"Of course I did. But now it is over, and all is well.—Would you like to know why I made you put your hands in the fire?"
Curdie looked at them again—then said,—
"To take the marks of the work off them, and make them fit for the king's court, I suppose."
"No, Curdie," answered the princess, shaking her head, for she was not pleased with the answer. "It would be a poor way of making your hands fit for the king's court to take off them all signs of his service. There is a far greater difference on them than that. Do you feel none?"
"No, ma'am."
"You will, though, by and by, when the time comes. But perhaps even then you might not know what had been given you, therefore I will tell you. Have you ever heard what some philosophers say that men were all animals once?"
"No, ma'am."
"It is of no consequence. But there is another thing that is of the greatest consequence—this: that all men, if they do not take care, go down the hill to the animals' country; that many men are actually, all their lives, going to be beasts. People knew it once, but it is long since they forgot it."
"I am not surprised to hear it, ma'am, when I think of some of our miners."
