“Sir Knight, should you think me very rude if I were to ask you whether you are under a vow of hiding your face?”
“I am bound by no such vow; but why do you ask, your Majesty?”
“Because ever since I have seen you you have kept your vizor down, and I thought perhaps it was on account of some such vow.”
“Oh, I beg your pardon, a thousand times, your Majesty,” said the knight. “But I did not remember that I had let it down, for you see I look through its bars without noticing the difference. But I hope your Majesty will pardon the absent-mindedness,” and he raised the vizor, at the same time bowing low to her. But it was now the Princess’s turn to be confused, for she saw before her Sir Alured, the Emperor of India, a prince nearly as powerful as herself. She blushed with shame and then said:
“Oh, Sir Knight, I mean your Royal Highness, it is I who should crave your pardon, for all the while I have addressed you as ‘Sir Knight,’ instead of as ‘your Majesty.’ But I am very sorry.”
But Sir Alured said:
“Nay, your Majesty, you have the right to call me what you will, for I am always your humble vassal.”
“My ally, you should say, your Majesty.”
“I am always your servant, not your ally, your Majesty.”
“Then I fear you will soon be a vassal of a queen without a kingdom; and if this Merrymineral prevail over me, I fear he will punish you for aiding me.”
But the Prince said:
“All is not yet lost, your Majesty, and whatever happens your Majesty will always have a protector while I am alive.”
The Princess smiled.
“Ah! you mean the cherished Owl. You will always protect me, won’t you, Owl?” she said, looking up at the Owl who was seated again on her shoulder. And the Owl nodded his head.
She looked at her watch just them. “Why,” she said, “we have been just ten minutes, and it is time to start again, if you are rested sufficiently.”
So he helped her to mount, and they crossed the river. It was not very deep, but still she got the skirts of her dress quite wet, for the water was high enough for that.
However, the gallop in the hot sun on the other side soon dried them.
In an hour and a half they were on the top of a hill from which they could see the town of Arecarp in the valley beneath.
The sun was shining brightly on the tents of the army as it lay round the town, and at some distance the camp of the enemy looked peaceful.
The Prince gazed carefully at the armies. After a moment he said:
“There has been no fighting since I left the city this morning, nor has the position altered at all. I fancy Merrymineral has sent ambassadors to demand surrender from Lord Licec.”
The Princess smiled.
“He will never surrender,” she said.
“Nor will any of us, your Majesty,” added the Prince. “However, let us descend the hill.”
Down the hill the road lay through a deep gorge, so deep that the sun did not penetrate it, and it lay in delicious shade. The sides of the valley were lined with silver-barked birch, below which grew nodding foxgloves, and as they went slowly down the steep path, ever and anon a rabbit would scuttle out of the grassy track to a safe distance in front of them, where it sat on its haunches with its little ears pricked up, smelling at them anxiously as they came near again, and then it would scutter along into the thick rank grass to its home.
So they went slowly down the path until they came once more to the level ground, and they were again able to gallop on. Soon they reached the town, and clattered through the cobbled streets to the market-place, where Lord Licec had his headquarters. But the market-place was crowded with soldiers and knights who were bargaining for food, so that it was by no means easy to get through the crowd. However, as soon as they got near the place, the soldiers recognized the Princess and began to cheer, and immediately an avenue was formed up to the door of the council-house, and the Princess rode smiling through the throng, followed by the Prince.
The news of her arrival ran through the whole camp, and immediately such a shout went up from the men that the enemy thought they were preparing for battle, and they made ready to resist the attack. At the door of the council-hall Lord Licec was waiting with the rest of the captains of renown, and they followed the Princess upstairs to the council-chamber.
As soon as they were seated the Princess asked for the latest news. She was told all that had happened, and when she had heard it she dismissed the Lords of the Council, all except Lord Licec and the Prince of India, who were to stay and dine with her, and she gave orders that the dinner should be brought as soon as possible, for to tell the truth she felt rather hungry, as she had had nothing to eat since breakfast-time.
Now when the Princess had finished giving her orders about the dinner, Licec could not refrain from asking her why she had come.
“Was it not rather foolish,” he said, “to hazard your life for nothing? for of a truth you are—”
But the Princess put her finger on his mouth.
“I will not be bullied by you, my lord, even though you are old enough to be my father. I know what you were going to say—that the battlefield is no place for girls. Now I won’t be called a girl, for I’m nineteen, you know. His Majesty the Emperor of India there insulted me by calling me a girl, and I have not forgiven him yet. Besides you’ll spoil my appetite for dinner if you lecture me. It always does; so do be quiet now, at any rate till after dinner.”
So Licec had to be quiet, and they talked about something else till dinnertime.
Just as they finished, a frightful shouting outside made them drop their dessert-knives and run to the window, but as the window did not face on to the street they could not tell what was the matter. So the Princess rang the bell, and when the servant appeared she asked him what was the cause of the shouting.
“May it please your Majesty, ambassadors have arrived from the enemy and would speak to you.”
“Show them this way and send at the same time for the Lords of the Council.”
So the servant went, and in a short time a heavy stumping was heard on the stairs. Suddenly the door burst open and the ambassadors entered. They were rather a remarkable pair of ambassadors, although they could hardly be said to pair well. For the one was an enormous giant with a long beard, dressed in leaves mostly, and so tall that he could not stand upright in the room; in his hand he carried an enormous pole, from the end of which a spiked ball dangled. The other, however, was very nearly his opposite in everything. For he was very small, a dwarf in fact, and he was dressed in very tight yellow armour, and from the top of his helmet a crest of red roses hung down to his saddle—for you must know he had insisted on not getting off his horse, or rather pony, for that too was very small—in fact it just fitted the dwarf.
As soon as the Princess had recovered from her astonishment, she rose from her seat and said:
“Are you the ambassadors from the rebel Merrymineral?”
The dwarf replied:
“I don’t know anything about the rebel part of the business, but we are the ambassadors from Merrymineral, whom we are bound to serve for a certain time. But who are you, I should like to know, and what right have you to speak to me in this insulting manner? D’you think I’m here to be insulted by you? If you think so, I’ll tell you point-blank I’m not—so there.” And in the rage he had worked himself into he began to spur his steed till it jumped off the floor so high that it knocked his head against the ceiling.
The Princess was not used to being treated like that. However, she was not at all angry at it—she only laughed at his misfortune, which made him all the more outrageous.
“How dare you laugh at me?” he screamed; “who are you, you minx, you minx, you lynx—you—”
But the Princess did not listen to him. She turned to the giant, who at any rate was quiet, and said:
“Will you not take a chair until the Lords of the Council arrive?”
; The giant looked at her in stupid astonishment.
“What shall I do with the chair when I’ve taken it?” he mumbled.
“I mean you to sit down on it, of course,” said the Princess.
The giant growled out in reply:
“Well, I never sat on a chair before, but to please you I will.”
So he sat down, but as he was not used to sitting on chairs he sat down on its back; but it was only a small cane-bottomed chair, and as he was very big, and the chair was very small, the result is easily foreseen, for the chair collapsed under him as if he had sat on a top-hat, and he reclined comfortably on the floor, where he remained for the rest of the time.
“I think I’ll stop where I am,” he said, when they offered him a wooden stool to sit on, “for you see I’m not used to chairs.” So they let him stop where he was.
One by one the Lords of the Council began to arrive; they looked curiously at the ambassadors but said nothing. When they were all arrived the Princess said to the dwarf:
“Now if you will state your message we will listen.”
So the dwarf snarled in a bad-tempered voice:
“I shan’t tell you—you aren’t the commander-in-chief of the army, are you?”
“No, but I am the Queen of the Western World.”
“Oh! you’re the Queen of the Western World, are you? Well, you won’t be Queen of the Western World long, if you don’t mind your P’s and Q’s. The king Merrymineral sent me to say that if you don’t marry him and make him king, he’ll kill the lot of you and make himself king in spite of you—so there; and I’m to wait for an answer.”
After consulting with Council for a moment the Princess said:
“Of course I shan’t marry him—how could he be so ridiculous as to think so?”
The dwarf laughed.
“That’s your answer, is it?” he said. “I thought so, I say, Gog, have you got it written down?”
But Gog had gone to sleep. So the dwarf pricked him with the end of his lance.
“I say, Gog,” he said, “she’s given me her answer and you haven’t written it down, and I’ve forgotten it already. Just say it over again, Queen, will you? and not too fast, or Gog here will never get it down.”
The giant now drew from his pocket a very soiled and crumpled half-sheet of a copy-book and began to write from the Princess’s dictation.
“Of course I should not do anything so—” Here he stopped.
“How do you spell ‘ridiculous’?” he said.
“With two ‘k’s,’ of course,” said the dwarf; “even I know that, though I can’t write.”
When he had finished he handed it to the Princess:
“Just sign your name, will you?”
The Princess signed her name, but she could not help seeing that the writing was very bad and the spelling was awful.
“Why didn’t they send some one who could write better? Why! that ‘r’ is more like a ‘k’ than an ‘r’.”
But the giant shook his head mournfully.
“They hadn’t got any one else in the army who could write except Merrymineral, and he was afraid to come.”
“But weren’t you afraid to come?” she said.
The giant shook his mace round so violently that it grazed the helmet of the dwarf, and cut his crest of roses off.
“Whom am I to be afraid of?” he growled. “I could kill your whole army single-handed”; and he laughed loud and long.
But just at this moment the Owl, that had been sitting on the floor behind the Princess’s chair, flew up on to her shoulder, and no sooner did the giant see the Owl than he jumped up from the floor where you remember he was sitting, and he was in such a hurry that he knocked a hole in the plaster of the ceiling with his head.
“Come, I say, you know” he said, “I can fight anything in reason—but I’m not going to tackle that, you know; besides, we’re ambassadors, and you can’t hurt us. I’m going”; and he rushed out of the room as fast as he could, and the dwarf followed him as fast as he could make his horse gallop, and they never stopped till they reached the camp of Merrymineral. For they were very frightened, you see.
After they had gone the Princess again dismissed the Councillors, and when they had gone, she said to Lord Licec and the Prince, who by the bye still remained:
“Now let us finish our dessert”—for the ambassadors had come in right in the middle of it.
After a moment the Princess said:
“How absurd of him to think I would marry him—why, he’s old enough to be my great-grandfather.”
But suddenly she became grave:
“But perhaps I ought to have thought before I gave the answer. Would it not have been better for my people if I had consented? for then he would kill no more of them.”
But the Prince became quite angry at such an idea. “It’s absurd,” he said. “Why, as soon as he had married you and become king he would murder you and then kill just as many of your people as he will now; besides, who knows that we may not still conquer him?”
The Princess turned to Lord Licec:
“What do you say, my lord?” she said.
“I think just as the Prince of India—for even if he did not murder you he would oppress the people without mercy, and besides, your people would never allow you to marry him, so that is out of the question.”
The Princess gave a sigh of relief.
“Since you say so, Lord Licec, it must be right; besides, I don’t think I could ever marry him—he is such a very unpleasant sort of man.”
And the Prince answered:
“You are quite right there”; and he seemed quite happy again.
Soon after it became evening, and Lord Licec had to go out to look after his army, and the Prince too went to see that his men were all prepared for any night attack—for his men were right in the very front of all, and so they were quite close to the enemy, who might at any time begin an attack.
So the Princess was left all alone with the Owl, but she did not feel lonely with him, for he was very sociable, and would do anything that he was told to do. So they played hide-and-seek till it was too dark to see any more, and then she went to bed and slept soundly till the rays of the sun falling on her face the next morning woke her up. She was soon dressed, and when she had finished she went into the next room, where she found Lord Licec already awaiting her.
“What does your Majesty intend to do this morning? for I shall not be with you, as I am going to order the army to advance to the attack, and so your Majesty had better stay within the town for the rest of the day.”
“Indeed, I shall do nothing of the sort,” she answered. “I am going to lead the army to-day to see if we cannot regain some ground, for I had rather die fighting than be driven back like this, so please don’t say I mustn’t go; besides, the Owl will protect me; he promised to; didn’t you, Owl?” and the Owl nodded.
“But they may shoot the Owl with their arrows, and then—”
“But the Owl before now has conquered Merrymineral himself, and he may still do it. Oh, please don’t tell me not to go. If you’ll only let me go I’ll promise to keep near the Prince of India, and he’ll protect me, even if the Owl can’t.”
“But the Prince of India is always in the thickest of the fight, and you will be in much greater danger if you keep near him.”
“Oh, never mind the danger; do let me go.”
And she begged so hard that Lord Licec had to give in. She put on a breastplate and a sword, but she would not put on a helmet, for she said that it made her head ache, and that no one would know who she was if she covered her face up. So she only wore a gold circlet on her head, as she usually did, and besides this she carried a silver shield with the royal crest on it, and a small lance just like a knight’s spear, only not so heavy, and thus mounted on her white horse she rode to the very front of the line of battle, and there she found the Prince of India at the head of his men.
They had already furled their tents and
were quite ready to begin the battle as soon as the others were ready.
The Prince was very much astonished when he saw her, for it was the last place in the world he had expected to see her in.
“Do you really mean to say,” he exclaimed, “that Lord Licec allowed you to come out to the field of battle? Why, he must be mad.”
“Oh, no, he’s not,” answered the Princess; “but you see if I only beg hard enough he’ll let me do whatever I like, and then I promised to keep near you, for I thought you would protect me. However, you don’t seem very glad to see me—perhaps you think I shall hinder you—so I’ll go and ask some one else to take care of me, as you don’t seem to relish the task. Good-morning”; and she began to move off; but she knew very well that he would not let her go like that, and to tell the truth she rather hoped he wouldn’t, for she thought she would like him to take care of her better than any one else in the army. Of course he did stop her and said:
“If you really insist on stopping on the field no one is more fit to take care of you than I. So do stop.”
And she allowed herself to be persuaded to stop with him.
Just as they had managed to arrange it so, a trumpet blew in the direction of the town, and immediately troops of knights and men-at-arms began to pour out of the gates, and to form the line of battle, and as each band of men came along they cheered long and loud at the sight of the Princess, and the Princess felt very happy, for she liked to know that her people loved her. Gradually the immense army came into one long line of glistening steel, and again the trumpets sounded, and the line began to move forward like a wave of the sea as it runs up the smooth sand sweeping all before it. The smooth plain which was to form the battlefield was dotted here and there with troops of cattle which had come down in the night from the hills to feed on the long sweet grass, and they raised their heads in astonishment at the line of knights and bowmen that marched slowly down on them; so they shook their heads and galloped off straight in front of the line, with their tails high in the air, and they were in such blind haste that they charged right through the lines of the enemy who were now approaching, and not only through them they went, but also through their camp, tossing the tents into the air with their horns as they went by. However, at last they reached the hills, and did not disturb the combatants any more.
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