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<h3> CHAPTER 17 </h3>
<h3> Springtime </h3>
<p>The spring so dear to all creatures, young and old, came at last, and
before the first few days of it had gone, the king rode through its
budding valleys to see his little daughter. He had been in a distant
part of his dominions all the winter, for he was not in the habit of
stopping in one great city, or of visiting only his favourite country
houses, but he moved from place to place, that all his people might
know him. Wherever he journeyed, he kept a constant look-out for the
ablest and best men to put into office; and wherever he found himself
mistaken, and those he had appointed incapable or unjust, he removed
them at once. Hence you see it was his care of the people that kept
him from seeing his princess so often as he would have liked. You may
wonder why he did not take her about with him; but there were several
reasons against his doing so, and I suspect her great-great-grandmother
had had a principal hand in preventing it. Once more Irene heard the
bugle-blast, and once more she was at the gate to meet her father as he
rode up on his great white horse.</p>
<p>After they had been alone for a little while, she thought of what she
had resolved to ask him.</p>
<p>'Please, king-papa,' she said, 'Will you tell me where I got this
pretty ring? I can't remember.'</p>
<p>The king looked at it. A strange beautiful smile spread like sunshine
over his face, and an answering smile, but at the same time a
questioning one, spread like moonlight over Irene's. 'It was your
queen-mamma's once,' he said.</p>
<p>'And why isn't it hers now?' asked Irene.</p>
<p>'She does not want it now,' said the king, looking grave.</p>
<p>'Why doesn't she want it now?'</p>
<p>'Because she's gone where all those rings are made.'</p>
<p>'And when shall I see her?' asked the princess.</p>
<p>'Not for some time yet,' answered the king, and the tears came into his
eyes.</p>
<p>Irene did not remember her mother and did not know why her father
looked so, and why the tears came in his eyes; but she put her arms
round his neck and kissed him, and asked no more questions.</p>
<p>The king was much disturbed on hearing the report of the
gentlemen-at-arms concerning the creatures they had seen; and I presume
would have taken Irene with him that very day, but for what the
presence of the ring on her finger assured him of. About an hour
before he left, Irene saw him go up the old stair; and he did not come
down again till they were just ready to start; and she thought with
herself that he had been up to see the old lady. When he went away he
left other six gentlemen behind him, that there might be six of them
always on guard.</p>
<p>And now, in the lovely spring weather, Irene was out on the mountain
the greater part of the day. In the warmer hollows there were lovely
primroses, and not so many that she ever got tired of them. As often
as she saw a new one opening an eye of light in the blind earth, she
would clap her hands with gladness, and unlike some children I know,
instead of pulling it, would touch it as tenderly as if it had been a
new baby, and, having made its acquaintance, would leave it as happy as
she found it. She treated the plants on which they grew like birds'
nests; every fresh flower was like a new little bird to her. She would
pay visits to all the flower-nests she knew, remembering each by
itself. She would go down on her hands and knees beside one and say:
'Good morning! Are you all smelling very sweet this morning?
Good-bye!' and then she would go to another nest, and say the same. It
was a favourite amusement with her. There were many flowers up and
down, and she loved them all, but the primroses were her favourites.</p>
<p>'They're not too shy, and they're not a bit forward,' she would say to
Lootie.</p>
<p>There were goats too about, over the mountain, and when the little kids
came she was as pleased with them as with the flowers. The goats
belonged to the miners mostly-a few of them to Curdie's mother; but
there were a good many wild ones that seemed to belong to nobody.
These the goblins counted theirs, and it was upon them partly that they
lived. They set snares and dug pits for them; and did not scruple to
take what tame ones happened to be caught; but they did not try to
steal them in any other manner, because they were afraid of the dogs
the hill-people kept to watch them, for the knowing dogs always tried
to bite their feet. But the goblins had a kind of sheep of their
own—very queer creatures, which they drove out to feed at night, and
the other goblin creatures were wise enough to keep good watch over
them, for they knew they should have their bones by and by.</p>
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