<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>CURDIE'S GUIDE</div>
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<span class="caption">There sat his mother by the fire, and in her arms lay the princess fast asleep.</span></div>
<div class='cap'>JUST as the consolation of this resolve dawned upon his
mind, and he was turning away for the cellar to follow
the goblins into their hole, something touched his hand.
It was the slightest touch, and when he looked he could see
nothing. Feeling and peering about in the gray of the dawn,
his fingers came upon a tight thread. He looked again, and
narrowly, but still could see nothing. It flashed upon him
that this must be the princess's thread. Without saying a
word, for he knew no one would believe him any more than he
had believed the princess, he followed the thread with his
finger, contrived to give Lootie the slip, and was soon out of the
house, and on the mountain-side—surprised that, if the thread
were indeed her grandmother's messenger, it should have led
the princess, as he supposed it must, into the mountain, where
she would be certain to meet the goblins rushing back enraged
from their defeat. But he hurried on in the hope of overtaking
her first. When he arrived however at the place where the
path turned off for the mine, he found that the thread did not
turn with it, but went straight up the mountain. Could it be
that the thread was leading him home to his mother's cottage?
Could the princess be there? He bounded up the mountain
like one of its own goats, and before the sun was up, the
thread had brought him indeed to his mother's door. There<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</SPAN></span>
it vanished from his fingers, and he could not find it, search as
he might.</div>
<p>The door was on the latch, and he entered. There sat his
mother by the fire, and in her arms lay the princess fast
asleep.</p>
<p>"Hush, Curdie!" said his mother. "Do not wake her. I'm
so glad you're come! I thought the cobs must have got you
again!"</p>
<p>With a heart full of delight, Curdie sat down at a corner of
the hearth, on a stool opposite his mother's chair, and gazed
at the princess, who slept as peacefully as if she had been in
her own bed. All at once she opened her eyes and fixed them
on him.</p>
<p>"Oh, Curdie! you're come!" she said quietly. "I thought
you would!"</p>
<p>Curdie rose and stood before her with downcast eyes.</p>
<p>"Irene," he said, "I am very sorry I did not believe you."</p>
<p>"Oh, never mind, Curdie!" answered the princess. "You
couldn't, you know. You do believe me now, don't you?"</p>
<p>"I can't help it now. I ought to have helped it before."</p>
<p>"Why can't you help it now?"</p>
<p>"Because, just as I was going into the mountain to look for
you, I got hold of your thread, and it brought me here."</p>
<p>"Then you've come from my house, have you?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I have."</p>
<p>"I didn't know you were there."</p>
<p>"I've been there two or three days, I believe."</p>
<p>"And I never knew it!—Then perhaps you can tell me why
my grandmother has brought me here? I can't think. Something<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</SPAN></span>
woke me—I didn't know what, but I was frightened, and
I felt for the thread, and there it was! I was more frightened
still when it brought me out on the mountain, for I thought
it was going to take me into it again, and I like the outside of
it best. I supposed you were in trouble again, and I had to
get you out, but it brought me here instead; and, oh, Curdie!
your mother has been so kind to me—just like my own grandmother!"</p>
<p>Here Curdie's mother gave the princess a hug, and the
princess turned and gave her a sweet smile, and held up her
mouth to kiss her.</p>
<p>"Then you didn't see the cobs?" asked Curdie.</p>
<p>"No; I haven't been into the mountain, I told you, Curdie."</p>
<p>"But the cobs have been into your house—all over it—and
into your bedroom making such a row!"</p>
<p>"What did they want there? It was very rude of them."</p>
<p>"They wanted you—to carry you off into the mountain
with them, for a wife to their Prince Harelip."</p>
<p>"Oh, how dreadful!" cried the princess, shuddering.</p>
<p>"But you needn't be afraid, you know. Your grandmother
takes care of you."</p>
<p>"Ah! you do believe in my grandmother then? I'm so glad!
She made me think you would some day."</p>
<p>All at once Curdie remembered his dream, and was silent,
thinking.</p>
<p>"But how did you come to be in my house, and me not
know it?" asked the princess.</p>
<p>Then Curdie had to explain everything—how he had
watched for her sake, how he had been wounded and shut up by<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</SPAN></span>
the soldiers, how he heard the noises and could not rise, and how
the beautiful old lady had come to him, and all that followed.</p>
<p>"Poor Curdie! to lie there hurt and ill, and me never to
know it!" exclaimed the princess, stroking his rough hand.
"I would not have hesitated to come and nurse you, if they
had told me."</p>
<p>"I didn't see you were lame," said his mother.</p>
<p>"Am I, mother? Oh—yes—I suppose I ought to be. I
declare I've never thought of it since I got up to go down
amongst the cobs!"</p>
<p>"Let me see the wound," said his mother.</p>
<p>He pulled down his stocking—when behold, except a great
scar, his leg was perfectly sound!</p>
<p>Curdie and his mother gazed in each other's eyes, full of
wonder, but Irene called out—</p>
<p>"I thought so, Curdie! I was sure it wasn't a dream. I was
sure my grandmother had been to see you.—Don't you smell
the roses? It was my grandmother healed your leg, and sent
you to help me."</p>
<p>"No, Princess Irene," said Curdie; "I wasn't good enough
to be allowed to help you: I didn't believe you. Your grandmother
took care of you without me."</p>
<p>"She sent you to help my people, anyhow. I wish my king-papa
would come. I do want so to tell him how good you
have been!"</p>
<p>"But," said the mother, "we are forgetting how frightened
your people must be.—You must take the princess home at
once, Curdie—or at least go and tell them where she is."</p>
<p>"Yes, mother. Only I'm dreadfully hungry. Do let me<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</SPAN></span>
have some breakfast first. They ought to have listened to
me, and then they wouldn't have been taken by surprise as
they were."</p>
<p>"That is true, Curdie; but it is not for you to blame them
much. You remember?"</p>
<p>"Yes, mother, I do. Only I must really have something
to eat."</p>
<p>"You shall, my boy—as fast as I can get it," said his
mother, rising and setting the princess on her chair.</p>
<p>But before his breakfast was ready, Curdie jumped up so
suddenly as to startle both his companions.</p>
<p>"Mother, mother!" he cried, "I was forgetting. You must
take the princess home yourself. I must go and wake my
father."</p>
<p>Without a word of explanation, he rushed to the place
where his father was sleeping. Having thoroughly roused him
with what he told him, he darted out of the cottage.</p>
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