<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2>
<p class="h2">JUDGMENT.</p>
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<p class="noin"><span style="font-weight:bold">HE</span>
king and his army returned, bringing
with them one prisoner only, the lord
chancellor. Curdie had dragged him from
under a fallen tent, not by the hand of a
man, but by the foot of a mule.</p>
<p>When they entered the city, it was still as the grave.
The citizens had fled home. "We must submit," they
cried, "or the king and his demons will destroy us."
The king rode through the streets in silence, ill-pleased
with his people. But he stopped his horse in the midst
of the market-place, and called, in a voice loud and clear
as the cry of a silver trumpet, "Go and find your own.
Bury your dead, and bring home your wounded." Then
he turned him gloomily to the palace.</p>
<p>Just as they reached the gates, Peter, who, as they went,
had been telling his tale to Curdie, ended it with the
words,—</p>
<p>"And so there I was, in the nick of time to save the
two princesses!"</p>
<p>"The <i>two</i> princesses, father! The one on the great
red horse was the housemaid," said Curdie, and ran to
open the gates for the king.</p>
<p>They found Derba returned before them, and already
busy preparing them food. The king put up his charger
with his own hands, rubbed him down, and fed him.</p>
<p>When they had washed, and eaten and drunk, he
called the colonel, and told Curdie and the page to
bring out the traitors and the beasts, and attend him
to the market-place.</p>
<p>By this time the people were crowding back into the
city, bearing their dead and wounded. And there was
lamentation in Gwyntystorm, for no one could comfort
himself, and no one had any to comfort him. The nation
was victorious, but the people were conquered.</p>
<p>The king stood in the centre of the market-place, upon
the steps of the ancient cross. He had laid aside his
helmet and put on his crown, but he stood all armed
beside, with his sword in his hand. He called the people
to him, and, for all the terror of the beasts, they dared
not disobey him. Those even, who were carrying their
wounded laid them down, and drew near trembling.</p>
<p>Then the king said to Curdie and the page,—</p>
<p>"Set the evil men before me."</p>
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<p class="caption"><i>To the body of the animal they bound the lord chamberlain, speechless
with horror.</i></p>
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<p>He looked upon them for a moment in mingled anger
and pity, then turned to the people and said,—</p>
<p>"Behold your trust! Ye slaves, behold your leaders!
I would have freed you, but ye would not be free. Now
shall ye be ruled with a rod of iron, that ye may learn
what freedom is, and love it and seek it. These wretches
I will send where they shall mislead you no longer."</p>
<p>He made a sign to Curdie, who immediately brought
up the leg serpent. To the body of the animal they
bound the lord chamberlain, speechless with horror.
The butler began to shriek and pray, but they bound him
on the back of Clubhead. One after another, upon the
largest of the creatures they bound the whole seven,
each through the unveiling terror looking the villain he
was. Then said the king,—</p>
<p>"I thank you, my good beasts; and I hope to visit
you ere long. Take these evil men with you, and go to
your place."</p>
<p>Like a whirlwind they were in the crowd, scattering it
like dust. Like hounds they rushed from the city, their
burdens howling and raving.</p>
<p>What became of them I have never heard.</p>
<p>Then the king turned once more to the people and
said, "Go to your houses;" nor vouchsafed them
another word. They crept home like chidden hounds.</p>
<p>The king returned to the palace. He made the
colonel a duke, and the page a knight, and Peter he
appointed general of all his mines. But to Curdie he
said,—</p>
<p>"You are my own boy, Curdie. My child cannot
choose but love you, and when you are both grown up—if
you both will—you shall marry each other, and be king
and queen when I am gone. Till then be the king's
Curdie."</p>
<p>Irene held out her arms to Curdie. He raised her in
his, and she kissed him.</p>
<p>"And my Curdie too!" she said.</p>
<p>Thereafter the people called him Prince Conrad; but
the king always called him either just <i>Curdie</i>, or <i>My
miner-boy</i>.</p>
<p>They sat down to supper, and Derba and the knight
and the housemaid waited, and Barbara sat on the king's
left hand. The housemaid poured out the wine; and as
she poured out for Curdie red wine that foamed in the
cup, as if glad to see the light whence it had been
banished so long, she looked him in the eyes. And
Curdie started, and sprang from his seat, and dropped
on his knees, and burst into tears. And the maid said
with a smile, such as none but one could smile,—</p>
<p>"Did I not tell you, Curdie, that it might be you
would not know me when next you saw me?"</p>
<p>Then she went from the room, and in a moment
returned in royal purple, with a crown of diamonds and
rubies, from under which her hair went flowing to the
floor, all about her ruby-slippered feet. Her face was
radiant with joy, the joy overshadowed by a faint mist
as of unfulfilment. The king rose and kneeled on one
knee before her. All kneeled in like homage. Then
the king would have yielded her his royal chair. But
she made them all sit down, and with her own hands
placed at the table seats for Derba and the page. Then
in ruby crown and royal purple she served them all.</p>
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