"Wait a minute, mother, dear. I told you that when I came upon the royal
family in the cave, they were talking of their prince--Harelip, they
called him--marrying a sun-woman--that means one of us--one with toes to
her feet. Now in the speech one of them made that night at their great
gathering, of which I heard only a part, he said that peace would be
secured for a generation at least by the pledge the prince would hold
for the good behavior of _her_ relatives: that's what he said, and he
must have meant the sun-woman the prince was to marry. I am quite sure
the king is much too proud to wish his son to marry any but a princess,
and much too knowing to fancy that his having a peasant woman for a wife
would be of any material advantage to them."
"I see what you are driving at now," said his mother.
"But," said his father, "the king would dig the mountain to the plain
before he would have his princess the wife of a cob, if he were ten
times a prince."
"Yes; but they think so much of themselves!" said his mother. "Small
creatures always do. The bantam is the proudest cock in my little yard."
"And I fancy," said Curdie, "if they once get her, they would tell the
king they would kill her except, he consented to the marriage."
"They might say so," said his father, "but they wouldn't kill her; they
would keep her alive for the sake of the hold it gave them over our
king. Whatever he did to them, they would threaten to do the same to the
princess."
"And they are bad enough to torment her just for their own amusement--I
know that," said his mother.
"Anyhow, I will keep a watch on them, and see what they are up to," said
Curdie. "It's too horrible to think of. I daren't let myself do it. But
they sha'n't have her--at least if I can help it. So, mother dear--my
clue is all right--will you get me a bit of paper and a pencil and a
lump of pease-pudding, and I will set out at once. I saw a place where I
can climb over the wall of the garden quite easily."
"You must mind and keep out of the way of the men on the watch," said
his mother.
"That I will. I don't want them to know anything about it. They would
spoil it all. The cobs would only try some other plan--they are such
obstinate creatures! I shall take good care, mother. They won't kill and
eat me either, if they should come upon me. So you needn't mind them."
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