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It is not really medicine, though, but wine. Nothing but that, the doctor says, could have kept him so long alive. He always comes in the middle of the night to give it him with his own hands. But it makes me cry to see him wake up when so nicely asleep. 'What sort of man is your doctor? asked Curdie. 'Oh, such a dear, good, kind gentleman! replied the princess.
'Because my father wakes so frightened, and I don't know what he would do if he didn't find me by his bedside. There! he's waking now. She darted off to the side of the bed she had come from. Curdie stood where he was.
Out tumbled the slab on the heap, and out crept Curdie over the top of it. 'You've saved my life, Irene! he whispered. 'Oh, Curdie! I'm so glad! Let's get out of this horrid place as fast as we can. 'That's easier said than done, returned he. 'Oh, no, it's quite easy, said Irene. 'We have only to follow my thread. I am sure that it's going to take us out now.
'Won't you, Curdie? said Irene, looking round at him as she asked the question. He was standing in the middle of the floor, staring, and looking strangely bewildered. This she thought came of his astonishment at the beauty of the lady. 'Make a bow to my grandmother, Curdie, she said. 'I don't see any grandmother, answered Curdie rather gruffly.
There it fell at once to work with one of its wings, in which a feather or two had got some sprays twisted, causing a certain roughness unpleasant to the fastidious creature of the air. It was indeed a lovely being, and Curdie thought how happy it must be flitting through the air with a flash a live bolt of light.
He had not believed Curdie. If he had, he would at once have thought of what he had said, and would have taken precautions. As they heard nothing more, they concluded that Sir Walter was right, and that the danger was over for perhaps another hundred years.
We continued to travel under the lea of the main walls, and had to encamp without water, having travelled twenty-five miles from the Ruined Rampart. A high cone in the range I called Mount Curdie*. The next morning I ascended the eastern end of Mount Curdie.
It was with great difficulty that he forced his way through one of them, and up to the door. The moment his hand fell on the latch, through all the uproar of winds and Waters came the joyous cry of the princess: 'There's Curdie! Curdie! Curdie!
The king returned to the palace. He made the colonel a duke, and the page a knight, and Peter he appointed general of all his mines. But to Curdie he said: 'You are my own boy, Curdie. My child cannot choose but love you, and when you are grown up if you both will you shall marry each other, and be king and queen when I am gone. Till then be the king's Curdie. Irene held out her arms to Curdie.
Last of all, he filled the flagon from the cask he had first visited, replaced then the vent-peg, took up his candle, and turned toward the door. 'There is something wrong here! thought Curdie. 'Speak to him, Lina, he whispered. The sudden howl she gave made Curdie himself start and tremble for a moment.
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