CHAPTER 6

The Emerald

Father and son had seated themselves on a projecting piece of 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 there 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 gallery. 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 toward 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 entrance 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 recognized 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 lovelily 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 recognized 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 circuadjacent 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.

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