The creature rose, and, lifting a long foreleg, held up a great doglike paw to Curdie. He took it gently. But what a shudder, as of terrified delight, ran through him, when, instead of the paw of a dog, such as it seemed to his eyes, he clasped in his great mining fist the soft, neat little hand of a child! He took it in both of his, and held it as if he could not let it go. The green eyes stared at him with their yellow light, and the mouth was turned up toward him with its constant half grin; but here was the child's hand! If he could but pull the child out of the beast! His eyes sought the princess. She was watching him with evident satisfaction. 'Ma'am, here is a child's hand!' said Curdie. 'Your gift does more for you than it promised. It is yet better to perceive a hidden good than a hidden evil.' 'But,' began Curdie. 'I am not going to answer any more questions this evening,' interrupted the princess. 'You have not half got to the bottom of the answers I have already given you. That paw in your hand now might almost teach you the whole science of natural history--the heavenly sort, I mean.' 'I will think,' said Curdie. 'But oh! please! one word more: may I tell my father and mother all about it?' 'Certainly--though perhaps now it may be their turn to find it a little difficult to believe that things went just as you must tell them.' 'They shall see that I believe it all this time,' said Curdie. 'Tell them that tomorrow morning you must set out for the court--not like a great man, but just as poor as you are. They had better not speak about it. Tell them also that it will be a long time before they hear of you again, but they must not lose heart. And tell your father to lay that stone I gave him at night in a safe place--not because of the greatness of its price, although it is such an emerald as no prince has in his crown, but because it will be a news-bearer between you and him. As often as he gets at all anxious about you, he must take it and lay it in the fire, and leave it there when he goes to bed. In the morning he must find it in the ashes, and if it be as green as ever, then all goes well with you; if it have lost colour, things go ill with you; but if it be very pale indeed, then you are in great danger, and he must come to me.' 'Yes, ma'am,' said Curdie. 'Please, am I to go now?' 'Yes,' answered the princess, and held out her hand to him. Curdie took it, trembling with joy. It was a very beautiful hand--not small, very smooth, but not very soft--and just the same to his fire-taught touch that it was to his eyes. He would have stood there all night holding it if she had not gently withdrawn it. 'I will provide you a servant,' she said, 'for your journey and to wait upon you afterward.'