Fearing at last that he was rude, he turned them away; and, behold, he was in a room that was for beauty marvellous! The lofty ceiling was all a golden vine, Whose great clusters of carbuncles, rubies, and chrysoberyls hung down like the bosses of groined arches, and in its centre hung the most glorious lamp that human eyes ever saw--the Silver Moon itself, a globe of silver, as it seemed, with a heart of light so wondrous potent that it rendered the mass translucent, and altogether radiant.
The room was so large that, looking back, he could scarcely see the end at which he entered; but the other was only a few yards from him--and there he saw another wonder: on a huge hearth a great fire was burning, and the fire was a huge heap of roses, and yet it was fire.

The smell of the roses filled the air, and the heat of the flames of them glowed upon his face.

He turned an inquiring look upon the lady, and saw that she was now seated in an ancient chair, the legs of which were crusted with gems, but the upper part like a nest of daisies and moss and green grass.
'Curdie,' she said in answer to his eyes, 'you have stood more than one trial already, and have stood them well: now I am going to put you to a harder.

Do you think you are prepared for it ?' 'How can I tell, ma'am,' he returned, 'seeing I do not know what it is, or what preparation it needs?
Judge me yourself, ma'am.' 'It needs only trust and obedience,' answered the lady.
'I dare not say anything, ma'am.

If you think me fit, command me.' 'It will hurt you terribly, Curdie, but that will be all; no real hurt but much good will come to you from it.' Curdie made no answer but stood gazing with parted lips in the lady's face.
'Go and thrust both your hands into that fire,' she said quickly, almost hurriedly.
Curdie dared not stop to think.