"And I never knew it!--Then perhaps you can tell me why my grandmother has brought me here? I can't think. Something woke me--I didn't know what, but I was frightened, and I felt for the thread, and there it was! I was more frightened still when it brought me out on the mountain, for I thought it was going to take me into it again, and I like the outside of it best. I supposed you were in trouble again, and I had to get you out, but it brought me here instead; and, oh, Curdie! your mother has been so kind to me--just like my own grandmother!" Here Curdie's mother gave the princess a hug, and the princess turned and gave her a sweet smile, and held up her mouth to kiss her. "Then you didn't see the cobs?" asked Curdie. "No; I haven't been into the mountain, I told you, Curdie." "But the cobs have been into your house--all over it--and into your bedroom making such a row!" "What did they want there? It was very rude of them." "They wanted you--to carry you off into the mountain with them, for a wife to their Prince Harelip." "Oh, how dreadful!" cried the princess, shuddering. "But you needn't be afraid, you know. Your grandmother takes care of you." "Ah! you do believe in my grandmother then? I'm so glad! She made me think you would some day." All at once Curdie remembered his dream, and was silent, thinking. "But how did you come to be in my house, and me not know it?" asked the princess. Then Curdie had to explain everything--how he had watched for her sake, how he had been wounded and shut up by the soldiers, how he heard the noises and could not rise, and how the beautiful old lady had come to him, and all that followed. "Poor Curdie! to lie there hurt and ill, and me never to know it!" exclaimed the princess, stroking his rough hand. "I would not have hesitated to come and nurse you, if they had told me." "I didn't see you were lame," said his mother. "Am I, mother? Oh--yes--I suppose I ought to be. I declare I've never thought of it since I got up to go down amongst the cobs!" "Let me see the wound," said his mother. He pulled down his stocking--when behold, except a great scar, his leg was perfectly sound! Curdie and his mother gazed in each other's eyes, full of wonder, but Irene called out-- "I thought so, Curdie! I was sure it wasn't a dream. I was sure my grandmother had been to see you.--Don't you smell the roses? It was my grandmother healed your leg, and sent you to help me." "No, Princess Irene," said Curdie; "I wasn't good enough to be allowed to help you: I didn't believe you. Your grandmother took care of you without me." "She sent you to help my people, anyhow. I wish my king-papa would come. I do want so to tell him how good you have been!" "But," said the mother, "we are forgetting how frightened your people must be.--You must take the princess home at once, Curdie--or at least go and tell them where she is."