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Curdie's Clue Curdie was as watchful as ever, but was almost getting tired of his ill success.Every other night or so he followed the goblins about, as they went on digging and boring, and getting as near them as he could, watched them from behind stones and rocks; but as yet he seemed no nearer finding out what they had in view.As at first, he always kept hold of the end of his string, while his pickaxe, left just outside the hole by which he entered the goblins' country from the mine, continued to serve as an anchor and hold fast the other end.The goblins, hearing no more noise in that quarter, had ceased to apprehend an immediate invasion, and kept no watch.

One night, after dodging about and listening till he was nearly falling asleep with weariness, he began to roll up his ball, for he had resolved to go home to bed.It was not long, however, before he began to feel bewildered.One after another he passed goblin houses, caves, that is, occupied by goblin families, and at length was sure they were many more than he had passed as he came.He had to use great caution to pass unseen - they lay so close together.

Could his string have led him wrong? He still followed winding it, and still it led him into more thickly populated quarters, until he became quite uneasy, and indeed apprehensive; for although he was not afraid of the cobs, he was afraid of not finding his way out.

But what could he do? It was of no use to sit down and wait for the morning - the morning made no difference here.It was dark, and always dark; and if his string failed him he was helpless.He might even arrive within a yard of the mine and never know it.

Seeing he could do nothing better he would at least find where the end of his string was, and, if possible, how it had come to play him such a trick.He knew by the size of the ball that he was getting pretty near the last of it, when he began to feel a tugging and pulling at it.What could it mean? Turning a sharp corner, he thought he heard strange sounds.These grew, as he went on, to a scuffling and growling and squeaking; and the noise increased, until, turning a second sharp corner, he found himself in the midst of it, and the same moment tumbled over a wallowing mass, which he knew must be a knot of the cobs' creatures.Before he could recover his feet, he had caught some great scratches on his face and several severe bites on his legs and arms.But as he scrambled to get up, his hand fell upon his pickaxe, and before the horrid beasts could do him any serious harm, he was laying about with it right and left in the dark.The hideous cries which followed gave him the satisfaction of knowing that he had punished some of them pretty smartly for their rudeness, and by their scampering and their retreating howls, he perceived that he had routed them.He stood for a little, weighing his battle-axe in his hand as if it had been the most precious lump of metal - but indeed no lump of gold itself could have been so precious at the time as that common tool - then untied the end of the string from it, put the ball in his pocket, and still stood thinking.It was clear that the cobs'

creatures had found his axe, had between them carried it off, and had so led him he knew not where.But for all his thinking he could not tell what he ought to do, until suddenly he became aware of a glimmer of light in the distance.Without a moment's hesitation he set out for it, as fast as the unknown and rugged way would permit.Yet again turning a corner, led by the dim light, he spied something quite new in his experience of the underground regions - a small irregular shape of something shining.Going up to it, he found it was a piece of mica, or Muscovy glass, called sheep-silver in Scotland, and the light flickered as if from a fire behind it.After trying in vain for some time to discover an entrance to the place where it was burning, he came at length to a small chamber in which an opening, high in the wall, revealed a glow beyond.To this opening he managed to scramble up, and then he saw a strange sight.

Below sat a little group of goblins around a fire, the smoke of which vanished in the darkness far aloft.The sides of the cave were full of shining minerals like those of the palace hall; and the company was evidently of a superior order, for every one wore stones about head, or arms, or waist, shining dull gorgeous colours in the light of the fire.Nor had Curdie looked long before he recognized the king himself, and found that he had made his way into the inner apartment of the royal family.He had never had such a good chance of hearing something.He crept through the hole as softly as he could, scrambled a good way down the wall towards them without attracting attention, and then sat down and listened.

The king, evidently the queen, and probably the crown prince and the Prime Minister were talking together.He was sure of the queen by her shoes, for as she warmed her feet at the fire, he saw them quite plainly.

'That will be fun!' said the one he took for the crown prince.

It was the first whole sentence he heard.

'I don't see why you should think it such a grand affair!' said his stepmother, tossing her head backward.

'You must remember, my spouse,' interposed His Majesty, as if making excuse for his son, 'he has got the same blood in him.His mother -'

'Don't talk to me of his mother! You positively encourage his unnatural fancies.Whatever belongs to that mother ought to be cut out of him.'

'You forget yourself, my dear!' said the king.

'I don't,' said the queen, 'nor you either.If you expect me to approve of such coarse tastes, you will find yourself mistaken.Idon't wear shoes for nothing.'

'You must acknowledge, however,' the king said, with a little groan, 'that this at least is no whim of Harelip's, but a matter of State policy.You are well aware that his gratification comes purely from the pleasure of sacrificing himself to the public good.

Does it not, Harelip?'