"They had some of their horrible creatures with them too, and I must
confess I was dreadfully frightened. They had torn my clothes very much,
and I was afraid they were going to tear myself to pieces, when suddenly
a great white soft light shone upon me. I looked up. A broad ray, like a
shining road, came down from a large globe of silvery light, not very
high up, indeed not quite so high as the horizon--so it could not have
been a new star or another moon or anything of that sort. The cobs
dropped persecuting me, and looked dazed, and I thought they were going
to run away, but presently they began again. The same moment, however,
down the path from the globe of light came a bird, shining like silver
in the sun. It gave a few rapid flaps first, and then, with its wings
straight out, shot sliding down the slope of the light. It looked to me
just like a white pigeon. But whatever it was, when the cobs caught
sight of it coming straight down upon them, they took to their heels and
scampered away across the mountain, leaving me safe, only much
frightened. As soon as it had sent them off, the bird went gliding again
up the light, and just at the moment it reached the globe, the light
disappeared, just the same as if a shutter had been closed over a
window, and I saw it no more. But I had no more trouble with the cobs
that night, or at any time afterward."
"How strange!" exclaimed Curdie.
"Yes, it is strange; but I can't help believing it, whether you do or
not," said his mother.
"It's exactly as your mother told it to me the very next morning," said
his father.
"You don't think I'm doubting my own mother!" cried Curdie.
"There are other people in the world quite as well worth believing as
your own mother," said his mother. "I don't know that she's so much the
fitter to be believed that she happens to be _your_ mother, Mr. Curdie.
There are mothers far more likely to tell lies than that little girl I
saw talking to the primroses a few weeks ago. If she were to lie I
should begin to doubt my own word."
"But princesses _have_ told lies as well as other people," said Curdie.
"Yes, but not princesses like that child. She's a good girl, I am
certain, and that's more than being a princess. Depend upon it you will
have to be sorry for behaving so to her, Curdie. You ought at least to
have held your tongue."
"I am sorry now," answered Curdie.
"You ought to go and tell her so, then."
"I don't see how I could manage that. They wouldn't let a miner boy like
me have a word with her alone; and I couldn't tell her before that nurse
of hers. She'd be asking ever so many questions, and I don't know how
many of them the little princess would like me to answer. She told me
that Lootie didn't know anything about her coming to get me out of the
mountain. I am certain she would have prevented her somehow if she had
known it. But I may have a chance before long, and meantime I must try
to do something for her. I think, father, I have got on the track at
last."
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