As Zella started to go, Inga’s eyes suddenly fell upon her shoes and instantly he recognized them as his own. For only in Pingaree were shoes shaped in this manner: high at the heel and pointed at the toes.
“Stop!” he cried in an excited voice, and the girl obeyed, wonderingly. “Tell me,” he continued, more gently, “where did you get those shoes?”
“My father brought them to me from Regos,” she answered.
“From Regos!”
“Yes. Are they not pretty?” asked Zella, looking down at her feet to admire them. “One of them my father found by the palace wall, and the other on an ash-heap. So he brought them to me and they fit me perfectly.”
By this time Inga was trembling with eager joy, which of course the girl could not understand.
“What is your name, little maid?” he asked.
“I am called Zella, and my father is Nikobob, the charcoal-burner.”
“Zella is a pretty name. I am Inga, Prince of Pingaree,” said he, “and the shoes you are now wearing, Zella, belong to me. They were not cast away, as your father supposed, but were lost. Will you let me have them again?”
Zella’s eyes filled with tears.
“Must I give up my pretty shoes, then?” she asked. “They are the only ones I have ever owned.”
Inga was sorry for the poor child, but he knew how important it was that he regain possession of the Magic Pearls. So he said, pleadingly:
“Please let me have them, Zella. See! I will exchange for them the shoes I now have on, which are newer and prettier than the others.”
The girl hesitated. She wanted to please the boy Prince, yet she hated to exchange the shoes which her father had brought her as a present.
“If you will give me the shoes,” continued the boy, anxiously, “I will promise to make you and your father and mother rich and prosperous. Indeed, I will promise to grant any favors you may ask of me,” and he sat down upon the floor and drew off the shoes he was wearing and held them toward the girl.
“I’ll see if they will fit me,” said Zella, taking off her left shoe—the one that contained the Pink Pearl—and beginning to put on one of Inga’s.
Just then Queen Cor, angry at being made to wait for her whip with the seven lashes, rushed into the room to find Inga. Seeing the boy sitting upon the floor beside Zella, the woman sprang toward him to beat him with her clenched fists; but Inga had now slipped on the shoe and the Queen’s blows could not reach his body.
Then Cor espied the whip lying beside Inga and snatching it up she tried to lash him with it—all to no avail.
While Zella sat horrified by this scene, the Prince, who realized he had no time to waste, reached out and pulled the right shoe from the girl’s foot, quickly placing it upon his own. Then he stood up and, facing the furious but astonished Queen, said to her in a quiet voice:
“Madam, please give me that whip.”
“I won’t!” answered Cor. “I’m going to lash those Pingaree women with it.”
The boy seized hold of the whip and with irresistible strength drew it from the Queen’s hand. But she drew from her bosom a sharp dagger and with the swiftness of lightning aimed a blow at Inga’s heart. He merely stood still and smiled, for the blade rebounded and fell clattering to the floor.
Then, at last, Queen Cor understood the magic power that had terrified her husband but which she had ridiculed in her ignorance, not believing in it. She did not know that Inga’s power had been lost, and found again, but she realized the boy was no common foe and that unless she could still manage to outwit him her reign in the Island of Coregos was ended. To gain time, she went back to the red-domed chamber and seated herself in her throne, before which were grouped the weeping slaves from Pingaree.
Inga had taken Zella’s hand and assisted her to put on the shoes he had given her in exchange for his own. She found them quite comfortable and did not know she had lost anything by the transfer.
“Come with me,” then said the boy Prince, and led her into the presence of Queen Cor, who was giving Rinkitink a scolding. To the overseer Inga said:
“Give me the keys which unlock these chains, that I may set these poor women at liberty.”
“Don’t you do it!” screamed Queen Cor.
“If you interfere, madam,” said the boy, “I will put you into a dungeon.”
By this Rinkitink knew that Inga had recovered his Magic Pearls and the little fat King was so overjoyed that he danced and capered all around the room. But the Queen was alarmed at the threat and the slave driver, fearing the conqueror of Regos, tremblingly gave up the keys.
Inga quickly removed all the shackles from the women of his country and comforted them, telling them they should work no more but would soon be restored to their homes in Pingaree. Then he commanded the slave driver to go and get all the children who had been made slaves, and to bring them to their mothers. The man obeyed and left at once to perform his errand, while Queen Cor, growing more and more uneasy, suddenly sprang from her throne and before Inga could stop her had rushed through the room and out into the courtyard of the palace, meaning to make her escape. Rinkitink followed her, running as fast as he could go.
It was at this moment that Bilbil, in his mad dash from Regos, turned in at the gates of the courtyard, and as he was coming one way and Queen Cor was going the other they bumped into each other with great force. The woman sailed through the air, over Bilbil’s head, and landed on the ground outside the gates, where her crown rolled into a ditch and she picked herself up, half dazed, and continued her flight. Bilbil was also somewhat dazed by the unexpected encounter, but he continued his rush rather blindly and so struck poor Rinkitink, who was chasing after Queen Cor. They rolled over one another a few times and then Rinkitink sat up and Bilbil sat up and they looked at each other in amazement.
“Bilbil,” said the King, “I’m astonished at you!”
“Your Majesty,” said Bilbil, “I expected kinder treatment at your hands.”
“You interrupted me,” said Rinkitink.
“There was plenty of room without your taking my path,” declared the goat.
And then Inga came running out and said: “Where is the Queen?”
“Gone,” replied Rinkitink, “but she cannot go far, as this is an island. However, I have found Bilbil, and our party is again reunited. You have recovered your magic powers, and again we are masters of the situation. So let us be thankful.”
Saying this, the good little King got upon his feet and limped back into the throne room to help comfort the women.
Presently the children of Pingaree, who had been gathered together by the overseer, were brought in and restored to their mothers, and there was great rejoicing among them, you may be sure.
“But where is Queen Garee, my dear mother?” questioned Inga; but the women did not know and it was some time before the overseer remembered that one of the slaves from Pingaree had been placed in the royal dairy. Perhaps this was the woman the boy was seeking.
Inga at once commanded him to lead the way to the butter house, but when they arrived there Queen Garee was nowhere in the place, although the boy found a silk scarf which he recognized as one that his mother used to wear. Then they began a search throughout the island of Coregos, but could not find Inga’s mother anywhere.
When they returned to the palace of Queen Cor, Rinkitink discovered that the bridge of boats had again been removed, separating them from Regos, and from this they suspected that Queen Cor had fled to her husband’s island and had taken Queen Garee with her. Inga was much perplexed what to do and returned with his friends to the palace to talk the matter over.
Zella was now crying because she had not sold her honey and was unable to return to her parents on the island of Regos, but the boy Prince comforted her and promised she should be protected until she could be restored to her home. Rinkitink found
Queen Cor’s purse, which she had had no time to take with her, and gave Zella several gold pieces for the honey. Then Inga ordered the palace servants to prepare a feast for all the women and children of Pingaree and to prepare for them beds in the great palace, which was large enough to accommodate them all.
Then the boy and the goat and Rinkitink and Zella went into a private room to consider what should be done next.
CHAPTER 14
“Our fault,” said Rinkitink, “is that we conquer only one of these twin islands at a time. When we conquered Regos, our foes all came to Coregos, and now that we have conquered Coregos, the Queen has fled to Regos. And each time they removed the bridge of boats, so that we could not follow them.”
“What has become of our own boat, in which we came from Pingaree?” asked Bilbil.
“We left it on the shore of Regos,” replied the Prince, “but I wonder if we could not get it again.”
“Why don’t you ask the White Pearl?” suggested Rinkitink.
“That is a good idea,” returned the boy, and at once he drew the White Pearl from its silken bag and held it to his ear. Then he asked: “How may I regain our boat?”
The Voice of the Pearl replied: “Go to the south end of the Island of Coregos, and clap your hands three times and the boat will come to you.”
“Very good!” cried Inga, and then he turned to his companions and said: “We shall be able to get our boat whenever we please; but what then shall we do?”
“Take me home in it!” pleaded Zella.
“Come with me to my City of Gilgad,” said the King, “where you will be very welcome to remain forever.”
“No,” answered Inga, “I must rescue my father and mother, as well as my people. Already I have the women and children of Pingaree, but the men are with my father in the mines of Regos, and my dear mother has been taken away by Queen Cor. Not until all are rescued will I consent to leave these islands.”
“Quite right!” exclaimed Bilbil.
“On second thought,” said Rinkitink, “I agree with you. If you are careful to sleep in your shoes, and never take them off again, I believe you will be able to perform the task you have undertaken.”
They counseled together for a long time as to their mode of action and it was finally considered best to make the attempt to liberate King Kitticut first of all, and with him the men from Pingaree. This would give them an army to assist them and afterward they could march to Regos and compel Queen Cor to give up the Queen of Pingaree. Zella told them that they could go in their boat along the shore of Regos to a point opposite the mines, thus avoiding any conflict with the warriors of King Gos.
This being considered the best course to pursue, they resolved to start on the following morning, as night was even now approaching. The servants being all busy in caring for the women and children, Zella undertook to get a dinner for Inga and Rinkitink and herself and soon prepared a fine meal in the palace kitchen, for she was a good little cook and had often helped her mother. The dinner was served in a small room overlooking the gardens and Rinkitink thought the best part of it was the sweet honey, which he spread upon the biscuits that Zella had made. As for Bilbil, he wandered through the palace grounds and found some grass that made him a good dinner.
During the evening Inga talked with the women and cheered them, promising soon to reunite them with their husbands who were working in the mines and to send them back to their own island of Pingaree.
Next morning the boy rose bright and early and found that Zella had already prepared a nice breakfast. And after the meal they went to the most southern point of the island, which was not very far away, Rinkitink riding upon Bilbil’s back and Inga and Zella following behind them, hand in hand.
When they reached the water’s edge the boy advanced and clapped his hands together three times, as the White Pearl had told him to do. And in a few moments they saw in the distance the black boat with the silver lining, coming swiftly toward them from the sea. Presently it grounded on the beach and they all got into it.
Zella was delighted with the boat, which was the most beautiful she had ever seen, and the marvel of its coming to them through the water without anyone to row it, made her a little afraid of the fairy craft. But Inga picked up the oars and began to row and at once the boat shot swiftly in the direction of Regos. They rounded the point of that island where the city was built and noticed that the shore was lined with warriors who had discovered their boat but seemed undecided whether to pursue it or not. This was probably because they had received no commands what to do, or perhaps they had learned to fear the magic powers of these adventurers from Pingaree and were unwilling to attack them unless their King ordered them to.
The coast on the western side of the Island of Regos was very uneven and Zella, who knew fairly well the location of the mines from the inland forest path, was puzzled to decide which mountain they now viewed from the sea was the one where the entrance to the underground caverns was located. First she thought it was this peak, and then she guessed it was that; so considerable time was lost through her uncertainty.
They finally decided to land and explore the country, to see where they were, so Inga ran the boat into a little rocky cove where they all disembarked. For an hour they searched for the path without finding any trace of it and now Zella believed they had gone too far to the north and must return to another mountain that was nearer to the city.
Once again they entered the boat and followed the winding coast south until they thought they had reached the right place. By this time, however, it was growing dark, for the entire day had been spent in the search for the entrance to the mines, and Zella warned them that it would be safer to spend the night in the boat than on the land, where wild beasts were sure to disturb them. None of them realized at this time how fatal this day of search had been to their plans and perhaps if Inga had realized what was going on he would have landed and fought all the wild beasts in the forest rather than quietly remain in the boat until morning.
However, knowing nothing of the cunning plans of Queen Cor and King Gos, they anchored their boat in a little bay and cheerfully ate their dinner, finding plenty of food and drink in the boat’s lockers. In the evening the stars came out in the sky and tipped the waves around their boat with silver. All around them was delightfully still save for the occasional snarl of a beast on the neighboring shore.
They talked together quietly of their adventures and their future plans and Zella told them her simple history and how hard her poor father was obliged to work, burning charcoal to sell for enough money to support his wife and child. Nikobob might be the humblest man in all Regos, but Zella declared he was a good man, and honest, and it was not his fault that his country was ruled by so wicked a King.
Then Rinkitink, to amuse them, offered to sing a song, and although Bilbil protested in his gruff way, claiming that his master’s voice was cracked and disagreeable, the little King was encouraged by the others to sing his song, which he did.
“A red-headed man named Ned was dead;
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
In battle he had lost his head;
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
‘Alas, poor Ned,’ to him I said,
‘How did you lose your head so red?’
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
“Said Ned: ‘I for my country bled,’
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
‘Instead of dying safe in bed;’
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
‘If I had only fled, instead,
I then had been a head ahead.’
Sing fiddle-cum-faddle-cum-fi-do!
“I said to Ned——”
“Do stop, Your Majesty!” pleaded Bilbil. “You’re making my head ache.”
“But the song isn’t finished,” replied Rinkitink, “and as f
or your head aching, think of poor Ned, who hadn’t any head at all!”
“I can think of nothing but your dismal singing,” retorted Bilbil. “Why didn’t you choose a cheerful subject, instead of telling how a man who was dead lost his red head? Really, Rinkitink, I’m surprised at you.”
“I know a splendid song about a live man,” said the King.
“Then don’t sing it,” begged Bilbil.
Zella was both astonished and grieved by the disrespectful words of the goat, for she had quite enjoyed Rinkitink’s singing and had been taught a proper respect for Kings and those high in authority. But as it was now getting late they decided to go to sleep, that they might rise early the following morning, so they all reclined upon the bottom of the big boat and covered themselves with blankets which they found stored underneath the seats for just such occasions. They were not long in falling asleep and did not waken until daybreak.
After a hurried breakfast, for Inga was eager to liberate his father, the boy rowed the boat ashore and they all landed and began searching for the path. Zella found it within the next half hour and declared they must be very close to the entrance to the mines; so they followed the path toward the north, Inga going first, and then Zella following him, while Rinkitink brought up the rear riding upon Bilbil’s back.
Before long they saw a great wall of rock towering before them, in which was a low arched entrance, and on either side of this entrance stood a guard, armed with a sword and a spear. The guards of the mines were not so fierce as the warriors of King Gos, their duty being to make the slaves work at their tasks and guard them from escaping; but they were as cruel as their cruel master wished them to be, and as cowardly as they were cruel.
Inga walked up to the two men at the entrance and said:
“Does this opening lead to the mines of King Gos?”
“It does,” replied one of the guards, “but no one is allowed to pass out who once goes in.”
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