“Midway in our life’s journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.”
― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
I tarried a while in fantasy land to spend more time with Princess Irene and Curdie, the miner boy. When I last met them, the princess had returned to the palace with her papa-king. For defeating the goblins, Curdie was offered a job in the palace but turned it down in order to continue living with his parents.
However, the country folks and Curdie missed the princess. ‘A gloom fell upon the mountain, and the miners when she was gone and Curdie did not whistle for a whole week.’ A year has passed, and unbeknownst to the King, Princess Irene and Curdie, all is not well in the palace. Great, great, grandmother a.k.a. Queen Irene, the fairy godmother figure, has a mission for Curdie. He is to help save the King and his kingdom that is besieged by dishonest and treacherous officials and servants. To equip him for this mission, Curdie has to thrust his hands into a furnace glowing with red and white roses. And lo! His hands are transformed. They can detect upon touch if a man is turning into a beast. “The fire has made Curdie’s hands ‘knowing and wise’ so that he will henceforth be able to know at once the hand of a man who is growing into a beast.” I covet those hands.
In Gwyntystorm, the city where the king has his court, evil is percolating. How is one miner boy to save an ailing kingdom? I have learnt that with the all-knowing, all-seeing great, great grandmother in charge, there is nothing to fear. Curdie is bolstered by an implausible army of 49 Uglies, dog-like creatures who were once humans, and a boa constrictor with four stumpy legs and two wings. They are led by Lina, a fierce, ugly, dog-like animal that is intensely loyal to Queen Irene. I sat back and watched the ensuing battle between the king’s enemies and Curdie’s strange army.
The Princess and Curdie is a fairy tale that holds up the values of courage, loyalty, and integrity. I cannot help but think of Queen Irene’s furnace of white and red roses as a refiner’s fire that has a cleansing or humanizing effect. There is a warning we do well to heed: Beware the callous, imperceptible, slippery slope toward beastliness. Great, great grandmother tells Curdie, “… 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.” This observation fits well with Dante’s quote above from the Inferno.
Although this is a fantasy tale published in 1883, it still speaks truth today. Lest you anticipate that all’s well that end’s well, The Princess and Curdie has an unusual ending beyond the ‘happily ever after.’ Fabulous book.
P.S. Hardly any modern writer uses the word, ‘Lo!’ anymore. A few times, I decoded it as ‘lol’, an exclamation I do not ever use in my own writing or casual comments. Times have changed how we process language.