It was only a mistake for once.' 'Once might be too often,' murmured the king to himself, as he stroked his child's head.
I can't tell you how he had come to know.

I am sure Curdie had not told him.

Someone about the palace must have seen them, after all.
He sat for a good while thinking.

There was no sound to be heard except that of a little stream which ran merrily out of an opening in the rock by where they sat, and sped away down the hill through the garden.

Then he rose and, leaving Irene where she was, went into the house and sent for Lootie, with whom he had a talk that made her cry.
When in the evening he rode away upon his great white horse, he left six of his attendants behind him, with orders that three of them should watch outside the house every night, walking round and round it from sunset to sunrise.