the man who lay at his
door, and
seeing it was the doctor, he fell upon Curdie afresh for
standing there doing nothing, and ordered him to fetch immediate
assistance. Curdie left him, but slipped into the King's
chamber,
closed and locked the door, and left the rascals to look after each
other. Ere long he heard hurrying footsteps, and for a few minutes
there was a great muffled
tumult of scuffling feet, low voices and
deep groanings; then all was still again.
Irene slept through the whole - so
confidently did she rest,
knowing Curdie was in her father's room watching over him.
CHAPTER 24
The Prophecy
Curdie sat and watched every
motion of the
sleeping king. All the
night, to his ear, the palace lay as quiet as a
nursery of
healthful children. At
sunrise he called the
princess.
'How has His Majesty slept?' were her first words as she entered
the room.
'Quite quietly,' answered Curdie; 'that is, since the doctor was
got rid of.'
'How did you manage that?' inquired Irene; and Curdie had to tell
all about it.
'How terrible!' she said. 'Did it not
startle the king
dreadfully?'
'it did rather. I found him getting out of bed, sword in hand.'
'The brave old man!' cried the
princess.
'Not so old!' said Curdie, 'as you will soon see. He went off
again in a minute or so; but for a little while he was restless,
and once when he lifted his hand it came down on the spikes of his
crown, and he half waked.'
'But where is the crown?' cried Irene, in sudden terror.
'I stroked his hands,' answered Curdie, 'and took the crown from
them; and ever since he has slept quietly, and again and again
smiled in his sleep.'
'I have never seen him do that,' said the
princess. 'But what have
you done with the crown, Curdie?'
'Look,' said Curdie, moving away from the bedside.
Irene followed him - and there, in the middle of the floor, she saw
a strange sight. Lina lay at full length, fast asleep, her tail
stretched out straight behind her and her forelegs before her:
between the two paws meeting in front of it, her nose just touching
it behind, glowed and flashed the crown, like a nest of the humming
birds of heaven.
Irene gazed, and looked up with a smile.
'But what if the thief were to come, and she not to wake?' she
said. 'Shall I try her?' And as she spoke she stooped toward the
crown.
'No, no, no!' cried Curdie, terrified. 'She would
frighten you out
of your wits. I would do it to show you, but she would wake your
father. You have no
conception with what a roar she would spring
at my
throat. But you shall see how
lightly she wakes the moment
I speak to her. Lina!'
She was on her feet the same
instant, with her great tail sticking
out straight behind her, just as it had been lying.
'Good dog!' said the
princess, and patted her head. Lina wagged
her tail
solemnly, like the boom of an anchored sloop. Irene took
the crown, and laid it where the king would see it when he woke.
'Now, Princess,' said Curdie, 'I must leave you for a few minutes.
You must bolt the door, please, and not open it to any one.'
Away to the
cellar he went with Lina,
taking care, as they passed
through the servants' hall, to get her a good breakfast. In about
one minute she had eaten what he gave her, and looked up in his
face: it was not more she wanted, but work. So out of the
cellarthey went through the passage, and Curdie into the
dungeon, where
he pulled up Lina, opened the door, let her out, and shut it again
behind her. As he reached the door of the king's
chamber, Lina was
flying out of the gate of Gwyntystorm as fast as her
mighty legs
could carry her.
'What's come to the wench?' growled the menservants one to another,
when the
chambermaid appeared among them the next morning. There
was something in her face which they could not understand, and did
not like.
'Are we all dirt?' they said. 'What are you thinking about? Have
you seen yourself in the glass this morning, miss?'
She made no answer.
'Do you want to be treated as you
deserve, or will you speak, you
hussy?' said the first woman-cook. 'I would fain know what right
you have to put on a face like that!'
'You won't believe me,' said the girl.
'Of course not. What is it?'
'I must tell you, whether you believe me or not,' she said.
'of course you must.'
'It is this, then: if you do not
repent of your bad ways, you are
all going to be punished - all turned out of the palace together.'
'A
mighty punishment!' said the
butler. 'A good riddance, say I,
of the trouble of keeping minxes like you in order! And why, pray,
should we be turned out? What have I to
repent of now, your
holiness?'
'That you know best yourself,' said the girl.
'A pretty piece of insolence! How should I know, forsooth, what a
menial like you has got against me! There are people in this house
- oh! I'm not blind to their ways! - but every one for himself, say
I! Pray, Miss
judgement, who gave you such an impertinent message
to His Majesty's household?'
'One who is come to set things right in the king's house.'
'Right, indeed!' cried the
butler; but that moment the thought came
back to him of the roar he had heard in the
cellar, and he turned
pale and was silent.
The
steward took it up next.
'And pray, pretty prophetess,' he said, at
tempting to chuck her
under the chin, 'what have I got to
repent of?'
'That you know best yourself,' said the girl. 'You have but to
look into your books or your heart.'
'Can you tell me, then, what I have to
repent of?' said the groom
of the
chambers. 'That you know best yourself,' said the girl once
more. 'The person who told me to tell you said the servants of
this house had to
repent of thieving, and lying, and unkindness,
and drinking; and they will be made to
repent of them one way, if
they don't do it of themselves another.'
Then arose a great hubbub; for by this time all the servants in the
house were gathered about her, and all talked together, in towering
indignation.
'Thieving, indeed!' cried one. 'A pretty word in a house where
everything is left lying about in a shameless way,
tempting poor
innocent girls! A house where nobody cares for anything, or has
the least respect to the value of property!'
'I suppose you envy me this
brooch of mine,' said another. 'There
was just a half sheet of note paper about it, not a scrap more, in
a
drawer that's always open in the
writing table in the study!
What sort of a place is that for a jewel? Can you call it stealing
to take a thing from such a place as that? Nobody cared a straw
about it. it might as well have been in the dust hole! If it had
been locked up - then, to be sure!'
'Drinking!' said the chief
porter, with a husky laugh. 'And who
wouldn't drink when he had a chance? Or who would
repent it,
except that the drink was gone? Tell me that, Miss Innocence.'
'Lying!' said a great,
coarsefootman. 'I suppose you mean when I
told you
yesterday you were a pretty girl when you didn't pout?
Lying, indeed! Tell us something worth
repenting of! Lying is the
way of Gwyntystorm. You should have heard Jabez lying to the cook
last night! He wanted a sweetbread for his pup, and pretended it
was for the
princess! Ha! ha! ha!'
'Unkindness! I wonder who's unkind! Going and listening to any
stranger against her fellow servants, and then bringing back his
wicked words to trouble them!' said the oldest and worst of the
housemaids. 'One of ourselves, too! Come, you hypocrite! This is
all an
invention of yours and your young man's, to take your
revenge of us because we found you out in a lie last night. Tell
true now: wasn't it the same that stole the loaf and the pie that
sent you with the impudent message?'