第5章

The Mistress of the Silver Moon When Curdie reached the castle, and ran into the little garden in front of it, there stood the door wide open.This was as he had hoped, for what could he have said if he had had to knock at it?

Those whose business it is to open doors, so often mistake and shut them! But the woman now in charge often puzzled herself greatly to account for the strange fact that however often she shut the door, which, like the rest, she took a great deal of unnecessary trouble to do, she was certain, the next time she went to it, to find it open.I speak now of the great front door, of course: the back door she as persistently kept wide: if people could only go in by that, she said, she would then know what sort they were, and what they wanted.But she would neither have known what sort Curdie was, nor what he wanted, and would assuredly have denied him admittance, for she knew nothing of who was in the tower.So the front door was left open for him, and in he walked.

But where to go next he could not tell.It was not quite dark: a dull, shineless twilight filled the place.All he knew was that he must go up, and that proved enough for the present, for there he saw the great staircase rising before him.When he reached the top of it, he knew there must be more stairs yet, for he could not be near the top of the tower.Indeed by the situation of the stairs, he must be a good way from the tower itself.But those who work well in the depths more easily understand the heights, for indeed in their true nature they are one and the same; miners are in mountains; and Curdie, from knowing the ways of the king's mines, and being able to calculate his whereabouts in them, was now able to find his way about the king's house.He knew its outside perfectly, and now his business was to get his notion of the inside right with the outside.

So he shut his eyes and made a picture of the outside of it in his mind.Then he came in at the door of the picture, and yet kept the picture before him all the time - for you can do that kind of thing in your mind - and took every turn of the stair over again, always watching to remember, every time he turned his face, how the tower lay, and then when he came to himself at the top where he stood, he knew exactly where it was, and walked at once in the right direction.

On his way, however, he came to another stair, and up that he went, of course, watching still at every turn how the tower must lie.At the top of this stair was yet another - they were the stairs up which the princess ran when first, without knowing it, she was on her way to find her great-great-grandmother.At the top of the second stair he could go no farther, and must therefore set out again to find the tower, which, as it rose far above the rest of the house, must have the last of its stairs inside itself.

Having watched every turn to the very last, he still knew quite well in what direction he must go to find it, so he left the stair and went down a passage that led, if not exactly toward it, yet nearer it.This passage was rather dark, for it was very long, with only one window at the end, and although there were doors on both sides of it, they were all shut.At the distant window glimmered the chill east, with a few feeble stars in it, and its like was dreary and old, growing brown, and looking as if it were thinking about the day that was just gone.Presently he turned into another passage, which also had a window at the end of it; and in at that window shone all that was left of the sunset, just a few ashes, with here and there a little touch of warmth: it was nearly as sad as the east, only there was one difference - it was very plainly thinking of tomorrow.

But at present Curdie had nothing to do with today or tomorrow; his business was with the bird, and the tower where dwelt the grand old princess to whom it belonged.So he kept on his way, still eastward, and came to yet another passage, which brought him to a door.He was afraid to open it without first knocking.He knocked, but heard no answer.He was answered nevertheless; for the door gently opened, and there was a narrow stair - and so steep that, big lad as he was, he, too, like the Princess Irene before him, found his hands needful for the climbing.And it was a long climb, but he reached the top at last - a little landing, with a door in front and one on each side.Which should he knock at?

As he hesitated, he heard the noise of a spinning wheel.He knew it at once, because his mother's spinning wheel had been his governess long ago, and still taught him things.It was the spinning wheel that first taught him to make verses, and to sing, and to think whether all was right inside him; or at least it had helped him in all these things.Hence it was no wonder he should know a spinning wheel when he heard it sing - even although as the bird of paradise to other birds was the song of that wheel to the song of his mother's.

He stood listening, so entranced that he forgot to knock, and the wheel went on and on, spinning in his brain songs and tales and rhymes, till he was almost asleep as well as dreaming, for sleep does not always come first.But suddenly came the thought of the poor bird, which had been lying motionless in his hand all the time, and that woke him up, and at once he knocked.

'Come in, Curdie,' said a voice.

Curdie shook.It was getting rather awful.The heart that had never much heeded an army of goblins trembled at the soft word of invitation.But then there was the red-spotted white thing in his hand! He dared not hesitate, though.Gently he opened the door through which the sound came, and what did he see? Nothing at first - except indeed a great sloping shaft of moonlight that came in at a high window, and rested on the floor.He stood and stared at it, forgetting to shut the door.

'Why don't you come in, Curdie?' said the voice.'Did you never see moonlight before?'

'Never without a moon,' answered Curdie, in a trembling tone, but gathering courage.

'Certainly not,' returned the voice, which was thin and quavering:

'I never saw moonlight without a moon.'

'But there's no moon outside,' said Curdie.