<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>MASON-WORK</div>
<div class='cap'>HE had all at once remembered the resolution of the
goblins to carry out their second plan upon the failure
of the first. No doubt they were already busy,
and the mine was therefore in the greatest danger of being
flooded and rendered useless—not to speak of the lives of the
miners.</div>
<p>When he reached the mouth of the mine, after rousing all
the miners within reach, he found his father and a good many
more just entering. They all hurried to the gang by which
he had found a way into the goblin country. There the foresight
of Peter had already collected a great many blocks of
stone, with cement, ready for building up the weak place—well
enough known to the goblins. Although there was not room
for more than two to be actually building at once, they managed,
by setting all the rest to work in preparing the cement,
and passing the stones, to finish in the course of the day a huge
buttress filling the whole gang, and supported everywhere by
the live rock. Before the hour when they usually dropped
work, they were satisfied that the mine was secure.</p>
<p>They had heard goblin hammers and pickaxes busy all the
time, and at length fancied they heard sounds of water they
had never heard before. But that was otherwise accounted
for when they left the mine; for they stepped out into a tremendous
storm which was raging all over the mountain. The<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</SPAN></span>
thunder was bellowing, and the lightning lancing out of a huge
black cloud which lay above it, and hung down its edges of
thick mist over its sides. The lightning was breaking out of the
mountain, too, and flashing up into the cloud. From the state
of the brooks, now swollen into raging torrents, it was evident
that the storm had been storming all day.</p>
<p>The wind was blowing as if it would blow him off the mountain,
but, anxious about his mother and the princess, Curdie
darted up through the thick of the tempest. Even if they had
not set out before the storm came on, he did not judge them
safe, for, in such a storm even their poor little house was in
danger. Indeed he soon found that but for a huge rock against
which it was built, and which protected it both from the
blasts and the waters, it must have been swept if it was not
blown away; for the two torrents into which this rock parted
the rush of water behind it united again in front of the cottage—two
roaring and dangerous streams, which his mother and
the princess could not possibly have passed. It was with great
difficulty that he forced his way through one of them, and up
to the door.</p>
<p>The moment his hand fell on the latch, through all the
uproar of winds and waters came the joyous cry of the princess:—</p>
<p>"There's Curdie! Curdie! Curdie!"</p>
<p>She was sitting wrapped in blankets on the bed, his mother
trying for the hundredth time to light the fire which had been
drowned by the rain that came down the chimney. The
clay floor was one mass of mud, and the whole place looked
wretched. But the faces of the mother and the princess shone<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</SPAN></span>
as if their troubles only made them merrier. Curdie laughed
at sight of them.</p>
<p>"I never <i>had</i> such fun!" said the princess, her eyes twinkling
and her pretty teeth shining. "How nice it must be to live in
a cottage on the mountain!"</p>
<p>"It all depends on what kind your inside house is," said the
mother.</p>
<p>"I know what you mean," said Irene. "That's the kind <ins title="Transcriber's Note: these words added to the text'">of thing</ins>
my grandmother says."</p>
<p>By the time Peter returned, the storm was nearly over, but
the streams were so fierce and so swollen, that it was not only
out of the question for the princess to go down the mountain,
but most dangerous for Peter even or Curdie to make the
attempt in the gathering darkness.</p>
<p>"They will be dreadfully frightened about you," said Peter
to the princess, "but we cannot help it. We must wait till
the morning."</p>
<p>With Curdie's help, the fire was lighted at last, and the
mother set about making their supper; and after supper they
all told the princess stories till she grew sleepy. Then Curdie's
mother laid her in Curdie's bed, which was in a tiny little garret-room.
As soon as she was in bed, through a little window
low down in the roof she caught sight of her grandmother's
lamp shining far away beneath, and she gazed at the beautiful
silvery globe until she fell fast asleep.</p>
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