But the maid had left the room, and they let the page pass, for he looked dangerous to stop.Curdie had just put him betwixt him and the wall, behind the door, when in rushed the butler with the huge kitchen poker, the point of which he had blown red-hot in the fire, followed by the cook with his longest spit.Through the crowd, which scattered right and left before them, they came down upon Curdie.Uttering a shrill whistle, he caught the poker a blow with his mattock, knocking the point to the ground, while the page behind him started forward, and seizing the point of the spit, held on to it with both hands, the cook kicking him furiously.
Ere the butler could raise the poker again, or the cook recover the spit, with a roar to terrify the dead, Lina dashed into the room, her eyes flaming like candles.She went straight at the butler.
He was down in a moment, and she on the top of him, wagging her tail over him like a lioness.
'Don't kill him, Lina,' said Curdie.
'Oh, Mr Miner!' cried the butler.
'Put your foot on his mouth, Lina,' said Curdie.'The truth Fear tells is not much better than her lies.'
The rest of the creatures now came stalking, rolling, leaping, gliding, hobbling into the room, and each as he came took the next place along the wall, until, solemn and grotesque, all stood ranged, awaiting orders.
And now some of the culprits were stealing to the doors nearest them.Curdie whispered to the two creatures next him.Off went Ballbody, rolling and bounding through the crowd like a spent cannon shot, and when the foremost reached the door to the corridor, there he lay at the foot of it grinning; to the other door scuttled a scorpion, as big as a huge crab.The rest stood so still that some began to think they were only boys dressed up to look awful; they persuaded themselves they were only another part of the housemaid's and page's vengeful contrivance, and their evil spirits began to rise again.Meantime Curdie had, with a second sharp blow from the hammer of his mattock, disabled the cook, so that he yielded the spit with a groan.He now turned to the avengers.
'Go at them,' he said.
The whole nine-and-forty obeyed at once, each for himself, and after his own fashion.A scene of confusion and terror followed.
The crowd scattered like a dance of flies.The creatures had been instructed not to hurt much, but to hunt incessantly, until everyone had rushed from the house.The women shrieked, and ran hither and thither through the hall, pursued each by her own horror, and snapped at by every other in passing.if one threw herself down in hysterical despair, she was instantly poked or clawed or nibbled up again.
Though they were quite as frightened at first, the men did not run so fast; and by and by some of them finding they were only glared at, and followed, and pushed, began to summon up courage once more, and with courage came impudence.The tapir had the big footman in charge: the fellow stood stock-still, and let the beast come up to him, then put out his finger and playfully patted his nose.The tapir gave the nose a little twist, and the finger lay on the floor.
Then indeed did the footman run.
Gradually the avengers grew more severe, and the terrors of the imagination were fast yielding to those of sensuous experience, when a page, perceiving one of the doors no longer guarded, sprang at it, and ran out.Another and another followed.Not a beast went after, until, one by one, they were every one gone from the hall, and the whole crew in the kitchen.
There they were beginning to congratulate themselves that all was over, when in came the creatures trooping after them, and the second act of their terror and pain began.They were flung about in all directions; their clothes were torn from them; they were pinched and scratched any- and everywhere; Ballbody kept rolling up them and over them, confining his attentions to no one in particular; the scorpion kept grabbing at their legs with his huge pincers; a three-foot centipede kept screwing up their bodies, nipping as he went; varied as numerous were their woes.Nor was it long before the last of them had fled from the kitchen to the sculleries.
But thither also they were followed, and there again they were hunted about.They were bespattered with the dirt of their own neglect; they were soused in the stinking water that had boiled greens; they were smeared with rancid dripping; their faces were rubbed in maggots: I dare not tell all that was done to them.At last they got the door into a back yard open, and rushed out.Then first they knew that the wind was howling and the rain falling in sheets.But there was no rest for them even there.Thither also were they followed by the inexorable avengers, and the only door here was a door out of the palace: out every soul of them was driven, and left, some standing, some lying, some crawling, to the farther buffeting of the waterspouts and whirlwinds ranging every street of the city.The door was flung to behind them, and they heard it locked and bolted and barred against them.