|The Princess and Curdie|
|by George MacDonald|
|Sequel to The Princess and the Goblin in which Curdie travels to Gwyntystorm, the capital city, with many adventures along the way. There he finds a group of corrupt courtiers plotting to seize the throne. With the aid of Lina, a curious monster, and forty-nine other strange animals, he clears the palaces of these conspirators, eventually marrying the princess and becoming heir to the kingdom. In the sphere of fantasy, author George MacDonald has few equals, and his rare touch of many aspects of life invariably gives to his stories a deeper meaning of the highest value. Ages 7-10 |
 AS soon as they were gone, Curdie brought the creatures back to the servants' hall, and told them to eat up
everything on the table. it was a sight to see them all standing round it—except such as had to get upon
it—eating and drinking, each after its fashion, without a smile, or a word, or a glance of fellowship in
the act. A very few moments served to make everything eatable vanish, and then Curdie requested them to clean
house, and the page who stood by to assist them.
Every one set about it except Ballbody: he could do nothing at cleaning, for the more he rolled, the more he
spread the dirt. Curdie was curious to know what he had been, and how he
 had come to be such as he was: but he could only conjecture that he was a gluttonous alderman whom nature had
treated homeopathically. And now there was such a cleaning and clearing out of neglected places, such a
burying and burning of refuse, such a rinsing of jugs, such a swilling of sinks, and such a flushing of drains
as would have delighted the eyes of all true housekeepers and lovers of cleanliness generally.
Curdie meantime was with the king, telling him all he had done. They had heard a little noise, but not much,
for he had told the avengers to repress outcry as much as possible; and they had seen to it that the more
anyone cried out the more he had to cry out upon, while the patient ones they scarcely hurt at all.
Having promised His Majesty and Her Royal Highness a good breakfast, Curdie now went to finish the business.
The courtiers must be dealt with. A few who were the worst, and the leaders of the rest, must be made examples
of; the others should be driven to the street.
He found the chiefs of the conspiracy holding a final consultation in the smaller room off the
 hall. These were the lord chamberlain, the attorney-general, the master of the horse, and the king's private
secretary: the lord chancellor and the rest, as foolish as faithless, were but the tools of these.
The housemaid had shown him a little closet, opening from a passage behind, where he could overhear all that
passed in that room; and now Curdie heard enough to understand that they had determined, in the dead of that
night, rather in the deepest dark before the morning, to bring a certain company of soldiers into the palace,
make away with the king, secure the princess, announce the sudden death of His Majesty, read as his the will
they had drawn up, and proceed to govern the country at their ease, and with results: they would at once levy
severer taxes, and pick a quarrel with the most powerful of their neighbours. Everything settled, they agreed
to retire, and have a few hours' quiet sleep first—all but the secretary, who was to sit up and call
them at the proper moment. Curdie allowed them half an hour to get to bed, and then set about completing his
purgation of the palace.
First he called Lina, and opened the door of
 the room where the secretary sat. She crept in, and laid herself down against it. When the secretary, rising
to stretch his legs, caught sight of her eyes, he stood frozen with terror. She made neither motion nor sound.
Gathering courage, and taking the thing for a spectral illusion, he made a step forward. She showed her other
teeth, with a growl neither more than audible nor less than horrible. The secretary sank fainting into a
chair. He was not a brave man, and besides, his conscience had gone over to the enemy, and was sitting against
the door by Lina.
To the lord chamberlain's door next, Curdie conducted the legserpent, and let him in.
Now His Lordship had had a bedstead made for himself, sweetly fashioned of rods of silver gilt: upon it the
legserpent found him asleep, and under it he crept. But out he came on the other side, and crept over it next,
and again under it, and so over it, under it, over it, five or six times, every time leaving a coil of himself
behind him, until he had softly folded all his length about the lord chamberlain and his bed. This done, he
set up his head, looking down with curved neck right over His Lordship's, and began to hiss in his face.
 He woke in terror unspeakable, and would have started up but the moment he moved, the legserpent drew his
coils closer, and closer still, and drew and drew until the quaking traitor heard the joints of his bedstead
grinding and gnarring. Presently he persuaded himself that it was only a horrid nightmare, and began to
struggle with all his strength to throw it off. Thereupon the legserpent gave his hooked nose such a bite that
his teeth met through it—but it was hardly thicker than the bowl of a spoon; and then the vulture knew
that he was in the grasp of his enemy the snake, and yielded.
As soon as he was quiet the legserpent began to untwist and retwist, to uncoil and recoil himself, swinging
and swaying, knotting and relaxing himself with strangest curves and convolutions, always, however, leaving at
least one coil around his victim. At last he undid himself entirely, and crept from the bed. Then first the
lord chamberlain discovered that his tormentor had bent and twisted the bedstead, legs and canopy and all, so
about him that he was shut in a silver cage out of which it was impossible for him to find a way. Once more,
thinking his enemy was gone, he began to shout for help.
 But the instant he opened his mouth his keeper darted at him and bit him, and after three or four such essays,
he lay still.
The master of the horse Curdie gave in charge to the tapir. When the soldier saw him enter—for he was
not yet asleep—he sprang from his bed, and flew at him with his sword. But the creature's hide was
invulnerable to his blows, and he pecked at his legs with his proboscis until he jumped into bed again,
groaning, and covered himself up; after which the tapir contented himself with now and then paying a visit to
As for the attorney-general, Curdie led to his door a huge spider, about two feet long in the body, which,
having made an excellent supper, was full of webbing. The attorney-general had not gone to bed, but sat in a
chair asleep before a great mirror. He had been trying the effect of a diamond star which he had that morning
taken from the jewel room. When he woke he fancied himself paralysed; every limb, every finger even, was
motionless: coils and coils of broad spider ribbon bandaged his members to his body, and all to the chair. In
the glass he saw himself wound about
 with slavery infinite. On a footstool a yard off sat the spider glaring at him.
Clubhead had mounted guard over the butler, where he lay tied hand and foot under the third cask. From that
cask he had seen the wine run into a great bath, and therein he expected to be drowned. The doctor, with his
crushed leg, needed no one to guard him.
ON A FOOTSTOOL, A YARD OFF SAT THE SPIDER GLARING AT HIM.
And now Curdie proceeded to the expulsion of the rest. Great men or underlings, he treated them all alike.
From room to room over the house he went, and sleeping or waking took the man by the hand. Such was the state
to which a year of wicked rule had reduced the moral condition of the court, that in it all he found but three
with human hands. The possessors of these he allowed to dress themselves and depart in peace. When they
perceived his mission, and how he was backed, they yielded.
Then commenced a general hunt, to clear the house of the vermin. Out of their beds in their night clothing,
out of their rooms, gorgeous chambers or garret nooks, the creatures hunted them. Not one was allowed to
escape. Tumult and noise there was little, for fear was too deadly
 for outcry. Ferreting them out everywhere, following them upstairs and downstairs, yielding no instant of
repose except upon the way out, the avengers persecuted the miscreants, until the last of them was shivering
outside the palace gates, with hardly sense enough left to know where to turn.
When they set out to look for shelter, they found every inn full of the servants expelled before them, and not
one would yield his place to a superior suddenly levelled with himself. Most houses refused to admit them on
the ground of the wickedness that must have drawn on them such a punishment; and not a few would have been
left in the streets all night, had not Derba, roused by the vain entreaties at the doors on each side of her
cottage, opened hers, and given up everything to them. The lord chancellor was only too glad to share a
mattress with a stableboy, and steal his bare feet under his jacket.
In the morning Curdie appeared, and the outcasts were in terror, thinking he had come after them again. But he
took no notice of them: his object was to request Derba to go to the palace: the king required her services.
She need take
 no trouble about her cottage, he said; the palace was henceforward her home: she was the king's chatelaine
over men and maidens of his household. And this very morning she must cook His Majesty a nice breakfast.
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