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By the time they reached the outside of the wood it was morning twilight. Into the open trooped the strange torrent of deformity, each one following Lina. Suddenly she stopped, turned towards them, and said something which they understood, although to Curdie's ear the sounds she made seemed to have no articulation.
Irene clasped Curdie's hand yet faster, and Curdie began to sing again: 'One, two Hit and hew! Three, four Blast and bore! Five, six There's a fix! Seven, eight Hold it straight! Nine, ten Hit again! Hurry! scurry! Bother! smother! There's a toad In the road! Smash it! Squash it! Fry it! Dry it! You're another! Up and off! There's enough! Huuuuuh!
'Perhaps one day, if he finds he has asked too much, he will bring me the difference. 'Ha! ha! laughed the barber. 'A fool and his money are soon parted. But as he took the coin from Curdie's hand he grasped it in affected reconciliation and real satisfaction. In Curdie's, his was the cold smooth leathery palm of a monkey.
When in the winter they had had their supper and sat about the fire, or when in the summer they lay on the border of the rock-margined stream that ran through their little meadow close by the door of their cottage, issuing from the far-up whiteness often folded in clouds, Curdie's mother would not seldom lead the conversation to one peculiar personage said and believed to have been much concerned in the late issue of events.
Not one man, but two or three, had appeared from behind the rocks of the hills, and the heart of Wee Willie Winkie sank within him, for just in this manner were the Goblins wont to steal out and vex Curdie's soul. He heard them talking to each other, and recognized with joy the bastard Pushto that he had picked up from one of his father's grooms lately dismissed.
Everything that now met Curdie's eyes was rich not glorious like the splendours of the mountain cavern, but rich and soft except where, now and then, some rough old rib of the ancient fortress came through, hard and discoloured.
Then Curdie heaved up his axe. But being as gentle as courageous and not wishing to kill any of them, he turned the end which was square and blunt like a hammer, and with that came down a great blow on the head of the goblin nearest him. Hard as the heads of all goblins are, he thought he must feel that. And so he did, no doubt; but he only gave a horrible cry, and sprung at Curdie's throat.
And those worst wounds she could not reach to lick. 'Poor Lina! said Curdie, 'you got all those helping me. She wagged her tail, and made it clear she understood him. Then it flashed upon Curdie's mind that perhaps this was the companion the princess had promised him. For the princess did so many things differently from what anybody looked for!
In the cinders before the hearth were huddled three dogs and five cats, all fast asleep, while the rats were running about the floor. Curdie's heart ached to think of the lovely child-princess living over such a sty. The mine was a paradise to a palace with such servants in it. Leaving the kitchen, he got into the region of the sculleries.
But Curdie took off his cap and said: 'I am your servant, Princess. The old woman replied: 'Come to me in the dove tower tomorrow night, Curdie alone. 'I will, ma'am, said Curdie. So they parted, and father and son went home to wife and mother two persons in one rich, happy woman. Curdie's Mission
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