The Goblins in the King's House When Curdie fell asleep he began at once to dream.He thought he was ascending the Mountainside from the mouth of the mine, whistling and singing 'Ring, dod, bang!' when he came upon a woman and child who had lost their way; and from that point he went on dreaming everything that had happened to him since he thus met the princess and Lootie; how he had watched the goblins, how he had been taken by them, how he had been rescued by the princess;everything, indeed, until he was wounded, captured, and imprisoned by the men-at-arms.And now he thought he was lying wide awake where they had laid him, when suddenly he heard a great thundering sound.
'The cobs are coming!' he said.'They didn't believe a word I told them! The cobs'll be carrying off the princess from under their stupid noses! But they shan't! that they shan't!'
He jumped up, as he thought, and began to dress, but, to his dismay, found that he was still lying in bed.
'Now then, I will!' he said.'Here goes! I am up now!'
But yet again he found himself snug in bed.Twenty times he tried, and twenty times he failed; for in fact he was not awake, only dreaming that he was.At length in an agony of despair, fancying he heard the goblins all over the house, he gave a great cry.Then there came, as he thought, a hand upon the lock of his door.It opened, and, looking up, he saw a lady with white hair, carrying a silver box in her hand, enter the room.She came to his bed, he thought, stroked his head and face with cool, soft hands, took the dressing from his leg, rubbed it with something that smelt like roses, and then waved her hands over him three times.At the last wave of her hands everything vanished, he felt himself sinking into the profoundest slumber, and remembered nothing more until he awoke in earnest.
The setting moon was throwing a feeble light through the casement, and the house was full of uproar.There was soft heavy multitudinous stamping, a clashing and clanging of weapons, the voices of men and the cries of women, mixed with a hideous bellowing, which sounded victorious.The cobs were in the house!
He sprang from his bed, hurried on some of his clothes, not forgetting his shoes, which were armed with nails; then spying an old hunting-knife, or short sword, hanging on the wall, he caught it, and rushed down the stairs, guided by the sounds of strife, which grew louder and louder.
When he reached the ground floor he found the whole place swarming.
All the goblins of the mountain seemed gathered there.He rushed amongst them, shouting:
'One, two, Hit and hew!
Three, four, Blast and bore!'
and with every rhyme he came down a great stamp upon a foot, cutting at the same time their faces - executing, indeed, a sword dance of the wildest description.Away scattered the goblins in every direction - into closets, up stairs, into chimneys, up on rafters, and down to the cellars.Curdie went on stamping and slashing and singing, but saw nothing of the people of the house until he came to the great hall, in which, the moment he entered it, arose a great goblin shout.The last of the men-at-arms, the captain himself, was on the floor, buried beneath a wallowing crowd of goblins.For, while each knight was busy defending himself as well as he could, by stabs in the thick bodies of the goblins, for he had soon found their heads all but invulnerable, the queen had attacked his legs and feet with her horrible granite shoe, and he was soon down; but the captain had got his back to the wall and stood out longer.The goblins would have torn them all to pieces, but the king had given orders to carry them away alive, and over each of them, in twelve groups, was standing a knot of goblins, while as many as could find room were sitting upon their prostrate bodies.
Curdie burst in dancing and gyrating and stamping and singing like a small incarnate whirlwind.
'Where 'tis all a hole, sir, Never can be holes:
Why should their shoes have soles, sir, When they've got no souls?
'But she upon her foot, sir, Has a granite shoe:
The strongest leather boot, sir, Six would soon be through.'
The queen gave a howl of rage and dismay; and before she recovered her presence of mind, Curdie, having begun with the group nearest him, had eleven of the knights on their legs again.
'Stamp on their feet!' he cried as each man rose, and in a few minutes the hall was nearly empty, the goblins running from it as fast as they could, howling and shrieking and limping, and cowering every now and then as they ran to cuddle their wounded feet in their hard hands, or to protect them from the frightful stamp-stamp of the armed men.
