CHAPTER 6, part 2
'Lootie! Lootie! why do you run so fast? It shakes my teeth when I talk.' 'Then don't talk,' said Lootie. 'But the princess went on talking. She was always saying: 'Look, look, Lootie!' but Lootie paid no more heed to anything she said, only ran on.
'Look, look, Lootie! Don't you see that funny man peeping over the rock?' Lootie only ran the faster. They had to pass the rock, and when they came nearer, the princess saw it was only a lump of the rock itself that she had taken for a man.
'Look, look, Lootie! There's such a curious creature at the foot of that old tree. Look at it, Lootie! It's making faces at us, I do think.' Lootie gave a stifled cry, and ran faster still--so fast that Irene's little legs could not keep up with her, and she fell with a crash. It was a hard downhill road, and she had been running very fast--so it was no wonder she began to cry. This put the nurse nearly beside herself; but all she could do was to run on, the moment she got the princess on her feet again.
'Who's that laughing at me?' said the princess, trying to keep in her sobs, and running too fast for her grazed knees.
'Nobody, child,' said the nurse, almost angrily. But that instant there came a burst of coarse tittering from somewhere near, and a hoarse indistinct voice that seemed to say: 'Lies! lies! lies!' 'Oh!' cried the nurse with a sigh that was almost a scream, and ran on faster than ever.
'Nursie! Lootie! I can't run any more. Do let us walk a bit.' 'What am I to do?' said the nurse. 'Here, I will carry you.' She caught her up; but found her much too heavy to run with, and had to set her down again. Then she looked wildly about her, gave a great cry, and said:
'We've taken the wrong turning somewhere, and I don't know where we are. We are lost, lost!' The terror she was in had quite bewildered her. It was true enough they had lost the way. They had been running down into a little valley in which there was no house to be seen.
Now Irene did not know what good reason there was for her nurse's terror, for the servants had all strict orders never to mention the goblins to her, but it was very discomposing to see her nurse in such a fright. Before, however, she had time to grow thoroughly alarmed like her, she heard the sound of whistling, and that revived her. Presently she saw a boy coming up the road from the valley to meet them. He was the whistler; but before they met his whistling changed to singing. And this is something like what he sang:
'Ring! dod! bang!
Go the hammers' clang! Hit and turn and bore!
Whizz and puff and roar!
Thus we rive the rocks,
Force the goblin locks.--
See the shining ore!
One, two, three--
Bright as gold can be!
Four, five, six--
Shovels, mattocks, picks!
Seven, eight, nine--
Light your lamp at mine.
Ten, eleven, twelve--
Loosely hold the helve.
We're the merry miner-boys, Make the goblins hold their noise.' 'I wish YOU would hold your noise,' said the nurse rudely, for the very word GOBLIN at such a time and in such a place made her tremble. It would bring the goblins upon them to a certainty, she thought, to defy them in that way. But whether the boy heard her or not, he did not stop his singing.
'Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen-- This is worth the siftin'; Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen--
There's the match, and lay't in. Nineteen, twenty--
Goblins in a plenty.'
