'I suppose that was her way of teaching him what a good thing water was,' said Peter; but the man, who liked strong drink, did not see the joke.
'They do say,' said another, 'that she has lived in the old house over there ever since the little princess left it.They say too that the housekeeper knows all about it, and is hand and glove with the old witch.I don't doubt they have many a nice airing together on broomsticks.But I don't doubt either it's all nonsense, and there's no such person at all.'
'When our cow died,' said another, 'she was seen going round and round the cowhouse the same night.To be sure she left a fine calf behind her - I mean the cow did, not the witch.I wonder she didn't kill that, too, for she'll be a far finer cow than ever her mother was.'
'My old woman came upon her one night, not long before the water broke out in the mine, sitting on a stone on the hillside with a whole congregation of cobs about her.When they saw my wife they all scampered off as fast as they could run, and where the witch was sitting there was nothing to be seen but a withered bracken bush.I made no doubt myself she was putting them up to it.'
And so they went on with one foolish tale after another, while Peter put in a word now and then, and Curdie diligently held his peace.But his silence at last drew attention upon it, and one of them said:
'Come, young Curdie, what are you thinking of?'
'How do you know I'm thinking of anything?' asked Curdie.
'Because you're not saying anything.'
'Does it follow then that, as you are saying so much, you're not thinking at all?' said Curdie.
'I know what he's thinking,' said one who had not yet spoken; 'he's thinking what a set of fools you are to talk such rubbish; as if ever there was or could be such an old woman as you say! I'm sure Curdie knows better than all that comes to.'
'I think,' said Curdie, 'it would be better that he who says anything about her should be quite sure it is true, lest she should hear him, and not like to be slandered.'
'But would she like it any better if it were true?' said the same man.'If she is What they say - I don't know - but I never knew a man that wouldn't go in a rage to be called the very thing he was.'
'if bad things were true of her, and I knew it,' said Curdie, 'Iwould not hesitate to say them, for I will never give in to being afraid of anything that's bad.I suspect that the things they tell, however, if we knew all about them, would turn out to have nothing but good in them; and I won't say a word more for fear Ishould say something that mightn't be to her mind.'
They all burst into a loud laugh.
'Hear the parson!' they cried.'He believes in the witch! Ha!
ha!'
'He's afraid of her!'
'And says all she does is good!'
'He wants to make friends with her, that she may help him to find the silver ore.'
'Give me my own eyes and a good divining rod before all the witches in the world! And so I'd advise you too, Master Curdie; that is, when your eyes have grown to be worth anything, and you have learned to cut the hazel fork.'
Thus they all mocked and jeered at him, but he did his best to keep his temper and go quietly on with his work.He got as close to his father as he could, however, for that helped him to bear it.As soon as they were tired of laughing and mocking, Curdie was friendly with them, and long before their midday meal all between them was as it had been.
But when the evening came, Peter and Curdie felt that they would rather walk home together without other company, and therefore lingered behind when the rest of the men left the mine.
