'Do,' said the king.
Curdie gathered the men-at-arms, and took them over the garden wall, and so to the stables.They found their horses in terror;the water was rising fast around them, and it was quite time they were got out.But there was no way to get them out, except by riding them through the stream, which was now pouring from the lower windows as well as the door.As one horse was quite enough for any man to manage through such a torrent, Curdie got on the king's white charger and, leading the way, brought them all in safety to the rising ground.
'Look, look, Curdie!' cried Irene, the moment that, having dismounted, he led the horse up to the king.
Curdie did look, and saw, high in the air, somewhere about the top of the king's house, a great globe of light shining like the purest silver.
'Oh!' he cried in some consternation, 'that is your grandmother's lamp! We must get her out.I will go an find her.The house may fall, you know.'
'My grandmother is in no danger,' said Irene, smiling.
'Here, Curdie, take the princess while I get on my horse,' said the king.
Curdie took the princess again, and both turned their eyes to the globe of light.The same moment there shot from it a white bird, which, descending with outstretched wings, made one circle round the king an Curdie and the princess, and then glided up again.The light and the pigeon vanished together.
'Now, Curdie!' said the princess, as he lifted her to her father's arms, 'you see my grandmother knows all about it, and isn't frightened.I believe she could walk through that water and it wouldn't wet her a bit.'
'But, my child,' said the king, 'you will be cold if you haven't Something more on.Run, Curdie, my boy, and fetch anything you can lay your hands on, to keep the princess warm.We have a long ride before us.'
Curdie was gone in a moment, and soon returned with a great rich fur, and the news that dead goblins were tossing about in the current through the house.They had been caught in their own snare; instead of the mine they had flooded their own country, whence they were now swept up drowned.Irene shuddered, but the king held her close to his bosom.Then he turned to Sir Walter, and said:
'Bring Curdie's father and mother here.'
'I wish,' said the king, when they stood before him, 'to take your son with me.He shall enter my bodyguard at once, and wait further promotion.'
Peter and his wife, overcome, only murmured almost inaudible thanks.But Curdie spoke aloud.
'Please, Your Majesty,' he said, 'I cannot leave my father and mother.'
'That's right, Curdie!' cried the princess.'I wouldn't if I was you.'
The king looked at the princess and then at Curdie with a glow of satisfaction on his countenance.
'I too think you are right, Curdie,' he said, 'and I will not ask you again.But I shall have a chance of doing something for you some time.'
'Your Majesty has already allowed me to serve you,' said Curdie.
'But, Curdie,' said his mother, 'why shouldn't you go with the king? We can get on very well without you.'
'But I can't get on very well without you,' said Curdie.'The king is very kind, but I could not be half the use to him that I am to you.Please, Your Majesty, if you wouldn't mind giving my mother a red petticoat! I should have got her one long ago, but for the goblins.'
'As soon as we get home,' said the king, 'Irene and I will search out the warmest one to be found, and send it by one of the gentlemen.'
'Yes, that we will, Curdie!' said the princess.'And next summer we'll come back and see you wear it, Curdie's mother,' she added.
'Shan't we, king-papa?'
'Yes, my love; I hope so,' said the king.
Then turning to the miners, he said:
'Will you do the best you can for my servants tonight? I hope they will be able to return to the house tomorrow.'
The miners with one voice promised their hospitality.
Then the king commanded his servants to mind whatever Curdie should say to them, and after shaking hands with him and his father and mother, the king and the princess and all their company rode away down the side of the new stream, which had already devoured half the road, into the starry night.