'
'Perhaps some people can see things other people can't see,
Curdie,' said his mother very gravely. 'I think I will tell you
something I saw myself once - only Perhaps You won't believe me
either!'
'Oh, mother, mother!' cried Curdie, bursting into tears; 'I don't
deserve that, surely!'
'But what I am going to tell you is very strange,' persisted his
mother; 'and if having heard it you were to say I must have been
dreaming, I don't know that I should have any right to be vexed
with you, though I know at least that I was not asleep.'
'Do tell me, mother. Perhaps it will help me to think better of
the princess.'
'That's why I am tempted to tell you,' replied his mother. 'But
first, I may as well mention that, according to old whispers, there
is something more than common about the king's family; and the
queen was of the same blood, for they were cousins of some degree.
There were strange stories told concerning them - all good stories
- but strange, very strange. What they were I cannot tell, for I
only remember the faces of my grandmother and my mother as they
talked together about them.
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