The Golden Key | Page 3

making faces at her out of the mirror, and the heads carved upon a
great old wardrobe grinning fearfully. Then two old spider-legged
chairs came forward into the middle of the room, and began to dance a
queer, old-fashioned dance. This set her laughing and she forgot the ape
and the grinning heads. So the fairies saw they had made a mistake, and
sent the chairs back to their places. But they knew that she had been
reading the story of Silverhair all day. So the next moment she heard
the voices of the three bears upon the stair, big voice, middle voice, and
little voice, and she heard their soft, heavy tread, as if they had
stockings over their boots, coming nearer and nearer to the door of her
room, till she could bear it no longer. She did just as Silverhair did, and
as the fairies wanted her to do; she darted to the window, pulled it open,
got upon the ivy, and so scrambled to the ground. She then fled to the
forest as fast as she could run.
Now, although she did not know it, this was the very best way she

could have gone; for nothing is ever so mischievous in its own place as
it is out of it; and, besides, these mischievous creatures were only the
children of Fairyland, as it were, and there are many other beings there
as well; and if a wanderer gets in among them, the good ones will
always help him more than the evil ones will be able to hurt him.
The sun was now set, and the darkness coming on, but the child
thought of no danger but the bears behind her. If she had looked round,
however, she would have seen that she was followed by a very different
creature from a bear. It was a curious creature, made like a fish, but
covered, instead of scales, with feathers of all colours, sparkling like
those of a humming-bird. It had fins, not wings, and swam through the
air as a fish does through the water. Its head was like the head of a
small owl.
After running a long way, and as the last of the light was disappearing,
she passed under a tree with drooping branches. It dropped its branches
to the ground all about her, and caught her as in a trap. She struggled to
get out, but the branches pressed her closer and closer to the trunk. She
was in great terror and distress, when the air-fish, swimming into the
thicket of branches, began tearing them with its beak. They loosened
their hold at once, and the creature went on attacking them, till at
length they let the child go. Then the air-fish came from behind her,
and swam on in front, glittering and sparkling all lovely colours; and
she followed.
It led her gently along till all at once it swam in at a cottage door. The
child followed still. There was a bright fire in the middle of the floor,
upon which stood a pot without a lid, full of water that boiled and
bubbled furiously. The air-fish swam straight to the pot and into the
boiling water, where it lay quiet. A beautiful woman rose from the
opposite side of the fire and came to meet the girl. She took her up in
her arms, and said,--
"Ah, you are come at last! I have been looking for you a long time."
She sat down with her on her lap, and there the girl sat staring at her.
She had never seen anything so beautiful. She was tall and strong, with

white arms and neck, and a delicate flush on her face. The child could
not tell what was the colour of her hair, but could not help thinking it
had a tinge of dark green. She had not one ornament upon her, but she
looked as if she had just put off quantities of diamonds and emeralds.
Yet here she was in the simplest, poorest little cottage, where she was
evidently at home. She was dressed in shining green.
The girl looked at the lady, and the lady looked at the girl.
"What is your name?" asked the lady.
"The servants always called me Tangle."
"Ah, that was because your hair was so untidy. But that was their fault,
the naughty women! Still it is a pretty name, and I will call you Tangle
too. You must not mind my asking you questions, for you may ask me
the same questions, every one of them, and any others that you like.
How old are you?"
"Ten," answered Tangle.
"You don't look like it," said the lady.
"How old are you. please?" returned Tangle.
"Thousands of years old," answered the lady.