|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 |
 AT the cottage in the mountain everything for a time went on just as before. It was indeed dull without
Curdie, but as often as they looked at the emerald it was gloriously green, and with nothing to fear or
regret, and everything to hope, they required little comforting. One morning, however, at last, Peter, who had
been consulting the gem, rather now from habit than anxiety, as a farmer his barometer in undoubtful weather,
turned suddenly to his wife, the stone in his hand, and held it up with a look of ghastly dismay.
"Why, that's never the emerald!" said Joan.
"It is," answered Peter; "but it were small blame to any one that took it for a bit of bottle glass!"
 For, all save one spot right in the centre, of intensest and most brilliant green, it looked as if the colour
had been burnt out of it.
"Run, run, Peter!" cried his wife. "Run and tell the old princess. it may not be too late. The boy must be
lying at death's door."
Without a word Peter caught up his mattock, darted from the cottage, and was at the bottom of the hill in less
time than he usually took to get halfway.
The door of the king's house stood open; he rushed in and up the stair. But after wandering about in vain for
an hour, opening door after door, and finding no way farther up, the heart of the old man had well-nigh failed
him. Empty rooms, empty rooms!—desertion and desolation everywhere.
At last he did come upon the door to the tower stair. Up he darted. Arrived at the top, he found three doors,
and, one after the other, knocked at them all. But there was neither voice nor hearing. Urged by his faith and
his dread, slowly, hesitatingly, he opened one. It revealed a bare garret room, nothing in it but one chair
and one spinning wheel. He closed it, and opened the next—to start back in terror, for he
 saw nothing but a great gulf, a moonless night, full of stars, and, for all the stars, dark, dark!—a
fathomless abyss. He opened the third door, and a rush like the tide of a living sea invaded his ears.
Multitudinous wings flapped and flashed in the sun, and, like the ascending column from a volcano, white birds
innumerable shot into the air, darkening the day with the shadow of their cloud, and then, with a sharp sweep,
as if bent sideways by a sudden wind, flew northward, swiftly away, and vanished. The place felt like a tomb.
There seemed no breath of life left in it.
Despair laid hold upon him; he rushed down thundering with heavy feet. Out upon him darted the housekeeper
like an ogress-spider, and after her came her men; but Peter rushed past them, heedless and careless—for
had not the princess mocked him?—and sped along the road to Gwyntystorm. What help lay in a miner's
mattock, a man's arm, a father's heart, he would bear to his boy.
Joan sat up all night waiting his return, hoping and hoping. The mountain was very still, and the sky was
clear; but all night long the miner sped northward, and the heart of his wife was troubled.
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