In a few moments he had cleared a large opening and followed her.
They
went on, down and down with the running water, Curdie getting more
and
more afraid it was leading them to some terrible gulf in the heart of
the mountain. In one or two places he had to break away the rock to
make
room before even Irene could get through--at least without hurting
herself. But at length they spied a glimmer of light, and in a minute
more, they were almost blinded by the full sunlight into which they
emerged. It was some little time before the princess could see well
enough to discover that they stood in her own garden, close by the seat
on which she and her king-papa had sat that afternoon. They had come
out
by the channel of the little stream. She danced and clapped her hands
with delight.
"Now, Curdie!" she cried, "won't you believe what I told you about my
grandmother and her thread?"
For she had felt all the time that Curdie was not believing what she had
told him.
Madhuri Noah
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