`` He sends you his glove , '' said Prince Prigio , `` as a challenge to mortal combat , till death do you part . '' Then he dropped his own glove into the fiery lake . `` Does he ? '' yelled the Firedrake . `` Just let me get at him ! '' and he scrambled out , all red-hot as he was . `` I 'll go and tell him you 're coming , '' said the prince ; and with two strides he was over the frozen mountain of the Remora . CHAPTER X. The Prince and the Remora . If he had been too warm before , the prince was too cold now . The hill of the Remora was one solid mass of frozen steel , and the cold rushed out of it like the breath of some icy beast , which indeed it was . All around were things like marble statues of men in armour : they were the dead bodies of the knights , horses and all , who had gone out of old to fight the Remora , and who had been frosted up by him . The prince felt his blood stand still , and he grew faint ; but he took heart , for there was no time to waste . Yet he could nowhere see the Remora . `` Hi ! '' shouted the prince . Then , from a narrow chink at the bottom of the smooth , black hill , -- a chink no deeper than that under a door , but a mile wide , -- stole out a hideous head ! It was as flat as the head of a skate-fish , it was deathly pale , and two chill-blue eyes , dead-coloured like stones , looked out of it . Then there came a whisper , like the breath of the bitter east wind on a winter day : `` Where are you , and how can I come to you ? '' `` Here I am ! '' said the prince from the top of the hill .
Then the flat , white head set itself against the edge of the chink XXXXX which it had peeped , and slowly , like the movement of a sheet of ice , it slipped upwards and curled upwards , and up , and up !
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