THE EMERALD.
Father and son had seated themselves on a projecting piece of the rock
at a corner where three galleries met--the one they had come along from
their work, one to the right leading out of the mountain, and the other
to the left leading far into a portion of it which had been long
disused. Since the inundation caused by the goblins, it had indeed been
rendered impassable by the settlement of a quantity of the water,
forming a small but very deep lake, in a part where was a considerable
descent. They had just risen and were turning to the right, when a gleam
caught their eyes, and made them look along the whole gangue. Far up
they saw a pale green light, whence issuing they could not tell, about
halfway between floor and roof of the passage. They saw nothing but the
light, which was like a large star, with a point of darker colour yet
brighter radiance in the heart of it, whence the rest of the light shot
out in rays that faded towards the ends until they vanished. It shed
hardly any light around it, although in itself it was so bright as to
sting the eyes that beheld it. Wonderful stories had from ages gone been
current in the mines about certain magic gems which gave out light of
themselves, and this light looked just like what might be supposed to
shoot from the heart of such a gem. They went up the old gallery to find
out what it could be.
To their surprise they found, however, that, after going some distance,
they were no nearer to it, so far as they could judge, than when they
started. It did not seem to move, and yet they moving did not approach
it. Still they persevered, for it was far too wonderful a thing to lose
sight of so long as they could keep it. At length they drew near the
hollow where the water lay, and still were no nearer the light. Where
they expected to be stopped by the water, however, water was none:
something had taken place in some part of the mine that had drained it
off, and the gallery lay open as in former times. And now, to their
surprise, the light, instead of being in front of them, was shining at
the same distance to the right, where they did not know there was any
passage at all. Then they discovered, by the light of the lanterns they
carried, that there the water had broken through, and made an adit to a
part of the mountain of which Peter knew nothing. But they were hardly
well into it, still following the light, before Curdie thought he
recognised some of the passages he had so often gone through when he was
watching the goblins. After they had advanced a long way, with many
turnings, now to the right, now to the left, all at once their eyes
seemed to come suddenly to themselves, and they became aware that the
light which they had taken to be a great way from them was in reality
almost within reach of their hands. The same instant it began to grow
larger and thinner, the point of light grew dim as it spread, the
greenness melted away, and in a moment or two, instead of the star, a
dark, dark and yet luminous face was looking at them with living eyes.
And Curdie felt a great awe swell up in his heart, for he thought he had
seen those eyes before.
"I see you know me, Curdie," said a voice.
"If your eyes are you, ma'am, then I know you," said Curdie. "But I
never saw your face before."
"Yes, you have seen it, Curdie," said the voice.
And with that the darkness of its complexion melted away, and down from
the face dawned out the form that belonged to it, until at last Curdie
and his father beheld a lady, "beautiful exceedingly," dressed in
something pale green, like velvet, over which her hair fell in cataracts
of a rich golden colour. It looked as if it were pouring down from her
head, and, like the water of the Dustbrook, vanishing in a golden vapour
ere it reached the floor. It came flowing from under the edge of a
coronet of gold, set with alternated pearls and emeralds. In front of
the crown was a great emerald, which looked somehow as if out of it had
come the light they had followed. There was no ornament else about her,
except on her slippers, which were one mass of gleaming emeralds, of
various shades of green, all mingling lovely like the waving of grass in
the wind and sun. She looked about five-and-twenty years old. And for
all the difference, Curdie knew somehow or other, he could not have told
how, that the face before him was that of the old princess, Irene's
great-great-grandmother.
By this time all around them had grown light, and now first they could
see where they were. They stood in a great splendid cavern, which Curdie
recognised as that in which the goblins held their state assemblies.
But, strange to tell, the light by which they saw came streaming,
sparkling, and shooting from stones of many colours in the sides and
roof and floor of the cavern--stones of all the colours of the rainbow,
and many more. It was a glorious sight--the whole rugged place flashing
with colours--in one spot a great light of deep carbuncular red, in
another of sapphirine blue, in another of topaz-yellow; while here and
there were groups of stones of all hues and sizes, and again nebulous
spaces of thousands of tiniest spots of brilliancy of every conceivable
shade. Sometimes the colours ran together, and made a little river or
lake of lambent interfusing and changing tints, which, by their
variegation, seemed to imitate the flowing of water, or waves made by
the wind. Curdie would have gazed entranced, but that all the beauty of
the cavern, yes, of all he knew of the whole creation, seemed gathered
in one centre of harmony and loveliness in the person of the ancient
lady who stood before him in the very summer of beauty and strength.
Turning from the first glance at the circumfulgent splendour, it
dwindled into nothing as he looked again at the lady. Nothing flashed or
glowed or shone about her, and yet it was with a prevision of the truth
that he said,--
"I was here once before, ma'am."
"I know that, Curdie," she replied.
"The place was full of torches, and the walls gleamed, but nothing as
they do now, and there is no light in the place."
"You want to know where the light comes from?" she said, smiling.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then see: I will go out of the cavern. Do not be afraid, but watch."
She went slowly out. The moment she turned her back to go, the light
began to pale and fade; the moment she was out of their sight the place
was black as night, save that now the smoky yellow-red of their lamps,
which they thought had gone out long ago, cast a dusky glimmer around
them.