<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THAT NIGHT WEEK</div>
<div class='cap'>DURING the whole of the week, Irene had been thinking
every other moment of her promise to the old lady,
although even now she could not feel quite sure that
she had not been dreaming. Could it really be that an old
lady lived up in the top of the house with pigeons and a spinning-wheel,
and a lamp that never went out? She was, however,
none the less determined, on the coming Friday, to
ascend the three stairs, walk through the passages with the
many doors, and try to find the tower in which she had either
seen or dreamed her grandmother.</div>
<p>Her nurse could not help wondering what had come to the
child—she would sit so thoughtfully silent, and even in the
midst of a game with her, would so suddenly fall into a dreamy
mood. But Irene took care to betray nothing, whatever efforts
Lootie might make to get at her thoughts. And Lootie had
to say to herself, "What an odd child she is!" and give it up.</p>
<p>At length the long looked-for Friday arrived, and lest Lootie
should be moved to watch her, Irene endeavored to keep herself
as quiet as possible. In the afternoon she asked for her
doll's house, and went on arranging and rearranging the various
rooms and their inhabitants for a whole hour. Then she
gave a sigh and threw herself back in her chair. One of the
dolls would not sit, and another would not stand, and they
were all very tiresome. Indeed there was one that would not<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span>
even lie down, which was too bad. But it was now getting
dark, and the darker it got the more exited Irene became, and
the more she felt it necessary to be composed.</p>
<p>"I see you want your tea, princess," said the nurse: "I will
go and get it. The room feels close: I will open the window
a little. The evening is mild: it won't hurt you."</p>
<p>"There's no fear of that, Lootie," said Irene, wishing she
had put off going for the tea till it was darker, when she might
have made her attempt with every advantage.</p>
<p>I fancy Lootie was longer in returning than she had intended;
for when Irene, who had been lost in thought, looked up, she
saw it was nearly dark, and at the same moment caught sight
of a pair of eyes, bright with a green light, glowering at her
through the open window. The next instant something leaped
into the room. It was like a cat, with legs as long as a horse's,
Irene said, but its body no bigger and its legs no thicker than
those of a cat. She was too frightened to cry out, but not too
frightened to jump from her chair and run from the room.</p>
<p>It is plain enough to every one of my readers what she ought
to have done—and indeed Irene thought of it herself; but
when she came to the foot of the old stair, just outside the
nursery door, she imagined the creature running up those long
ascents after her, and pursuing her through the dark passages—<i>which,
after all, might lead to no tower!</i> That thought was
too much. Her heart failed her, and turning from the stair,
she rushed along to the hall, whence, finding the front-door
open, she darted into the court, pursued—at least she thought
so—by the creature. No one happening to see her, on she
ran, unable to think for fear, and ready to run anywhere to<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</SPAN></span>
elude the awful creature with the stilt-legs. Not daring to
look behind her, she rushed straight out of the gate, and up
the mountain. It was foolish indeed—thus to run farther and
farther from all who could help her, as if she had been seeking
a fit spot for the goblin-creature to eat her in at his leisure;
but that is the way fear serves us: it always takes the side of
the thing that we are afraid of.</p>
<p>The princess was soon out of breath with running up hill;
but she ran on, for she fancied the horrible creature just
behind her, forgetting that, had it been after her, such legs
as those must have overtaken her long ago. At last she
could run no longer, and fell, unable even to scream, by the
roadside, where she lay for sometime, half dead with terror.
But finding nothing lay hold of her, and her breath beginning
to come back, she ventured at length to get half up, and peer
anxiously about her. It was now so dark that she could see
nothing. Not a single star was out. She could not even tell
in what direction the house lay, and between her and home
she fancied the dreadful creature lying ready to pounce upon
her. She saw now that she ought to have run up the stairs at
once. It was well she did not scream; for, although very few
of the goblins had come out for weeks, a stray idler or two
might have heard her. She sat down upon a stone, and nobody
but one who had done something wrong could have been
more miserable. She had quite forgotten her promise to visit
her grandmother. A rain-drop fell on her face. She looked
up, and for a moment her terror was lost in astonishment. At
first she thought the rising moon had left her place, and drawn
nigh to see what could be the matter with the little girl, sitting<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</SPAN></span>
alone, without hat or cloak, on the dark bare mountain; but
she soon saw she was mistaken, for there was no light on the
ground at her feet, and no shadow anywhere. But a great
silvery globe was hanging in the air; and as she gazed at the
lovely thing, her courage revived. If she were but indoors
again she would fear nothing, not even the terrible creature
with the long legs! But how was she to find her way back?
What could that light be? Could it be—? No, it couldn't.
But what if it should be—yes—it must be—her great-great-grandmother's
lamp, which guided her pigeons home through
the darkest night! She jumped up: she had but to keep that
light in view, and she must find the house.</p>
<p>Her heart grew strong. Speedily, yet softly, she walked
down the hill, hoping to pass the watching creature unseen.
Dark as it was, there was little danger now of choosing the
wrong road. And—which was most strange—the light that
filled her eyes from the lamp, instead of blinding them for a
moment to the object upon which they next fell, enabled her
for a moment to see it, despite the darkness. By looking at
the lamp and then dropping her eyes, she could see the road
for a yard or two in front of her, and this saved her from several
falls, for the road was very rough. But all at once, to her
dismay, it vanished, and the terror of the beast, which had
left her the moment she began to return, again laid hold of
her heart. The same instant, however, she caught the light
of the windows, and knew exactly where she was. It was too
dark to run, but she made what haste she could, and reached
the gate in safety. She found the house door still open, ran
through the hall, and, without even looking into the nursery,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
bounded straight up the stair, and the next, and the next;
then turning to the right, ran through the long avenue of
silent rooms, and found her way at once to the door at the
foot of the tower stair.</p>
<p>When first the nurse missed her, she fancied she was playing
her a trick, and for some time took no trouble about her; but
at last, getting frightened, she had begun to search; and when
the princess entered, the whole household was hither and
thither, over the house, hunting for her. A few seconds after
she reached the stair of the tower, they had even begun to
search the neglected rooms, in which they would never have
thought of looking had they not already searched every other
place they could think of in vain. But by this time she was
knocking at the old lady's door.</p>
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