|The Princess and the Goblin|
|by George MacDonald|
|A marvelous tale of how the princess and Curdie, with the help of the great-great-grandmother, overcome the wicked goblins of the mountain. 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. A contemporary writes of The Princess and the Goblin: "It is a graceful story, full of romance and adventure, with a deep meaning underlying the beauty of the surface, which gives it the life and mystery which forms the subtle charm MacDonald weaves into all his works, especially those for the young. Faith in that which is invisible, and the courage of that which we believe, are what he tries to teach. He speaks with a tender, earnest eloquence which draws a response from the reader, like music from the harp of a master minstrel." Ages 7-10 |
HE same moment her nurse came into the room, sobbing. When she
saw her sitting there she started back with a loud cry of amazement
and joy. Then running to her, she caught her in her arms and
covered her with kisses.
"My precious darling princess! where have you been? What has
happened to you? We've all been crying our eyes out, and searching
the house from top to bottom for you."
"Not quite from the top," thought Irene to herself; and she might
have added, "not quite to the bottom", perhaps, if she had known
all. But the one she would not, and the other she could not say.
"Oh, Lootie! I've had such a dreadful adventure!" she replied, and
told her all about the cat with the long legs, and how she ran out
 mountain, and came back again. But she said nothing of
her grandmother or her lamp.
"And there we've been searching for you all over the house for more
than an hour and a half!" exclaimed the nurse. "But that's no
matter, now we've got you! Only, princess, I must say," she added,
her mood changing, "what you ought to have done was to call for
your own Lootie to come and help you, instead of running out of the
house, and up the mountain, in that wild—I must say, foolish
"Well, Lootie," said Irene quietly, "perhaps if you had a big cat,
all legs, running at you, you might not exactly know what was the
wisest thing to do at the moment."
"I wouldn't run up the mountain, anyhow," returned Lootie.
"Not if you had time to think about it. But when those creatures
came at you that night on the mountain, you were so frightened
yourself that you lost your way home."
This put a stop to Lootie's reproaches. She had been on the point
of saying that the long-legged cat must have been a twilight fancy
of the princess's, but the memory of the horrors of that
 night, and
of the talking-to which the king had given her in consequence,
prevented her from saying what after all she did not half believe—having
a strong suspicion that the cat was a goblin; for she knew
nothing of the difference between the goblins and their creatures:
she counted them all just goblins.
Without another word she went and got some fresh tea and bread and
butter for the princess. Before she returned, the whole household,
headed by the housekeeper, burst into the nursery to exult over
their darling. The gentlemen-at-arms followed, and were ready
enough to believe all she told them about the long-legged cat.
Indeed, though wise enough to say nothing about it, they
remembered, with no little horror, just such a creature amongst
those they had surprised at their gambols upon the princess's lawn.
In their own hearts they blamed themselves for not having kept
better watch. And their captain gave orders that from this night
the front door and all the windows on the ground floor should be
locked immediately the sun set, and opened after upon no pretence
whatever. The men-at-arms
redou-  bled their vigilance, and for some time there was no further cause of alarm.
When the princess woke the next morning, her nurse was bending over
her. "How your ring does glow this morning, princess!—just like
a fiery rose!" she said.
"Does it, Lootie?" returned Irene. "Who gave me the ring, Lootie?
I know I've had it a long time, but where did I get it? I don't
"WHO GAVE ME THE RING, LOOTIE?"
"I think it must have been your mother gave it you, princess; but
really, for as long as you have worn it, I don't remember that ever
I heard," answered her nurse.
"I will ask my king-papa the next time he comes," said Irene.
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