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For Curdie had determined, if his father would permit him, to
remain there alone this night - and that for two reasons: first, he

wanted to get extra wages that he might buy a very warm red
petticoat for his mother, who had begun to complain of the cold of

the mountain air sooner than usual this autumn; and second, he had
just a faint hope of finding out what the goblins were about under

his window the night before.
When he told his father, he made no objection, for he had great

confidence in his boy's courage and resources.
'I'm sorry I can't stay with you,' said Peter; 'but I want to go

and pay the parson a visit this evening, and besides I've had a bit
of a headache all day.'

'I'm sorry for that, father,' said Curdie.
'Oh, it's not much. You'll be sure to take care of yourself, won't

you?'
'Yes, father; I will. I'll keep a sharp look-out, I promise you.'

Curdie was the only one who remained in the mine. About six
o'clock the rest went away, everyone bidding him good night, and

telling him to take care of himself; for he was a great favourite
with them all.

'Don't forget your rhymes,' said one.
'No, no,'answered Curdie.

'It's no matter if he does,' said another, 'for he'll only have to
make a new one.'

'Yes: but he mightn't be able to make it fast enough,' said
another; 'and while it was cooking in his head, they might take a

mean advantage and set upon him.'
'I'll do my best,' said Curdie. 'I'm not afraid.'

'We all know that,' they returned, and left him.
CHAPTER 8

The Goblins
For some time Curdie worked away briskly, throwing all the ore he

had disengaged on one side behind him, to be ready for carrying out
in the morning. He heard a good deal of goblin-tapping, but it all

sounded far away in the hill, and he paid it little heed. Towards
midnight he began to feel rather hungry; so he dropped his pickaxe,

got out a lump of bread which in the morning he had laid in a damp
hole in the rock, sat down on a heap of ore, and ate his supper.

Then he leaned back for five minutes' rest before beginning his
work again, and laid his head against the rock. He had not kept

the position for one minute before he heard something which made
him sharpen his ears. It sounded like a voice inside the rock.

After a while he heard it again. It was a goblin voice - there
could be no doubt about that - and this time he could make out the

words.
'Hadn't we better be moving?'it said.

A rougher and deeper voice replied:
'There's no hurry. That wretched little mole won't be through

tonight, if he work ever so hard. He's not by any means at the
thinnest place.'

'But you still think the lode does come through into our house?'
said the first voice.

'Yes, but a good bit farther on than he has got to yet. If he had
struck a stroke more to the side just here,' said the goblin,

tapping the very stone, as it seemed to Curdie, against which his
head lay, 'he would have been through; but he's a couple of yards

past it now, and if he follow the lode it will be a week before it
leads him in. You see it back there - a long way. Still, perhaps,

in case of accident it would be as well to be getting out of this.
Helfer, you'll take the great chest. That's your business, you

know.'
'Yes, dad,' said a third voice. 'But you must help me to get it on

my back. It's awfully heavy, you know.'
'Well, it isn't just a bag of smoke, I admit. But you're as strong

as a mountain, Helfer.'
'You say so, dad. I think myself I'm all right. But I could carry

ten times as much if it wasn't for my feet.'
'That is your weak point, I confess, my boy.'

'Ain't it yours too, father?'
'Well, to be honest, it's a goblinweakness. Why they come so

soft, I declare I haven't an idea.'
'Specially when your head's so hard, you know, father.'

'Yes my boy. The goblin's glory is his head. To think how the
fellows up above there have to put on helmets and things when they

go fighting! Ha! ha!'
'But why don't we wear shoes like them, father? I should like it

- especially when I've got a chest like that on my head.'
'Well, you see, it's not the fashion. The king never wears shoes.'

'The queen does.'
'Yes; but that's for distinction. The first queen, you see - I

mean the king's first wife - wore shoes, of course, because she
came from upstairs; and so, when she died, the next queen would not

be inferior to her as she called it, and would wear shoes too. It
was all pride. She is the hardest in forbidding them to the rest

of the women.'
'I'm sure I wouldn't wear them - no, not for - that I wouldn't!'

said the first voice, which was evidently that of the mother of the
family. 'I can't think why either of them should.'

'Didn't I tell you the first was from upstairs?' said the other.
'That was the only silly thing I ever knew His Majesty guilty of.

Why should he marry an outlandish woman like that-one of our
natural enemies too?'

'I suppose he fell in love with her.'
'Pooh! pooh! He's just as happy now with one of his own people.'

'Did she die very soon? They didn't tease her to death, did they?'
'Oh, dear, no! The king worshipped her very footmarks.'

'What made her die, then? Didn't the air agree with her?'
'She died when the young prince was born.'

'How silly of her! We never do that. It must have been because
she wore shoes.'

'I don't know that.'
'Why do they wear shoes up there?'

'Ah, now that's a sensible question, and I will answer it. But in
order to do so, I must first tell you a secret. I once saw the

queen's feet.'
'Without her shoes?'

'Yes - without her shoes.'
'No! Did you? How was it?'

'Never you mind how it was. She didn't know I saw them. And what
do you think! - they had toes!'

'Toes! What's that?'
'You may well ask! I should never have known if I had not seen the

queen's feet. just imagine! the ends of her feet were split up
into five or six thin pieces!'

'Oh, horrid! How could the king have fallen in love with her?'
'You forget that she wore shoes. That is just why she wore them.

That is why all the men, and women too, upstairs wear shoes. They
can't bear the sight of their own feet without them.'

'Ah! now I understand. If ever you wish for shoes again, Helfer,
I'll hit your feet - I will.'

'No, no, mother; pray don't.'
'Then don't you.'

'But with such a big box on my head -'
A horridscream followed, which Curdie interpreted as in reply to

a blow from his mother upon the feet of her eldestgoblin.
'Well, I never knew so much before!' remarked a fourth voice.

'Your knowledge is not universal quite yet,' said the father. 'You
were only fifty last month. Mind you see to the bed and bedding.

As soon as we've finished our supper, we'll be up and going. Ha!
ha! ha!'

'What are you laughing at, husband?'
'I'm laughing to think what a mess the miners will find themselves

in - somewhere before this day ten years.'
'Why, what do you mean?'

'Oh, nothing.'
'Oh, yes, you do mean something. You always do mean something.'

'It's more than you do, then, wife.'
'That may be; but it's not more than I find out, you know.'

'Ha! ha! You're a sharp one. What a mother you've got, Helfer!'
'Yes, father.'

'Well, I suppose I must tell you. They're all at the palace
consulting about it tonight; and as soon as we've got away from

this thin place I'm going there to hear what night they fix upon.
I should like to see that young ruffian there on the other side,

struggling in the agonies of -'
He dropped his voice so low that Curdie could hear only a growl.

The growl went on in the low bass for a good while, as inarticulate
as if the goblin's tongue had been a sausage; and it was not until

his wife spoke again that it rose to its former pitch.
'But what shall we do when you are at the palace?' she asked.

'I will see you safe in the new house I've been digging for you for
the last two months. Podge, you mind the table and chairs. I

commit them to your care. The table has seven legs - each chair
three. I shall require them all at your hands.'

After this arose a confused conversation about the various
household goods and their transport; and Curdie heard nothing more

that was of any importance.
He now knew at least one of the reasons for the constant sound of

the goblin hammers and pickaxes at night. They were making new
houses for themselves, to which they might retreat when the miners

should threaten to break into their dwellings. But he had learned
two things of far greater importance. The first was, that some

grievous calamity was preparing, and almost ready to fall upon the
heads of the miners; the second was - the one weak point of a

goblin's body; he had not known that their feet were so tender as
he had now reason to suspect. He had heard it said that they had

no toes: he had never had opportunity of inspecting them closely
enough, in the dusk in which they always appeared, to satisfy

himself whether it was a correct report. Indeed, he had not been
able even to satisfy himself as to whether they had no fingers,

although that also was commonly said to be the fact. One of the
miners, indeed, who had had more schooling than the rest, was wont

to argue that such must have been the primordial condition of
humanity, and that education and handicraft had developed both toes

and fingers - with which proposition Curdie had once heard his
father sarcastically agree, alleging in support of it the

probability that babies' gloves were a traditionalremnant of the
old state of things; while the stockings of all ages, no regard

being paid in them to the toes, pointed in the same direction. But
what was of importance was the fact concerning the softness of the

goblin feet, which he foresaw might be useful to all miners. What
he had to do in the meantime, however, was to discover, if

possible, the special evil design the goblins had now in their
heads.

Although he knew all the gangs and all the natural galleries with
which they communicated in the mined part of the mountain, he had

not the least idea where the palace of the king of the gnomes was;
otherwise he would have set out at once on the enterprise of

discovering what the said design was. He judged, and rightly, that
it must lie in a farther part of the mountain, between which and

the mine there was as yet no communication. There must be one
nearly completed, however; for it could be but a thin partition

which now separated them. If only he could get through in time to
follow the goblins as they retreated! A few blows would doubtless

be sufficient - just where his ear now lay; but if he attempted to
strike there with his pickaxe, he would only hasten the departure

of the family, put them on their guard, and perhaps lose their
involuntary guidance. He therefore began to feel the wall With his

hands, and soon found that some of the stones were loose enough to
be drawn out with little noise.

Laying hold of a large one with both his hands, he drew it gently


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