The Enchanted Castle. Nesbit Edith

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      "Let's go back," said Jimmy, "now this minute, and get our things and have our dinner."

      "Let's have one more try at the maze. I hate giving things up," said Gerald.

      "I am so hungry!" said Jimmy.

      "Why didn't you say so before?" asked Gerald bitterly.

      "I wasn't before."

      "Then you can't be now. You don't get hungry all in a minute. What's that?"

      "That" was a gleam of red that lay at the foot of the yew hedge – a thin little line, that you would hardly have noticed unless you had been staring in a fixed and angry way at the roots of the hedge.

      It was a thread of cotton. Gerald picked it up. One end of it was tied to a thimble with holes in it, and the other —

      "There is no other end," said Gerald, with firm triumph. "It's a clue – that's what it is. What price cold mutton now? I've always felt something magic would happen some day, and now it has."

      "I expect the gardener put it there," said Jimmy.

      "With a Princess's silver thimble on it? Look! there's a crown on the thimble."

      There was.

      "Come," said Gerald in low, urgent tones, "if you are adventurers be adventurers; and anyhow, I expect some one has gone along the road and bagged the mutton hours ago."

      He walked forward, winding the red thread round his fingers as he went. And it was a clue, and it led them right into the middle of the maze. And in the very middle of the maze they came upon the wonder.

      The red clue led them up two stone steps to a round grass plot. There was a sun-dial in the middle, and all round against the yew hedge a low, wide marble seat. The red clue ran straight across the grass and by the sun-dial, and ended in a small brown hand with jewelled rings on every finger. The hand was, naturally, attached to an arm, and that had many bracelets on it, sparkling with red and blue and green stones. The arm wore a sleeve of pink and gold brocaded silk, faded a little here and there but still extremely imposing, and the sleeve was part of a dress, which was worn by a lady who lay on the stone seat asleep in the sun. The rosy gold dress fell open over an embroidered petticoat of a soft green colour. There was old yellow lace the colour of scalded cream, and a thin white veil spangled with silver stars covered the face.

      "It's the enchanted Princess," said Gerald, now really impressed. "I told you so."

      "It's the Sleeping Beauty," said Kathleen. "It is – look how old-fashioned her clothes are, like the pictures of Marie Antoinette's ladies in the history book. She has slept for a hundred years. Oh, Gerald, you're the eldest; you must be the Prince, and we never knew it."

      "She isn't really a Princess," said Jimmy. But the others laughed at him, partly because his saying things like that was enough to spoil any game, and partly because they really were not at all sure that it was not a Princess who lay there as still as the sunshine. Every stage of the adventure – the cave, the wonderful gardens, the maze, the clue, had deepened the feeling of magic, till now Kathleen and Gerald were almost completely bewitched.

      "Lift the veil up, Jerry," said Kathleen in a whisper; "if she isn't beautiful we shall know she can't be the Princess."

      "Lift it yourself," said Gerald.

      "I expect you're forbidden to touch the figures," said Jimmy.

      "It's not wax, silly," said his brother.

      "No," said his sister, "wax wouldn't be much good in this sun. And, besides, you can see her breathing. It's the Princess right enough." She very gently lifted the edge of the veil and turned it back. The Princess's face was small and white between long plaits of black hair. Her nose was straight and her brows finely traced. There were a few freckles on cheek-bones and nose.

      "No wonder," whispered Kathleen, "sleeping all these years in all this sun!" Her mouth was not a rosebud. But all the same —

      "Isn't she lovely!" Kathleen murmured.

      "Not so dusty," Gerald was understood to reply.

      "Now, Jerry," said Kathleen firmly, "you're the eldest."

      "Of course I am," said Gerald uneasily.

      "Well, you've got to wake the Princess."

      "She's not a Princess," said Jimmy, with his hands in the pockets of his knickerbockers; "she's only a little girl dressed up."

      "But she's in long dresses," urged Kathleen.

      "Yes, but look what a little way down her frock her feet come. She wouldn't be any taller than Jerry if she was to stand up."

      "Now then," urged Kathleen. "Jerry, don't be silly. You've got to do it."

      "Do what?" asked Gerald, kicking his left boot with his right.

      "Why, kiss her awake, of course."

      "Not me!" was Gerald's unhesitating rejoinder.

      "Well, some one's got to."

      "She'd go for me as likely as not the minute she woke up," said Gerald anxiously.

      "I'd do it like a shot," said Kathleen, "but I don't suppose it ud make any difference me kissing her."

      She did it; and it didn't. The Princess still lay in deep slumber.

      "Then you must, Jimmy. I daresay you'll do. Jump back quickly before she can hit you."

      "She won't hit him, he's such a little chap," said Gerald.

      "Little yourself!" said Jimmy. "I don't mind kissing her. I'm not a coward, like Some People. Only if I do, I'm going to be the dauntless leader for the rest of the day."

      "No, look here – hold on!" cried Gerald, "perhaps I'd better – " But, in the meantime, Jimmy had planted a loud, cheerful-sounding kiss on the Princess's pale cheek, and now the three stood breathless, awaiting the result.

      And the result was that the Princess opened large, dark eyes, stretched out her arms, yawned a little, covering her mouth with a small brown hand, and said, quite plainly and distinctly, and without any room at all for mistake: —

      "Then the hundred years are over? How the yew hedges have grown! Which of you is my Prince that aroused me from my deep sleep of so many long years?"

      "I did," said Jimmy fearlessly, for she did not look as though she were going to slap any one.

      "My noble preserver!" said the Princess, and held out her hand. Jimmy shook it vigorously.

      "But I say," said he, "you aren't really a Princess, are you?"

      "Of course I am," she answered; "who else could I be? Look at my crown!" She pulled aside the spangled veil, and showed beneath it a coronet of what even Jimmy could not help seeing to be diamonds.

      "But – " said Jimmy.

      "Why," she said, opening her eyes very wide, "you must have known about my being here, or you'd never have come. How did you get past the dragons?"

      Gerald ignored the question. "I say," he said, "do you really believe in magic, and all that?"

      "I ought to," she said, "if anybody does. Look, here's the place where I pricked my finger with the spindle." She showed a little scar on her wrist.

      "Then this really is an enchanted castle?"

      "Of course it is," said the Princess. "How stupid you are!" She stood up, and her pink brocaded dress lay in bright waves about her feet.

      "I said her dress would be too long," said Jimmy.

      "It was the right length when I went to sleep," said the Princess; "it must have grown in the hundred years."

      "I don't believe you're a Princess at all," said Jimmy; "at least – "

      "Don't bother about believing it, if you don't like," said the Princess. "It doesn't so much matter what you believe as what I am." She turned to the others.

      "Let's go back to the castle," she said, "and I'll show you all my lovely jewels and things. Wouldn't you like that?"

      "Yes,"