Seeing that the strangers were gazing on him so earnestly, Kwytoffle thought they were frightened; so he said again, in a big voice:
“Beware my vengeance!”
“Beware yourself!” retorted the prince. “For if you do not treat us more respectfully, I shall have you flogged.”
“What! Flog me!” shouted Kwytoffle, furiously. “For this I will turn every one of you into grasshoppers--unless you at once give me all the wealth you possess!”
“Poor man!” exclaimed Nerle; “I can see you are longing for that flogging. Will you have it now?” and he raised his riding-whip above his head.
Kwytoffle stumbled backward a few paces and blew shrilly upon his silver whistle. Instantly a number of soldiers came running from the building, others following quickly after them until fully a hundred rough-looking warriors, armed with swords and axes, had formed in battle array, facing the little party of Prince Marvel.
“Arrest these strangers!” commanded Kwytoffle, in a voice like a roar. “Capture them and bind them securely, and then I will change them all into grasshoppers!”
“All right,” answered the captain of the soldiers; and then he turned to his men and shouted: “Forward--double-quick--march!”
They came on with drawn swords; at first running, and then gradually dropping into a walk, as they beheld Nerle, Wul-Takim, King Terribus and Marvel standing quietly waiting to receive them, weapons in hand and ready for battle. A few paces off the soldiers hesitated and stopped altogether, and Kwytoffle yelled at the captain:
“Why don’t you go on? Why don’t you capture them? Why don’t you fight them?”
“Why, they have drawn their swords!” responded the captain, reproachfully.
“Who cares?” roared the sorcerer.
“We care,” said the captain, giving a shudder, as he looked upon the strangers. “Their swords are sharp, and some of us would get hurt.”
“You’re cowards!” shrieked the enraged Kwytoffle. “I’ll turn you all into June-bugs!”
At this threat the soldiers dropped their swords and axes, and all fell upon their knees, trembling visibly and imploring their cruel master not to change them into june-bugs.
“Bah!” cried Nerle, scornfully; “why don’t you fight? If we kill you, then you will escape being June-bugs.”
“The fact is,” said the captain, woefully, “we simply can’t fight. For our swords are only tin, and our axes are made of wood, with silver-paper pasted over them.”
“But why is that?” asked Wul-Takim, while all the party showed their surprise.
“Why, until now we have never had any need to fight,” said the captain, “for every one has quickly surrendered to us or run away the moment we came near. But you people do not appear to be properly frightened, and now, alas! since you have drawn upon us the great sorcerer’s anger, we shall all be transformed into June-bugs.”
“Yes!” roared Kwytoffle, hopping up and down with anger, “you shall all be June-bugs, and these strangers I will transform into grasshoppers!”
“Very well,” said Prince Marvel, quietly; “you can do it now.”
“I will! I will!” cried the sorcerer.
“Then why don’t you begin?” inquired the prince.
“Why don’t I begin? Why, I haven’t got the enchantments with me, that’s why. Do you suppose we great magicians carry around enchantments in our pockets?” returned the other, in a milder tone.
“Where do you keep your enchantments?” asked the prince.
“They’re in my dwelling,” snapped Kwytoffle, taking off his hat and fanning his fat face with the brim.
“Then go and get them,” said Marvel.
“Nonsense! If I went to get the enchantments you would all run away!” retorted the sorcerer.
“Not so!” protested Nerle, who was beginning to be amused. “My greatest longing in life is to become a grasshopper.”
“Oh, yes! PLEASE let us be grasshoppers!” exclaimed the High Ki maids in the same breath.
“We want to hop! We want to hop! Please--PLEASE let us hop!” implored the bald-headed Ki, winking their left eyes at Wul-Takim.
“By all means let us become grasshoppers,” said King Terribus, smiling; and Wul-Takim added:
“I’m sure your soldiers would enjoy being June-bugs, for then they wouldn’t have to work. Isn’t that so, boys?”
The bewildered soldiers looked at one another in perplexity, and the still more bewildered sorcerer gazed on the speakers with staring eyes and wide-open mouth.
“I insist,” said Prince Marvel, “upon your turning us into grasshoppers and your soldiers into June-bugs, as you promised. If you do not, then I will flog you--as I promised.”
“Very well,” returned the sorcerer, with a desperate look upon his face; “I’ll go and find the enchantment.”
“And we’ll go with you,” remarked the prince, pleasantly.
So the entire party accompanied Kwytoffle into the house, where they entered a large room that was in a state of much disorder.
“Let me see,” said the sorcerer, rubbing his ears, as if trying to think; “I wonder if I put them in this cupboard. You see,” he explained, “no one has ever before dared me to transform him into a June-bug or grasshopper, so I have almost forgotten where I keep my book of enchantments. No, it’s not in the cupboard,” he continued, looking there; “but it surely must be in this chest.”
It was not in the chest, either, and so the sorcerer continued to look in all sorts of queer places for his book of enchantments, without finding it. Whenever he paused in his search Prince Marvel would say, sternly:
“Go on! Find the book! Hunt it up. We are all anxious to become grasshoppers.” And then Kwytoffle would set to work again, although big drops of perspiration were now streaming down his face.
Finally he pulled an old book from underneath the pillow of his bed, and crying, “Here it is!” carried it to the window.
He turned a few leaves of the book and then said:
“How unfortunate! The compound I require to change you into grasshoppers must be mixed on the first day of September; and as this is now the eighth day of September I must wait nearly a year before I can work the enchantment.”
“How about the June-bugs?” asked Nerle.
“Oh! Ah! The June-bug mixture can only be made at the dark o’ the moon,” said the sorcerer, pretending to read, “and that is three weeks from now.”
“Let me read it,” said Prince Marvel, suddenly snatching the book from Kwytoffle’s hands. Then he turned to the title-page and read:
“‘Lives of Famous Thieves and Impostors.’ Why, this is not a book of enchantments.”
“That is what I suspected,” said Terribus.
“No one but a sorcerer can read the enchantments in this book,” declared Kwytoffle; but he hung his head with a sheepish look, for he knew his deception had been well understood.
“Is your own history written in this volume?” inquired Marvel.
“No,” answered the sorcerer.
“Then it ought to be,” said the prince, “for you are no sorcerer at all, but merely a thief and an impostor!”
22. The Queen of Plenta
The soldiers of Kwytoffle wanted to hang their old master at once, for he had won their enmity by abusing them in many ways; but Prince Marvel would not let them do this. However, they tied the false sorcerer to a post, and the captain gave him a good whipping--one lash for each letter in the words “grasshopper” and “June-bug.” Kwytoffle howled loudly for mercy, but no one was at all sorry for him.
Wul-Takim tied a rope around the impostor’s neck, and when the party left the castle they journeyed all through the kingdom of Auriel, and at every town or city they came to the reformed thief would cry out to the populace:
“Here is the terrible sorcerer Kwytoffle, who threatened to change you into grasshoppers and june-bugs. But you may see that he is a very common man, with no powers of sorcery whatever!”
/> And then the people would laugh and pelt mud at their former tyrant, and thank Prince Marvel for haying exposed the false and wicked creature.
And they called the son of their old king back to his lawful throne, where he ruled wisely and well; and the hoarded wealth of Kwytoffle was divided among the people again, and soon the country became prosperous once more.
This adventure was very amusing to the pretty High Ki of Twi. It afforded them laughter for many days, and none of the party ever saw a grasshopper or a june-bug afterward without thinking of the terrible sorcerer Kwytoffle.
They left that disgraced person grooming horses for his board in the stables of the new king, and proceeded upon their journey.
Without further event they reached the splendid southern Kingdom of Plenta, which was the most delightfully situated of any dominion in the Enchanted Island of Yew. It was ruled by a good and generous queen, who welcomed the strangers to her palace and gave a series of gay entertainments in their honor.
King Terribus was especially an object of interest, for every one had heard his name and feared him and his fierce people. But when they beheld his pleasant countenance and listened to his gentle voice they began to regard him with much love and respect; and really Terribus was worthy of their friendship since he had changed from a deformed monster into an ordinary man, and had forbidden his people ever again to rob and plunder their weaker neighbors.
But the most popular personages visiting at the court of the Queen of Plenta were the lovely High Ki of Twi. Although beautiful girls abounded in this kingdom, none could compare with the royal twins, and their peculiar condition only served to render them the more interesting.
Two youths would approach the High Ki at the same time and invite them to dance, and in united voices they would accept the invitation and go whirling around the room with exactly the same steps, laughing at the same instant and enjoying the dance equally. But if one youth asked his partner a question, both the twins would make answer, and that was sure to confuse and embarrass the youth. Still, the maids managed very well to adapt themselves to the ways of people who were singular, although they sometimes became a little homesick for Twi, where they were like all the other people.
The bald-headed Ki kept watchful eyes on their youthful rulers, and served them very cheerfully. But with all their travels and experiences, the old men could never be convinced it was better to be singular than double.
Prince Marvel was the real hero of the party, and Nerle received much attention on account of his master’s popularity. He did not seem as unhappy as usual, and when the prince inquired the reason, his esquire answered that he believed the excitement of their adventures was fast curing him of his longing for something he could not have. As for the pleasure of suffering, he had had some experience of that, too, and it was not nearly so delightful as he had expected.
Wul-Takim was not a society man, so he stayed around the royal stables and made friends with the grooms, and traded his big black horse for two bay ones and a gold neck-chain, and was fairly content with his lot.
And so the party enjoyed several happy weeks at the court of the good Queen of Plenta, until one day the terrible news arrived that carried them once more into exciting adventures.
23. The Red Rogue of Dawna
One morning, while they were all standing in the courtyard waiting for their horses, as they were about to go for a ride, a courier came galloping swiftly up to the palace and cried:
“Does any one know where Prince Marvel can be found?”
“I am Prince Marvel,” replied the young knight, stepping out from among the others.
“Then have I reached my journey’s end!” said the courier, whose horse was nearly exhausted from long and hard riding. “The Lady Seseley is in great danger, and sends for you to come and rescue her. The great Baron Merd, her father, has been killed and his castle destroyed, and all his people are either captives or have been slain outright.”
“And who has done this evil thing?” asked Prince Marvel, looking very stern and grave.
“The Red Rogue of Dawna,” answered the messenger. “He quarreled with the Baron Merd and sent his savage hordes to tear down his castle and slay him. I myself barely escaped with my life, and the Lady Seseley had but time to say, before she was carried off, that if I could find Prince Marvel he would surely rescue her.”
“And so I will!” declared the prince, “if she be still alive.”
“Who is this Lady Seseley?” asked Nerle, who had come to his master’s side.
“She is my first friend, to whom I owe my very existence. It is her image, together with those of her two friends, which is graven on my shield,” answered Prince Marvel, thoughtfully.
“And what will you do?” inquired the esquire.
“I must go to her at once.”
When they heard of his mission all the party insisted on accompanying him. Even the dainty High Ki could not be deterred by any thoughts of dangers they might encounter; and after some discussion Prince Marvel allowed them to join him.
So Wul-Takim sharpened his big broadsword, and Nerle carefully prepared his master’s horse, so that before an hour had passed they were galloping toward the province of the Red Rogue of Dawna.
Prince Marvel knew little concerning this personage, but Nerle had much to tell of him. The Red Rogue had once been page to a wise scholar and magician, who lived in a fine old castle in Dawna and ruled over a large territory. The boy was very small and weak--smaller even than the average dwarf--and his master did not think it worth while to watch him. But one evening, while the magician was standing upon the top of the highest tower of his castle, the boy gave him a push from behind, and he met death on the sharp rocks below. Then the boy took his master’s book of magic and found a recipe to make one grow. He made the mixture and swallowed it, and straightway began to grow big and tall. This greatly delighted him, until he found he was getting much bigger than the average man and rapidly becoming a giant. So he sought for a way to arrest the action of the magical draft; but before he could find it he had grown to enormous proportions, and was bigger than the biggest giant. There was nothing in the book of magic to make one grow smaller, so he was obliged to remain as he was--the largest man in the Enchanted Island.
All this had happened in a single night. The morning after his master’s murder the page announced himself lord of the castle; and, seeing his enormous size, none dared deny his right to rule. On account of his bushy hair, which was fiery red in color, and the bushy red beard that covered his face when he became older, people came to call him the Red One. And after his evil deeds and quarrelsome temper had made him infamous throughout the island, people began to call him the Red Rogue of Dawna.
He had gathered around him a number of savage barbarians, as wicked and quarrelsome as himself, and so none dared to interfere with him, or even to meet him, if it were possible to avoid it.
This same Red Rogue it was who had drawn the good Baron Merd into a quarrel and afterward slain the old knight and his followers, destroyed his castle, and carried his little daughter Seseley and her girl friends, Berna and Helda, into captivity, shutting them up in his own gloomy castle.
The Red Rogue thought he had done a very clever thing, and had no fear of the consequences until one of his men came running up to the castle to announce that Prince Marvel and his companions were approaching to rescue the Lady Seseley.
“How many of them are there?” demanded the Red Rogue.
“There are eight, altogether,” answered the man, “but two of them are girls.”
“And they expect to force me to give up my captives?” asked the Red One, laughing with a noise like the roar of a waterfall. “Why, I shall make prisoners of every one of them!”
The man looked at his master fearfully, and replied:
“This Prince Marvel is very famous, and all people speak of his bravery and power. It was he who conquered King Terribus of Spor, and that mighty ruler is now his friend,
and is one of the eight who approach.”
The Red Rogue stopped laughing, for the fame of Spor’s terrible king had long ago reached him. And he reflected that any one who could conquer the army of giants and dwarfs and Gray Men that served Terribus must surely be one to be regarded seriously. Moreover--and this was a secret--the Red Rogue had never been able to gain the strength to correspond with his gigantic size, but had ever remained as weak as when he was a puny boy. So he was accustomed to rely on his cunning and on the terror his very presence usually excited to triumph over his enemies. And he began to be afraid of this prince.
“You say two of the party are girls?” he asked.
“Yes,” said the man, “but also among them are King Terribus himself, and the renowned Wul-Takim, formerly king of thieves, who was conquered by the prince, although accounted a hard fighter, and is now his devoted servant. And there are two old men who are just alike and have a very fierce look about them. They are said to come from the hidden Kingdom of Twi.”
By this time the Red Rogue was thoroughly frightened, but he did not yet despair of defeating his enemies. He knew better than to attempt to oppose Prince Marvel by force, but he still hoped to conquer him by trickery and deceit.
Among the wonderful things that the Red Rogue’s former master, the wise scholar and magician, had made were two large enchanted mirrors, which were set on each side of the great hallway of the castle. Heavy curtains were drawn over the surfaces of these mirrors, because they both possessed a dreadful magical power. For whenever any one looked into one of them his reflection was instantly caught and imprisoned in the mirror, and his body at the same time became invisible to all earthly eyes, only the mirror retaining his form.
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