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Title: The Princess and the Goblin

Author: George MacDonald

Illustrator: Jessie Willcox Smith

Release Date: November 16, 2010 [EBook #34339]

Language: English


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THE PRINCESS
AND THE GOBLIN
Illustrations especially engraved and printed by the Beck Engraving Company, Philadelphia
Title page THE PRINCESS
AND THE GOBLIN By George MacDonald
ILLUSTRATED BY
JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH
DAVID MCKAY COMPANY Publishers
Philadelphia, MCMXX.


Copyright, 1920, by David McKay Company
ILLUSTRATIONS
  FACING
PAGE
She ran for some distance, turned several times, and then began to be afraid 14
She clapped her hands with delight, and up rose such a flapping of wings 22
"Never mind, Princess Irene," he said. "You mustn't kiss me to-night. But you shan't break your word. I will come another time" 42
In an instant she was on the saddle, and clasped in his great strong arms 68
"Come," and she still held out her arms 96
The goblins fell back a little when he began, and made horrible grimaces all through the rhyme 118
Curdie went on after her, flashing his torch about 138
There sat his mother by the fire, and in her arms lay the princess fast asleep 184 CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE I.  Why the Princess Has a Story About Her 9 II.  The Princess Loses Herself 13 III.  The Princess and—We Shall See Who 16 IV.  What the Nurse Thought of It 24 V.  The Princess Lets Well Alone 29 VI.  The Little Miner 32 VII.  The Mines 45 VIII.  The Goblins 50 IX.  The Hall of the Goblin Palace 59 X.  The Princess's King-Papa 68 XI.  The Old Lady's Bedroom 73 XII.  A Short Chapter about Curdie 82 XIII.  The Cobs' Creatures 85 XIV.  That Night Week 90 XV.  Woven and then Spun 95 XVI.  The Ring 106 XVII.  Spring-Time 109 XVIII.  Curdie's Clue 112 XIX.  Goblin Counsels 122 XX.  Irene's Clue 128 XXI.  The Escape 134 XXII.  The Old Lady and Curdie 147 XXIII.  Curdie and His Mother 155 XXIV.  Irene Behaves Like a Princess 165 XXV.  Curdie Comes to Grief 168 XXVI.  The Goblin-Miners 174 XXVII.  The Goblins in the King's House 177 XXVIII.  Curdie's Guide 184 XXIX.  Mason-Work 189 XXX.  The King and the Kiss 192 XXXI.  The Subterranean Waters 196 XXXII.  The Last Chapter 202

THE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLIN CHAPTER I
WHY THE PRINCESS HAS A STORY ABOUT HER
THERE was once a little princess who—

"But, Mr. Author, why do you always write about princesses?"

"Because every little girl is a princess."

"You will make them vain if you tell them that."

"Not if they understand what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"What do you mean by a princess?"

"The daughter of a king."

"Very well, then every little girl is a princess, and there would be no need to say anything about it, except that she is always in danger of forgetting her rank, and behaving as if she had grown out of the mud. I have seen little princesses behave like the children of thieves and lying beggars, and that is why they need to be told they are princesses. And that is why, when I tell a story of this kind, I like to tell it about a princess. Then I can say better what I mean, because I can then give her every beautiful thing I want her to have."

"Please go on."

There was once a little princess whose father was king over a great country full of mountains and valleys. His palace was built upon one of the mountains, and was very grand and beautiful. The princess, whose name was Irene, was born there, but she was sent soon after her birth, because her mother was not very strong, to be brought up by country people in a large house, half castle, half farm-house, on the side of another mountain, about halfway between its base and its peak.

The princess was a sweet little creature, and at the time my story begins was about eight years old. I think, but she got older very fast. Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night-sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue. Those eyes you would have thought must have known they came from there, so often were they turned up in that direction. The ceiling of her nursery was blue, with stars in it, as like the sky as they could make it. But I doubt if ever she saw the real sky with the stars in it, for a reason which I had better mention at once.

These mountains were full of hollow places underneath; huge caverns, and winding ways, some with water running through them, and some shining with all colors of the rainbow when a light was taken in. There would not have been much known about them, had there not been mines there, great deep pits, with long galleries and passages running off from them, which had been dug to get at the ore of which the mountains were full. In the course of digging, the miners came upon many of these natural caverns. A few of them had far-off openings out on the side of a mountain, or into a ravine.

Now in these subterranean caverns lived a strange race of beings, called by some gnomes, by some kobolds, by some goblins. There was a legend current in the country that at one time they lived above ground, and were very like other people. But for some reason or other, concerning which there were different legendary theories, the king had laid what they thought too severe taxes upon them, or had required observances of them they did not like, or had begun to treat them with more severity in some way or other, and impose stricter laws; and the consequence was that they had all disappeared from the face of the country. According to the legend, however, instead of going to some other country, they had all taken refuge in the subterranean caverns, whence they never came out but at night, and then seldom showed themselves in any numbers, and never to many people at once. It was only in the least frequented and most difficult parts of the mountains that they were said to gather even at night in the open air. Those who had caught sight of any of them said that they had greatly altered in the course of generations; and no wonder, seeing they lived away from the sun, in cold and wet and dark places. They were now, not ordinarily ugly, but either absolutely hideous, or ludicrously grotesque both in face and form. There was no invention, they said, of the most lawless imagination expressed by pen or pencil, that could surpass the extravagance of their appearance. And as they grew mis-shapen in body, they had grown in knowledge and cleverness, and now were able to do things no mortal could see the possibility of. But as they grew in cunning, they grew in mischief, and their great delight was in every way they could think of to annoy the people who lived in the open-air-story above them. They had enough of affection left for each other, to preserve them from being absolutely cruel for cruelty's sake to those that came in their way; but still they so heartily cherished the ancestral grudge against those who occupied their former possession, and especially against the descendants of the king who had caused their expulsion, that they sought every opportunity of tormenting them in ways that were as odd as their inventors; and although dwarfed and mis-shapen, they had strength equal to their cunning. In the process of time they had got a king, and a government of their own, whose chief business, beyond their own simple affairs, was to devise trouble for their neighbors. It will now be pretty evident why the little princess had never seen the sky at night. They were much too afraid of the goblins to let her out of the house then, even in company with ever so many attendants; and they had good reason, as we shall see by-and-by.

CHAPTER II
THE PRINCESS LOSES HERSELF
I    HAVE said the Princess Irene was about eight years old when my story begins. And this is how it begins.

One very wet day, when the mountain was covered with mist which was constantly gathering itself together into rain-drops, and pouring down on the roofs of the great old house, whence it fell in a fringe of water from the eaves all round about it, the princess could not of course go out. She got very tired, so tired that even her toys could no longer amuse her. You would wonder at that if I had time to describe to you one half of the toys she had. But then you wouldn't have the toys themselves, and that makes all the difference: you can't get tired of a thing before you have it. It was a picture, though, worth seeing—the princess sitting in the nursery with the sky-ceiling over her head, at a great table covered with her toys. If the artist would like to draw this, I should advise him not to meddle with the toys. I am afraid of attempting to describe them, and I think he had better not try to draw them. He had better not. He can do a thousand things I can't, but I don't think he could draw those toys. No man could better make the princess herself than he could, though—leaning with her back bowed into the back of the chair, her head hanging down, and her hands in her lap, very miserable as she would say herself, not even knowing what she would like, except to go out and get very wet, catch a particularly nice cold, and have to go to bed and take gruel. The next moment after you see her sitting there, her nurse goes out of the room.

She ran for some distance, turned several times, and then began to be afraid. She ran for some distance, turned several times, and then began to be afraid.

Even that is a change, and the princess wakes up a little, and looks about her. Then she

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