Children's stories; Fairy tales; Fantasy literature
Lina gave a howl that might have terrified an army, and crouched ready
to spring. The butchers turned and ran.
By this time a great crowd had gathered behind the butchers, and in it a
number of boys returning from school, who began to stone the strangers.
It was a way they had with man or beast they did not expect to make
anything by. One of the stones struck Lina; she caught it in her teeth
and crunched it that it fell in gravel from her mouth. Some of the
foremost of the crowd saw this, and it terrified them. They drew back;
the rest took fright from their retreat; the panic spread; and at last
the crowd scattered in all directions. They ran, and cried out, and said
the devil and his dam were come to Gwyntystorm. So Curdie and Lina were
left standing unmolested in the market-place. But the terror of them
spread throughout the city, and everybody began to shut and lock his
door, so that by the time the setting sun shone down the street, there
was not a shop left open, for fear of the devil and his horrible dam.
But all the upper windows within sight of them were crowded with heads
watching them where they stood lonely in the deserted market-place.
Curdie looked carefully all round, but could not see one open door. He
caught sight of the sign of an inn however, and laying down his mattock,
and telling Lina to take care of it, walked up to the door of it and
knocked. But the people in the house, instead of opening the door, threw
things at him from the windows. They would not listen to a word he
said, but sent him back to Lina with the blood running down his face.
When Lina saw that, she leaped up in a fury and was rushing at the
house, into which she would certainly have broken; but Curdie called
her, and made her lie down beside him while he bethought him what next
he should do.
"Lina," he said, "the people keep their gates open, but their houses and
their hearts shut."
As if she knew it was her presence that had brought this trouble upon
him, she rose, and went round and round him, purring like a tigress, and
rubbing herself against his legs.
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