The colour rushed to his face.

He gave an inarticulate cry.

Curdie held up the princess, and the king bent down and took her from his arms.

As he clasped her to his bosom, the big tears went dropping down his cheeks and his beard.

And such a shout arose from all the bystanders that the startled horses pranced and capered, and the armour rang and clattered, and the rocks of the mountain echoed back the noises.