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 HIS Majesty slept very quietly. The dawn had grown almost day, and still Curdie lingered, unwilling to disturb
At last, however, he called her, and she was in the room in a moment. She had slept, she said, and felt quite
fresh. Delighted to find her father still asleep, and so peacefully, she pushed her chair close to the bed,
and sat down with her hands in her lap.
Curdie got his mattock from where he had hidden it behind a great mirror, and went to the cellar, followed by
Lina. They took some breakfast with them as they passed through the hall, and as soon as they had eaten it
went out the back way.
 At the mouth of the passage Curdie seized the rope, drew himself up, pushed away the shutter, and entered the
dungeon. Then he swung the end of the rope to Lina, and she caught it in her teeth. When her master said,
"Now, Lina!" she gave a great spring, and he ran away with the end of the rope as fast as ever he could. And
such a spring had she made, that by the time he had to bear her weight she was within a few feet of the hole.
The instant she got a paw through, she was all through.
Apparently their enemies were waiting till hunger should have cowed them, for there was no sign of any attempt
having been made to open the door. A blow or two of Curdie's mattock drove the shattered lock clean from it,
and telling Lina to wait there till he came back, and let no one in, he walked out into the silent street, and
drew the door to behind them. He could hardly believe it was not yet a whole day since he had been thrown in
there with his hands tied at his back.
Down the town he went, walking in the middle of the street, that, if any one saw him, he might see he was not
afraid, and hesitate to rouse an
 attack on him. As to the dogs, ever since the death of their two companions, a shadow that looked like a
mattock was enough to make them scamper. As soon as he reached the archway of the city gate he turned to
reconnoitre the baker's shop, and perceiving no sign of movement, waited there watching for the first.
After about an hour, the door opened, and the baker's man appeared with a pail in his hand. He went to a pump
that stood in the street, and having filled his pail returned with it into the shop. Curdie stole after him,
found the door on the latch, opened it very gently, peeped in, saw nobody, and entered. Remembering perfectly
from what shelf the baker's wife had taken the loaf she said was the best, and seeing just one upon it, he
seized it, laid the price of it on the counter, and sped softly out, and up the street. Once more in the
dungeon beside Lina, his first thought was to fasten up the door again, which would have been easy, so many
iron fragments of all sorts and sizes lay about; but he bethought himself that if he left it as it was, and
they came to find him, they would conclude at once that they had made their escape by it, and would look no
 farther so as to discover the hole. He therefore merely pushed the door close and left it. Then once more
carefully arranging the earth behind the shutter, so that it should again fall with it, he returned to the
And now he had to convey the loaf to the princess. If he could venture to take it himself, well; if not, he
would send Lina. He crept to the door of the servants' hall, and found the sleepers beginning to stir. One
said it was time to go to bed; another, that he would go to the cellar instead, and have a mug of wine to
waken him up; while a third challenged a fourth to give him his revenge at some game or other.
"Oh, hang your losses!" answered his companion; "you'll soon pick up twice as much about the house, if you but
keep your eyes open."
Perceiving there would be risk in attempting to pass through, and reflecting that the porters in the great
hall would probably be awake also, Curdie went back to the cellar, took Irene's handkerchief with the loaf in
it, tied it round Lina's neck, and told her to take it to the princess.
Using every shadow and every shelter, Lina slid through the servants like a shapeless terror
 through a guilty mind, and so, by corridor and great hall, up the stair to the king's chamber.
Irene trembled a little when she saw her glide soundless in across the silent dusk of the morning, that
filtered through the heavy drapery of the windows, but she recovered herself at once when she saw the bundle
about her neck, for it both assured her of Curdie's safety, and gave her hope of her father's. She untied it
with joy, and Lina stole away, silent as she had come. Her joy was the greater that the king had waked up a
little before, and expressed a desire for food—not that he felt exactly hungry, he said, and yet he
wanted something. If only he might have a piece of nice fresh bread! Irene had no knife, but with eager hands
she broke a great piece from the loaf, and poured out a full glass of wine. The king ate and drank, enjoyed
the bread and the wine much, and instantly fell asleep again.
It was hours before the lazy people brought their breakfast. When it came, Irene crumbled a little about,
threw some into the fireplace, and managed to make the tray look just as usual.
In the meantime, down below in the cellar, Curdie was lying in the hollow between the upper
 sides of two of the great casks, the warmest place he could find. Lina was watching. She lay at his feet,
across the two casks, and did her best so to arrange her huge tail that it should be a warm coverlid for her
By and by Dr. Kelman called to see his patient; and now that Irene's eyes were opened, she saw clearly enough
that he was both annoyed and puzzled at finding His Majesty rather better. He pretended however to
congratulate him, saying he believed he was quite fit to see the lord chamberlain: he wanted his signature to
something important; only he must not strain his mind to understand it, whatever it might be: if His Majesty
did, he would not be answerable for the consequences. The king said he would see the lord chamberlain, and the
Then Irene gave him more bread and wine, and the king ate and drank, and smiled a feeble smile, the first real
one she had seen for many a day. He said he felt much better, and would soon be able to take matters into his
own hands again. He had a strange miserable feeling, he said, that things were going terribly wrong, although
he could not tell how. Then the princess told him
 that Curdie had come, and that at night, when all was quiet for nobody in the palace must know, he would pay
His Majesty a visit. Her great-great-grandmother had sent him, she said. The king looked strangely upon her,
but the strange look passed into a smile clearer than the first, and irene's heart throbbed with delight.