Oz 10 - Rinkitink in Oz

by L. Frank Baum

  The warriors were now engaged in carrying King Kitticut and Queen Garee and all their other captives down to the boats, where they were thrown in and chained one to another. It was a dreadful sight for the Prince to witness, but he sat very still, concealed from the sight of anyone below by the bower of leafy branches around him. Inga knew very well that he could do nothing to help his beloved parents, and that if he came down he would only be forced to share their cruel fate.

  Now a procession of the Northmen passed between the boats and the palace, bearing the rich furniture, splendid draperies and rare ornaments of which the royal palace had been robbed, together with such food and other plunder as they could lay their hands upon. After this, the men of Regos and Coregos threw ropes around the marble domes and towers and hundreds of warriors tugged at these ropes until the domes and towers toppled and fell in ruins upon the ground. Then the walls themselves were torn down, till little remained of the beautiful palace but a vast heap of white marble blocks tumbled and scattered upon the ground.

  Prince Inga wept bitter tears of grief as he watched the ruin of his home; yet he was powerless to avert the destruction. When the palace had been demolished, some of the warriors entered their boats and rowed along the coast of the island, while the others marched in a great body down the length of the island itself. They were so numerous that they formed a line stretching from shore to shore and they destroyed every house they came to and took every inhabitant prisoner.

  The pearl fishers who lived at the lower end of the island tried to escape in their boats, but they were soon overtaken and made prisoners, like the others. Nor was there any attempt to resist the foe, for the sharp spears and pikes and swords of the invaders terrified the hearts of the defenseless people of Pingaree, whose sole weapons were their oyster rakes.

  When night fell the whole of the Island of Pingaree had been conquered by the men of the North, and all its people were slaves of the conquerors. Next morning the men of Regos and Coregos, being capable of no further mischief, departed from the scene of their triumph, carrying their prisoners with them and taking also every boat to be found upon the island. Many of the boats they had filled with rich plunder, with pearls and silks and velvets, with silver and gold ornaments and all the treasure that had made Pingaree famed as one of the richest kingdoms in the world. And the hundreds of slaves they had captured would be set to work in the mines of Regos and the grain fields of Coregos.

  So complete was the victory of the Northmen that it is no wonder the warriors sang songs of triumph as they hastened back to their homes. Great rewards were awaiting them when they showed the haughty King of Regos and the terrible Queen of Coregos the results of their ocean raid and conquest.

  Chapter Four - The Deserted Island

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  All through that terrible night Prince Inga remained hidden in his tree. In the morning he watched the great fleet of boats depart for their own country, carrying his parents and his countrymen with them, as well as everything of value the Island of Pingaree had contained.

  Sad, indeed, were the boy’s thoughts when the last of the boats had become a mere speck in the distance, but Inga did not dare leave his perch of safety until all of the craft of the invaders had disappeared beyond the horizon. Then he came down, very slowly and carefully, for he was weak from hunger and the long and weary watch, as he had been in the tree for twenty-four hours without food.

  The sun shone upon the beautiful green isle as brilliantly as if no ruthless invader had passed and laid it in ruins. The birds still chirped among the trees and the butterflies darted from flower to flower as happily as when the land was filled with a prosperous and contented people.

  Inga feared that only he was left of all his nation. Perhaps he might be obliged to pass his life there alone. He would not starve, for the sea would give him oysters and fish, and the trees fruit; yet the life that confronted him was far from enticing.

  The boy’s first act was to walk over to where the palace had stood and search the ruins until he found some scraps of food that had been overlooked by the enemy. He sat upon a block of marble and ate of this, and tears filled his eyes as he gazed upon the desolation around him. But Inga tried to bear up bravely, and having satisfied his hunger he walked over to the well, intending to draw a bucket of drinking water.

  Fortunately, this well had been overlooked by the invaders and the bucket was still fastened to the chain that wound around a stout wooden windlass. Inga took hold of the crank and began letting the bucket down into the well, when suddenly he was startled by a muffled voice crying out:

  “Be careful, up there!”

  The sound and the words seemed to indicate that the voice came from the bottom of the well, so Inga looked down. Nothing could be seen, on account of the darkness.

  “Who are you?” he shouted.

  “It’s I—Rinkitink,” came the answer, and the depths of the well echoed: “Tink-i-tink-i-tink!” in a ghostly manner.

  “Are you in the well?” asked the boy, greatly surprised.

  “Yes, and nearly drowned. I fell in while running from those terrible warriors, and I’ve been standing in this damp hole ever since, with my head just above the water. It’s lucky the well was no deeper, for had my head been under water, instead of above it—hoo, hoo, hoo, keek, eek!—under instead of over, you know—why, then I wouldn’t be talking to you now! Ha, hoo, hee!” And the well dismally echoed: “Ha, hoo, hee!” which you must imagine was a laugh half merry and half sad.

  “I’m awfully sorry,” cried the boy, in answer. “I wonder you have the heart to laugh at all. But how am I to get you out?”

  “I’ve been considering that all night,” said Rinkitink, “and I believe the best plan will be for you to let down the bucket to me, and I’ll hold fast to it while you wind up the chain and so draw me to the top.”

  “I will try to do that,” replied Inga, and he let the bucket down very carefully until he heard the King call out:

  “I’ve got it! Now pull me up—slowly, my boy, slowly—so I won’t rub against the rough sides.”

  Inga began winding up the chain, but King Rinkitink was so fat that he was very heavy and by the time the boy had managed to pull him halfway up the well his strength was gone. He clung to the crank as long as possible, but suddenly it slipped from his grasp and the next minute he heard Rinkitink fall “plump!” into the water again.

  “That’s too bad!” called Inga, in real distress; “but you were so heavy I couldn’t help it.”

  “Dear me!” gasped the King, from the darkness below, as he spluttered and coughed to get the water out of his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to let go?”

  “I hadn’t time,” said Inga, sorrowfully.

  “Well, I’m not suffering from thirst,” declared the King, “for there’s enough water inside me to float all the boats of Regos and Coregos or at least it feels that way. But never mind! So long as I’m not actually drowned, what does it matter?”

  “What shall we do next?” asked the boy anxiously.

  “Call someone to help you,” was the reply.

  “There is no one on the island but myself,” said the boy; “—excepting you,” he added, as an afterthought.

  “I’m not on it—more’s the pity!—but in it,” responded Rinkitink. “Are the warriors all gone?”

  “Yes,” said Inga, “and they have taken my father and mother, and all our people, to be their slaves,” he added, trying in vain to repress a sob.

  “So—so!” said Rinkitink softly; and then he paused a moment, as if in thought. Finally he said: “There are worse things than slavery, but I never imagined a well could be one of them. Tell me, Inga, could you let down some food to me? I’m nearly starved, and if you could manage to send me down some food I’d be well fed—hoo, hoo, heek, keek, eek!—well fed. Do you see the joke, Inga?”

  “Do not ask me to enjoy a joke just now, Your Majesty,” begged Inga in a sad voice; “but if you will be pat
ient I will try to find something for you to eat.”

  He ran back to the ruins of the palace and began searching for bits of food with which to satisfy the hunger of the King, when to his surprise he observed the goat, Bilbil, wandering among the marble blocks.

  “What!” cried Inga. “Didn’t the warriors get you, either?”

  “If they had,” calmly replied Bilbil, “I shouldn’t be here.”

  “But how did you escape?” asked the boy.

  “Easily enough. I kept my mouth shut and stayed away from the rascals,” said the goat. “I knew that the soldiers would not care for a skinny old beast like me, for to the eye of a stranger I seem good for nothing. Had they known I could talk, and that my head contained more wisdom than a hundred of their own noddles, I might not have escaped so easily.”

  “Perhaps you are right,” said the boy.

  “I suppose they got the old man?” carelessly remarked Bilbil.

  “What old man?”

  “Rinkitink.”

  “Oh, no! His Majesty is at the bottom of the well,” said Inga, “and I don’t know how to get him out again.”

  “Then let him stay there,” suggested the goat.

  “That would be cruel. I am sure, Bilbil, that you are fond of the good King, your master, and do not mean what you say. Together, let us find some way to save poor King Rinkitink. He is a very jolly companion, and has a heart exceedingly kind and gentle.”

  “Oh, well; the old boy isn’t so bad, taken altogether,” admitted Bilbil, speaking in a more friendly tone. “But his bad jokes and fat laughter tire me dreadfully, at times.”

  Prince Inga now ran back to the well, the goat following more leisurely.

  “Here’s Bilbil!” shouted the boy to the King. “The enemy didn’t get him, it seems.”

  “That’s lucky for the enemy,” said Rinkitink. “But it’s lucky for me, too, for perhaps the beast can assist me out of this hole. If you can let a rope down the well, I am sure that you and Bilbil, pulling together, will be able to drag me to the earth’s surface.”

  “Be patient and we will make the attempt,” replied Inga encouragingly, and he ran to search the ruins for a rope. Presently he found one that had been used by the warriors in toppling over the towers, which in their haste they had neglected to remove, and with some difficulty he untied the knots and carried the rope to the mouth of the well.

  Bilbil had lain down to sleep and the refrain of a merry song came in muffled tones from the well, proving that Rinkitink was making a patient endeavor to amuse himself.

  “I’ve found a rope!” Inga called down to him; and then the boy proceeded to make a loop in one end of the rope, for the King to put his arms through, and the other end he placed over the drum of the windlass. He now aroused Bilbil and fastened the rope firmly around the goat’s shoulders.

  “Are you ready?” asked the boy, leaning over the well.

  “I am,” replied the King.

  “And I am not,” growled the goat, “for I have not yet had my nap out. Old Rinki will be safe enough in the well until I’ve slept an hour or two longer.”

  “But it is damp in the well,” protested the boy, “and King Rinkitink may catch the rheumatism, so that he will have to ride upon your back wherever he goes.”

  Hearing this, Bilbil jumped up at once.

  “Let’s get him out,” he said earnestly.

  “Hold fast!” shouted Inga to the King. Then he seized the rope and helped Bilbil to pull. They soon found the task more difficult than they had supposed. Once or twice the King’s weight threatened to drag both the boy and the goat into the well, to keep Rinkitink company. But they pulled sturdily, being aware of this danger, and at last the King popped out of the hole and fell sprawling full length upon the ground.

  For a time he lay panting and breathing hard to get his breath back, while Inga and Bilbil were likewise worn out from their long strain at the rope; so the three rested quietly upon the grass and looked at one another in silence.

  Finally Bilbil said to the King: “I’m surprised at you. Why were you so foolish as to fall down that well? Don’t you know it’s a dangerous thing to do? You might have broken your neck in the fall, or been drowned in the water.”

  “Bilbil,” replied the King solemnly, “you’re a goat. Do you imagine I fell down the well on purpose?”

  “I imagine nothing,” retorted Bilbil. “I only know you were there.”

  “There? Heh-heh-heek-keek-eek! To be sure I was there,” laughed Rinkitink. “There in a dark hole, where there was no light; there in a watery well, where the wetness soaked me through and through—keek-eek-eek-eek!—through and through!”

  “How did it happen?” inquired Inga.

  “I was running away from the enemy,” explained the King, “and I was carelessly looking over my shoulder at the same time, to see if they were chasing me. So I did not see the well, but stepped into it and found myself tumbling down to the bottom. I struck the water very neatly and began struggling to keep myself from drowning, but presently I found that when I stood upon my feet on the bottom of the well, that my chin was just above the water. So I stood still and yelled for help; but no one heard me.”

  “If the warriors had heard you,” said Bilbil, “they would have pulled you out and carried you away to be a slave. Then you would have been obliged to work for a living, and that would be a new experience.”

  “Work!” exclaimed Rinkitink. “Me work? Hoo, hoo, heek-keek-eek! How absurd! I’m so stout—not to say chubby—not to say fat—that I can hardly walk, and I couldn’t earn my salt at hard work. So I’m glad the enemy did not find me, Bilbil. How many others escaped?”

  “That I do not know,” replied the boy, “for I have not yet had time to visit the other parts of the island. When you have rested and satisfied your royal hunger, it might be well for us to look around and see what the thieving warriors of Regos and Coregos have left us.”

  “An excellent idea,” declared Rinkitink. “I am somewhat feeble from my long confinement in the well, but I can ride upon Bilbil’s back and we may as well start at once.”

  Hearing this, Bilbil cast a surly glance at his master but said nothing, since it was really the goat’s business to carry King Rinkitink wherever he desired to go.

  They first searched the ruins of the palace, and where the kitchen had once been they found a small quantity of food that had been half hidden by a block of marble. This they carefully placed in a sack to preserve it for future use, the little fat King having first eaten as much as he cared for. This consumed some time, for Rinkitink had been exceedingly hungry and liked to eat in a leisurely manner. When he had finished the meal he straddled Bilbil’s back and set out to explore the island, Prince Inga walking by his side.

  They found on every hand ruin and desolation. The houses of the people had been pilfered of all valuables and then torn down or burned. Not a boat had been left upon the shore, nor was there a single person, man or woman or child, remaining upon the island, save themselves. The only inhabitants of Pingaree now consisted of a fat little King, a boy and a goat.

  Even Rinkitink, merry hearted as he was, found it hard to laugh in the face of this mighty disaster. Even the goat, contrary to its usual habit, refrained from saying anything disagreeable. As for the poor boy whose home was now a wilderness, the tears came often to his eyes as he marked the ruin of his dearly loved island.

  When, at nightfall, they reached the lower end of Pingaree and found it swept as bare as the rest, Inga’s grief was almost more than he could bear. Everything had been swept from him—parents, home and country—in so brief a time that his bewilderment was equal to his sorrow.

  Since no house remained standing, in which they might sleep, the three wanderers crept beneath the overhanging branches of a cassa tree and curled themselves up as comfortably as possible. So tired and exhausted were they by the day’s anxieties and griefs that their troubles soon faded into the mists of dreamland. Beast and King and boy
slumbered peacefully together until wakened by the singing of the birds which greeted the dawn of a new day.

  Chapter Five - The Three Pearls

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  When King Rinkitink and Prince Inga had bathed themselves in the sea and eaten a simple breakfast, they began wondering what they could do to improve their condition.

  “The poor people of Gilgad,” said Rinkitink cheerfully, “are little likely ever again to behold their King in the flesh, for my boat and my rowers are gone with everything else. Let us face the fact that we are imprisoned for life upon this island, and that our lives will be short unless we can secure more to eat than is in this small sack.”

  “I’ll not starve, for I can eat grass,” remarked the goat in a pleasant tone—or a tone as pleasant as Bilbil could assume.

  “True, quite true,” said the King. Then he seemed thoughtful for a moment and turning to Inga he asked: “Do you think, Prince, that if the worst comes, we could eat Bilbil?”

  The goat gave a groan and cast a reproachful look at his master as he said:

  “Monster! Would you, indeed, eat your old friend and servant?”

  “Not if I can help it, Bilbil,” answered the King pleasantly. “You would make a remarkably tough morsel, and my teeth are not as good as they once were.”

  While this talk was in progress Inga suddenly remembered the three pearls which his father had hidden under the tiled floor of the banquet hall. Without doubt King Kitticut had been so suddenly surprised by the invaders that he had found no opportunity to get the pearls, for otherwise the fierce warriors would have been defeated and driven out of Pingaree. So they must still be in their hiding place, and Inga believed they would prove of great assistance to him and his comrades in this hour of need. But the palace was a mass of ruins; perhaps he would be unable now to find the place where the pearls were hidden.

  He said nothing of this to Rinkitink, remembering that his father had charged him to preserve the secret of the pearls and of their magic powers. Nevertheless, the thought of securing the wonderful treasures of his ancestors gave the boy new hope.