<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>THE GOBLINS IN THE KING'S HOUSE</div>
<div class='cap'>WHEN Curdie fell asleep he began at once to dream.
He thought he was ascending the mountain-side
from the mouth of the mine, whistling and singing
"<i>Ring, dod, bang!</i>" when he came upon a woman and child who
were lost; and from that point he went on dreaming all that
had happened since he met the princess and Lootie; how he
had watched the goblins, and been taken by them, how he had
been rescued by the princess; everything indeed, until he was
wounded, and imprisoned by the men-at-arms. And now he
thought he was lying wide awake where they had laid him,
when suddenly he heard a great thundering sound.</div>
<p>"The cobs are coming!" he said. "They didn't believe a
word I told them! The cobs'll be carrying off the princess
from under their stupid noses! But they sha'n't! that they
sha'n't!"</p>
<p>He jumped up, as he thought, and began to dress, but, to his
dismay, found that he was still lying in bed.</p>
<p>"Now then I will!" he said. "Here goes! I <i>am</i> up now!"</p>
<p>But yet again he found himself snug in bed. Twenty times
he tried, and twenty times he failed; for in fact he was not
awake, only dreaming that he was. At length in an agony of
despair, fancying he heard the goblins all over the house, he
gave a great cry. Then there came, as he thought, a hand
upon the lock of the door. It opened, and, looking up, he saw a
lady with white hair, carrying a silver box in her hand, enter<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</SPAN></span>
the room. She came to his bed, he thought, stroked his head
and face with cool, soft hands, took the dressing from his leg,
rubbed it with something that smelled like roses, and then
waved her hands over him three times. At the last wave of her
hands everything vanished, he felt himself sinking into the
profoundest slumber, and remembered nothing more until he
awoke in earnest.</p>
<p>The setting moon was throwing a feeble light through the
casement, and the house was full of uproar. There was soft
heavy multitudinous stamping, a clashing and clanging of
weapons, the voices of men and the cries of women, mixed
with a hideous bellowing, which sounded victorious. The cobs
were in the house! He sprang from his bed, hurried on some
of his clothes, not forgetting his shoes, which were armed with
nails; then spying an old hunting-knife, or short sword, hanging
on the wall, he caught it, and rushed down the stairs,
guided by the sounds of strife, which grew louder and louder.</p>
<p>When he reached the ground floor he found the whole place
swarming. All the goblins of the mountain seemed gathered
there. He rushed amongst them, shouting—</p>
<div class='poem'>
"One, two,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Hit and hew!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Three, four,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Blast and bore!"</span><br/></div>
<div class='unindent'>and with every rhyme he came down a great stamp upon a
foot, cutting at the same time at their faces—executing, indeed,
a sword dance of the wildest description. Away scattered
the goblins in every direction,—into closets, upstairs, into
chimneys, up on rafters, and down to the cellars. Curdie<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</SPAN></span>
went on stamping and slashing and singing, but saw nothing
of the people of the house until he came to the great hall, in
which, the moment he entered it, arose a great goblin shout.
The last of the men-at-arms, the captain himself, was on the
floor, buried beneath a wallowing crowd of goblins. For, while
each knight was busy defending himself as well as he could,
by stabs in the thick bodies of the goblins, for he had soon
found their heads all but invulnerable, the queen had attacked
his legs and feet with her horrible granite shoe, and he was soon
down; but the captain had got his back to the wall and stood
out longer. The goblins would have torn them all to pieces,
but the king had given orders to carry them away alive, and
over each of them, in twelve groups, was standing a knot of
goblins, while as many as could find room were sitting upon
their prostrate bodies.</div>
<p>Curdie burst in dancing and gyrating and stamping and
singing like a small incarnate whirlwind,</p>
<div class='poem'>
"Where 'tis all a hole, sir,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Never can be holes:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Why should their shoes have soles, sir,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When they've got no souls?</span><br/>
<br/>
"But she upon her foot, sir,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Has a granite shoe:</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The strongest leather boot, sir,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Six would soon be through."</span><br/></div>
<p>The queen gave a howl of rage and dismay; and before she
recovered her presence of mind, Curdie, having begun with
the group nearest him, had eleven of the knights on their legs
again.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Stamp on their feet!" he cried, as each man rose, and in a
few minutes the hall was nearly empty, the goblins running
from it as fast as they could, howling and shrieking and limping,
and cowering every now and then as they ran to cuddle
their wounded feet in their hard hands, or to protect them
from the frightful stamp-stamp of the armed men.</p>
<p>And now Curdie approached the group which, trusting in
the queen and her shoe, kept their guard over the prostrate
captain. The king sat on the captain's head, but the queen
stood in front, like an infuriated cat, with her perpendicular
eyes gleaming green, and her hair standing half up from her
horrid head. Her heart was quaking, however, and she kept
moving about her skin-shod foot with nervous apprehension.
When Curdie was within a few paces, she rushed at him,
made one tremendous stamp at his opposing foot, which happily
he withdrew in time, and caught him round the waist, to
dash him on the marble floor. But just as she caught him,
he came down with all the weight of his iron-shod shoe upon
her skin-shod foot, and with a hideous howl she dropped him,
squatted on the floor and took her foot in both her hands.
Meanwhile the rest rushed on the king and the bodyguard sent
them flying, and lifted the prostrate captain, who was all but
pressed to death. It was some moments before he recovered
breath and consciousness.</p>
<p>"Where's the princess?" cried Curdie again and again.</p>
<p>No one knew, and off they all rushed in search of her.</p>
<p>Through every room in the house they went, but nowhere
was she to be found. Neither was one of the servants to be
seen. But Curdie, who had kept to the lower part of the<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</SPAN></span>
house, which was now quiet enough, began to hear a confused
sound as of a distant hubbub, and set out to find where it
came from. The noise grew as his sharp ears guided him to a
stair and so to the wine cellar. It was full of goblins, whom
the butler was supplying with wine as fast as he could draw it.</p>
<p>While the queen and her party had encountered the men-at-arms,
Harelip with another company had gone off to search
the house. They captured every one they met, and when
they could find no more, they hurried away to carry them safe
to the caverns below. But when the butler, who was amongst
them, found that their path lay through the wine cellar, he
bethought himself of persuading them to taste the wine, and,
as he had hoped, they no sooner tasted than they wanted
more. The routed goblins, on their way below, joined them,
and when Curdie entered, they were all, with outstretched
hands, in which were vessels of every description, from sauce-pan
to silver cup, pressing around the butler, who sat at the
tap of a huge cask, filling and filling. Curdie cast one glance
around the place before commencing his attack, and saw in the
farthest corner a terrified group of the domestics unwatched,
but cowering without courage to attempt their escape.
Amongst them was the terror-stricken face of Lootie; but
nowhere could he see the princess. Seized with the horrible
conviction that Harelip had already carried her off, he rushed
amongst them, unable for wrath to sing any more, but stamping
and cutting with greater fury than ever.</p>
<p>"Stamp on their feet; stamp on their feet!" he shouted, and
in a moment the goblins were disappearing through the hole in
the floor like rats and mice.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>They could not vanish so fast, however, but that many
more goblin feet had to go limping back over the underground
ways of the mountain that morning.</p>
<p>Presently however they were reinforced from above by the
king and his party, with the redoubtable queen at their head.
Finding Curdie again busy amongst her unfortunate subjects,
she rushed at him once more with the rage of despair, and this
time gave him a bad bruise on the foot. Then a regular stamping
fight got up between them, Curdie with the point of his
hunting knife keeping her from clasping her mighty arms
about him, as he watched his opportunity of getting once
more a good stamp at her skin-shod foot. But the queen was
more wary as well as more agile than hitherto.</p>
<p>The rest meantime, finding their adversary thus matched
for the moment, paused in their headlong hurry, and turned to
the shivering group of women in the corner. As if determined
to emulate his father and have a sun-woman of some
sort to share his future throne. Harelip rushed at them, caught
up Lootie and sped with her to the hole. She gave a great
shriek, and Curdie heard her, and saw the plight she was in.
Gathering all his strength, he gave the queen a sudden cut
across the face with his weapon, came down, as she started
back, with all his weight on the proper foot, and sprang to
Lootie's rescue. The prince had two defenceless feet, and on
both of them Curdie stamped just as he reached the hole. He
dropped his burden and rolled shrieking into the earth.
Curdie made one stab at him as he disappeared, caught hold of
the senseless Lootie, and having dragged her back to the corner,
there mounted guard over her, preparing once more to encounter<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</SPAN></span>
the queen. Her face streaming with blood, and her
eyes flashing green lightning through it, she came on with
her mouth open and her teeth grinning like a tiger's, followed
by the king and her bodyguard of the thickest goblins. But
the same moment in rushed the captain and his men, and ran
at them stamping furiously. They dared not encounter such
an onset. Away they scurried, the queen foremost. Of course
the right thing would have been to take the king and queen
prisoners, and hold them hostages for the princess, but they
were so anxious to find her that no one thought of detaining
them until it was too late.</p>
<p>Having thus rescued the servants, they set about searching
the house once more. None of them could give the least information
concerning the princess. Lootie was almost silly
with terror, and although scarcely able to walk, would not
leave Curdie's side for a single moment. Again he allowed the
others to search the rest of the house—where, except a dismayed
goblin lurking here and there, they found no one—while
he requested Lootie to take him to the princess's room.
She was as submissive and obedient as if he had been the king.
He found the bed-clothes tossed about, and most of them on
the floor, while the princess's garments were scattered all over
the room, which was in the greatest confusion. It was only too
evident that the goblins had been there, and Curdie had no
longer any doubt that she had been carried off at the very
first of the inroad. With a pang of despair he saw how wrong
they had been in not securing the king and queen and prince;
but he determined to find and rescue the princess as she had
found and rescued him, or meet the worst fate to which the
goblins could doom him.</p>
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