Curdie's Guide Just as the consolation of this resolve dawned upon his mind and he was turning away for the cellar to follow the goblins into their hole, something touched his hand.

It was the slightest touch, and when he looked he could see nothing.

Feeling and peering about in the grey of the dawn, his fingers came upon a tight thread.

He looked again, and narrowly, but still could see nothing.

It flashed upon him that this must be the princess's thread.