<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2>
<p class="h2">THE END</p>
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<p class="noin"><span style="font-weight:bold">HE</span>
king sent Curdie out into his dominions
to search for men and women
that had human hands. And many such
he found, honest and true, and brought
them to his master. So a new and upright government,
a new and upright court, was formed, and
strength returned to the nation.</p>
<p>But the exchequer was almost empty, for the evil men
had squandered everything, and the king hated taxes
unwillingly paid. Then came Curdie and said to the
king that the city stood upon gold. And the king sent
for men wise in the ways of the earth, and they built
smelting furnaces, and Peter brought miners, and they
mined the gold, and smelted it, and the king coined it
into money, and therewith established things well in the
land.</p>
<p>The same day on which he found his boy, Peter set
out to go home. When he told the good news to Joan
his wife, she rose from her chair and said, "Let us go."
And they left the cottage, and repaired to Gwyntystorm.
And on a mountain above the city they built themselves
a warm house for their old age, high in the clear air.</p>
<p>As Peter mined one day by himself, at the back of the
king's wine-cellar, he broke into a cavern all crusted with
gems, and much wealth flowed therefrom, and the king
used it wisely.</p>
<p>Queen Irene—that was the right name of the old
princess—was thereafter seldom long absent from the
palace. Once or twice when she was missing, Barbara,
who seemed to know of her sometimes when nobody else
had a notion whither she had gone, said she was with
the dear old Uglies in the wood. Curdie thought that
perhaps her business might be with others there as well.
All the uppermost rooms in the palace were left to her
use, and when any one was in need of her help, up
thither he must go. But even when she was there, he
did not always succeed in finding her. She, however,
always knew that such a one had been looking for her.</p>
<p>Curdie went to find her one day. As he ascended the
last stair, to meet him came the well-known scent of her
roses; and when he opened her door, lo! there was the
same gorgeous room in which his touch had been glorified
by her fire! And there burned the fire—a huge
heap of red and white roses. Before the hearth stood
the princess, an old gray-haired woman, with Lina a little
behind her, slowly wagging her tail, and looking like
a beast of prey that can hardly so long restrain itself from
springing as to be sure of its victim. The queen was
casting roses, more and more roses, upon the fire. At last
she turned and said, "Now, Lina!"—and Lina dashed
burrowing into the fire. There went up a black smoke
and a dust, and Lina was never more seen in the palace.</p>
<p>Irene and Curdie were married. The old king died,
and they were king and queen. As long as they lived
Gwyntystorm was a better city, and good people grew in it.
But they had no children, and when they died the people
chose a king. And the new king went mining and
mining in the rock under the city, and grew more and
more eager after the gold, and paid less and less heed to
his people. Rapidly they sunk towards their old
wickedness. But still the king went on mining, and
coining gold by the pailful, until the people were worse
even than in the old time. And so greedy was the king
after gold, that when at last the ore began to fail, he
caused the miners to reduce the pillars which Peter and
they that followed him had left standing to bear the city.
And from the girth of an oak of a thousand years, they
chipped them down to that of a fir tree of fifty.</p>
<p>One day at noon, when life was at its highest, the
whole city fell with a roaring crash. The cries of men
and the shrieks of women went up with its dust, and
then there was a great silence.</p>
<p>Where the mighty rock once towered, crowded with
homes and crowned with a palace, now rushes and raves
a stone-obstructed rapid of the river. All around spreads
a wilderness of wild deer, and the very name of Gwyntystorm
has ceased from the lips of men.</p>
<p class="centered">THE END.</p>
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