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PREFACE
fTTAHIS book was written in 1915, for the amusement of my wife and myself at a time when life was not very amusing; it was published at the end of 1917; was re- viewed, if at all, as one of a parcel, by some brisk uncle from the Tiny Tots Department; and died quietly, without seriously detract- ing from the interest which was being taken in the World War, then in progress.
PREFACE
It may be that the circumstances in which the book was written have made me unduly fond of it. When, as sometimes happens, I am introduced to a stranger who starts the conversation on the right lines by praising, however insincerely, my books, I always say, 'But you have not read the best one.v Nine times out of ten it is so. The tenth takes a place in the family calendar; St. Michael or St. Agatha, as the case may be, a red-letter or black-letter saint, according to whether the book was bought or borrowed. But there are few such saints, and both my publisher and I have the feeling (so common to pub- lishers and authors) that there ought to be more. So here comes the book again, in a new dress, with new decorations, yet much, as far as I am coiicsmed, the same book,
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making the same appeal to me; but, let us hope, a new appeal, this* time, to others.
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For whom, thesi:,' is the book intended? That is the trouble. Unless I can say, "For
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those, young or old, who like the things which I like," I find it difficult to answer. Is it a children's book? Well, what do we mean by that? Is The Wind in the Willows a chil- dren's book? Is Alice in Wonderland? Is Treasure Island? These are masterpieces which we read with pleasure as children, but with how much more pleasure when we are grown-up. In any case, what do we mean by "children"? A boy of three, a girl of six, a boy of ten, a girl of fourteen — are they all to like the same thing? And is a book 'suit- able for a boy of twrelve' any more likely to please a boy of twelve than a modern novel is likely to please a man of thirty-seven ; even if the novel be described truly as 'suitable for a man of thirty-seven"? I confess that I cannot grapple with these difficult problems. But I am very sure of this: that no one can write a book which children will like, unless he write it for himself first. That being so, I shall say boldly that this is a story
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for grown-ups. How grown-up I did not real- ise until I received a letter from an unknown reader a few weeks after its first publication; a letter which said that he was delighted with my clever satires of the Kaiser, Mr. Lloyd George and Mr. Asquith, but he could not be sure which of the characters were meant to be Mr. Winston Churchill and Mr. Bonar Law. Would I tell him on the enclosed postcard? I replied that they were thinly disguised on the title-page as Messrs. Hodder & Stoughton. In fact, it is not that sort of book.
But, as you see, I am still finding it difficult to explain just what sort of book it is. Per- haps no explanation is necessary. Read in it what you like; read it to whomever you like; be of what age you like; it can only fall into one of the two classes. Either you will enjoy it, or you won't.
It is that sort of book.
A. A. MILNE.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.- -THE KING OF EURALIA HAS A VISITOR TO BREAKFAST ....
II. — THE CHANCELLOR OF BARODIA HAS A LONG WALK HOME
III.- -THE KING OF EURALIA DRAWS HIS SWORD .....
IV. — THE PRINCESS HYACINTH LEAVES IT TO THE COUNTESS
V. — BELVANE INDULGES HER HOBBY VI. — THERE ARE NO WIZARDS IN BARODIA
VII. — THE PRINCESS RECEIVES A LETTER AND WRITES ONE
VIII. — PRINCE UDO SLEEPS BADLY
IX. — THEY ARE AFRAID OF UDO
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47 63 81
97 115 131
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
X. — CHARLOTTE PATACAKE ASTONISHES
THE CRIITCS .... 143
XI. — WATERCRESS SEEMS TO GO WITH THE
EARS ...... 159
XII. — WE DECIDE TO WRITE TO UDO'S
FATHER ..... 177
XIII.— "PINK" RHYMES WITH "THINK" . 193 XIV.— "WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE WIGGS?" 209
XV. — THERE is A LOVER WAITING FOR
HYACINTH ..... 225
XVI. — BELVANE ENJOYS HERSELF . . 231
XVII. — THE KING OF BARODIA DROPS THE
WHISKER HABIT . . . 249
XVIII. — THE VETERAN OF THE FOREST ENTER- TAINS Two VERY YOUNG PEOPLE . 273
XIX. — UDO BEHAVES LIKE A GENTLEMAN . 293
XX. — CORONEL KNOWS A GOOD STORY
WHEN HE HEARS IT . 309
XXI. — A SERPENT COMING AFTER UDO . 327
XXII. — THE SEVENTEEN VOLUMES GO BACK
AGAIN 345
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
A MAP OF EURALIA SHOWING THE ADJACENT COUNTRY OF BABODIA AND THE FAR-DISTANT ARABY ....... 2
HE WAS A MAN OF SIMPLE TASTES . . 3 "MOST EXTRAORDINARY," SAID THE KlNG . 7~8
HE FOUND THE KlNG NURSING A BENT WHISKER
AND IN THE VERY VlLEST OF TEMPERS 25-26
"TRY IT ON ME," CRIED THE COUNTESS 37-38
FIVE TIMES HE HAD COME BACK TO GIVE HER HIS
LAST INSTRUCTIONS . . . 53-54
ARMED TO THE TEETH, AMAZON AFTER AMAZON
MARCHED BY .... 75~76
WHEN THE RESPECTIVE ARMIES RETURNED TO CAMP THEY FOUND TfiER MAJESTIES ASLEEP 89-90
ILLUSTRATIONS
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THE RABBIT WAS GONE, AND THERE WAS A FAIRY
IN FRONT OF HER .... 101-102
As EVENING FELL THEY CAME TO A WOODMAN'S COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF A HIGH HILL
"CORONEL, HERE I AM," SAID UDO PATHETI- CALLY, AND HE STEPPED OUT . . 133-134
TWENTY-ONE MINUTES LATER HENRIETTA CROSSBUNS WAS ACKNOWLEDGING A BAG OF GOLD ..... 149-150
PRINCESS HYACINTH GAVE A SHRIEK AND
FALTERED SLOWLY BACKWARDS . 161-162
"NOW WE CAN TALK," SAID HYACINTH . 179-180
HE FORGOT HIS MANNERS, AND MADE A JUMP
TOWARDS HER .... 199-200
SHE GLIDED GRACEFULLY BEHIND THE SUNDIAL
IN A PRETTY AFFECTATION OF ALARM 199-200
WHEN ANYBODY OF SUPERIOR STATION OR AGE CAME INTO THE ROOM SHE ROSE AND
CURTSIED ..... 217-218
AND THEN SHE DANCED . . . 227-228
"GooD MORNING," SAID BEL VANE . 235-236
THE TENT SEEMED TO SWIM BEFORE HIS EYES,
AND HE KNEW NO MORE . . 257-258
SHE TURNED ROUND AND WENT OFF DAINTILY
DOWN THE HILL .... 279-280
LET ME PRESENT TO YOU MY FRIEND THE DuKE
CORONEL 297-298
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As THE TOWERS OF THE CASTLE CAME IN SIGHT, MERRIWIG DREW A DEEP BREATH OF HAPPINESS .... 311-312
BELVANE LEADING THE WAY WITH HER FINGER
TO HER LIPS ..... 337-338
MERRIWIG FOLLOWING WITH AN EXAGGERATED
CAUTION 337-338
HE WAS A PLEASANT-LOOKING PERSON, WITH A
ROUND CLEAN-SHAVEN FACE . . 351-352
ROGER SCURVILEGS 358
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CHAPTER I
THE KING OF EURALIA HAS A VISITOR TO
BREAKFAST
KING MERRIWIG of Euralia sat at breakfast on his castle walls. He lifted the gold cover from the gold dish in front of him, selected a trout and conveyed it carefully to his gold plate. He was a man of simple tastes, but when you have an aunt with the newly acquired gift of turning any- thing she touches into gold, you must let her
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practise sometimes. In another age it might have been fretwork.
"Ah,' said the King, 'here you are, my dear." He searched for his napkin, but the Princess had already kissed him lightly on the top of the head, and was sitting in her place opposite to him.
"Good morning, Father,' she said; 'I'm a little late, aren't I? I've been riding in the forest.''
"Any adventures?' asked the King casually.
"Nothing, except it's a beautiful morning."
"Ah, well, perhaps the country isn't what it was. Now when I was a young man, you simply couldn't go into the forest without an adventure of some sort. The extraordinary things one encountered! Witches, giants,
dw^arfs . It was there that I first met
your mother," he added thoughtfully.
"I wish I remembered my mother,' said Hyacinth.
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The King coughed and looked at her a little nervously.
"Seventeen years ago she died, Hyacinth, when you were only six months old. I have been wondering lately whether I haven't been a little remiss in leaving you motherless so long.':
The Princess looked puzzled. 'But it wasn't your fault, dear, that mother died.':
"Oh, no, no, I'm not saying that. As you know, a dragon carried her off and — well, there it was. But supposing" — he looked at her shyly — "I had married again.51
The Princess was startled.
"Who? "she asked.
The King peered into his flagon. 'Well,' he said, "there are people.'1
"If it had been somebody very nice,' said the Princess wistfully, "it might have been rather lovely.'1
The King gazed earnestly at the outside of his flagon.
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"Why 'might have been?' ' he said.
The Princess was still puzzled. 'But I'm grown up," she said; "I don't want a mother so much now."
The King turned his flagon round and studied the other side of it.
'A mother's — er — tender hand,' he said,
"is — er — never ' and then the outrageous
thing happened.
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It was all because of a birthday present to the King of Barodia, and the present was nothing less than a pair of seven-league boots. The King being a busy man, it was a week or more before he had an opportunity of trying those boots. Meanwhile he used to talk about them at meals, and he would polish them up every night before he went to bed. When the great day came for the first trial of them to be made, he took a patronising farewell of his wife and family, ignored the many eager noses pressed against the upper windows of the
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Palace, and sailed off. The motion, as per- haps you know, is a little disquieting at first, but one soon gets used to it. After that it is fascinating. He had gone some two thou- sand miles before he realised that there might be a difficulty about finding his way back. The difficulty proved at least as great as he had anticipated. For the rest of that day he toured backwards and forwards across the country; and it wras by the merest accident that a very angry King shot in through an open pantry window in the early hours of the morning. He removed his boots and went softly to bed. . . .
It was, of course, a lesson to him. He decided that in the future he must proceed by a recognised route, sailing lightly from landmark to landmark. Such a route his Geographers prepared for him — an early morning constitutional, of three hundred miles or so, to be taken ten times before breakfast. He gave himself a week in which to recover
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his nerve and then started out on the first of them.
Now the Kingdom of Euralia adjoined that of Barodia, but whereas Barodia was a flat country, Euralia was a land of hills. It was natural then that the Court Geo- graphers, in search of landmarks, should have looked towards Euralia; and over Euralia accordingly, about the time when cottage and castle alike were breakfasting, the King of Barodia soared and dipped and soared and dipped again.
"A mother's tender hand,' said the King of Euralia, 'is — er — never — good gracious! What's that?"
There was a sudden rush of air; something came for a moment between his Majesty and the sun; and then all was quiet again.
'What was it?' asked Hyacinth, slightly alarmed.
'Most extraordinary," said the King. "It
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left in my mind an impression of ginger whiskers and large boots. Do we know any- body like that?"
"The King of Barodia,' said Hyacinth, "has red whiskers, but I don't know about his boots.'1
"But what could he have been doing up there? Unless
There was another rush of wind in the opposite direction; once more the sun was obscured, and this time, plain for a moment for all to see, appeared the rapidly dwindling back view of the King of Barodia on his way home to breakfast.
Merriwig rose with dignity.
"You're quite right, Hyacinth,' he said sternly; "it was the King of Barodia. '!
Hyacinth looked troubled.
4 He oughtn't to come over anybody's breakfast table quite so quickly as that. Ought he, Father?"
*A lamentable display of manners, my
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dear. I shall withdraw now and compose a stiff note to him. The amenities must be observed.'1
Looking as severe as a naturally jovial face would permit him, and wondering a little if he had pronounced 'amenities' right, he strode to the library.
The library was his Majesty's favourite apartment. Here in the mornings he would discuss affairs of state with his Chancellor, or receive any distinguished visitors who were come to his kingdom in search of adven- ture. Here in the afternoon, with a copy of What to say to a Wizard or some such book taken at random from the shelves, he would give himself up to meditation.
And it was the distinguished visitors of the morning who gave him most to think about in the afternoon. There were at this moment no fewer than seven different Princes engaged upon seven different enterprises, to
whom, in the event of a successful conclusion,
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he had promised the hand of Hyacinth and half his kingdom. No wonder he felt that she needed the guiding hand of a mother.
The stiff note to Barodia was not destined to be written. He was still hesitating be- tween two different kinds of nib, when the door was flung open and the fateful name of the Countess Belvane was announced.
The Countess Belvane! What can I say which will bring home to you that wonder- ful, terrible, fascinating woman? Mastered as she was by an overweening ambition, utterly unscrupulous in her methods of achieving her purpose, none the less her adorable humanity betrayed itself in a passion for diary-keeping and a devotion to the simpler forms of lyrical verse. That she is the villain of the piece I know well; in his Euralia Past and Present the eminent his- torian, Roger Scurvilegs, does not spare her; but that she had her great qualities I should be the last to deny.
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She had been writing poetry that morn- ing, and she wore green. She always wore green when the Muse was upon her : a pleasing habit which, whether as a warning or an inspiration, modern poets might do well to imitate. She carried an enormous diary under her arm; and in her mind several alternative ways of putting down her reflections on her way to the Palace.
'Good morning, dear Countess,' said the King, rising only too gladly from his nibs; 'an early visit."
:You don't mind, your Majesty?' said the Countess anxiously. 'There was a point in our conversation yesterday about which I was not quite certain '
'What were we talking about yesterday?'
'Oh, your Majesty,' said the Countess,
'affairs of state,' and she gave him that
wicked, innocent, impudent, and entirely
scandalous look which he never could resist,
and you couldn't either for that matter.
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'Affairs of state, of course,' smiled the King.
'Why, I made a special note of it in my diary."
She laid down the enormous volume and turned lightly over the pages.
'Here we are! 'Thursday. His Majesty did me the honour to consult me about the future of his daughter, the Princess Hyacinth. Remained to tea and was very- I can't
quite make this wrord out."
'Let me look,' said the King, his rubi- cund face becoming yet more rubicund. 'It looks like 'charming/ ' he said casually.
'Fancy!' said Belvane. 'Fancy my writing that! I put down just what comes into my head at the time, you know." She made a gesture with her hand indicative of some one who puts down just what comes into her head at the time, and returned to her diary. "Remained to tea, and was very charming. Mused afterwards on the
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mutability of life!' She looked up at him with wide-open eyes. 'I often muse when I'm alone," she said.
The King still hovered over the diary. 'Have you any more entries like — like that last one? May Hook?"
"Oh, your Majesty! I'm afraid it's quite private. " She closed the book quickly.
"I thought I saw some poetry,' said the King.
"Just a little ode to a favourite linnet. It wouldn't interest your Majesty."
"I adore poetry," said the King, who had himself written a rhymed couplet which could be said either forwards or backwards, and in the latter position was useful for re- moving enchantments. According to the eminent historian, Roger Scurvilegs, it had some vogue in Euralia and went like this :
Bo, boll, bill, bole. Wo, woll, will, wole.'
A pleasing idea, temperately expressed.
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The Countess, of course, was only pre- tending. Really she was longing to read it. "It's quite a little thing, " she said.
. .
Hail to thee, blithe linnet,
Bird thou clearly art, That from bush or in it
Pourest thy full heart! And leads the feathered choir in song
Taking the treble part."
'Beautiful/ said the King, and one must agree with him. Many years after, another poet called Shelley plagiarised the idea, but handled it in a more artificial, and, to my way of thinking, decidedly inferior manner.
'Was it a real bird?" said the King. "An old favourite/1
'Was it pleased about it?'
'Alas, your Majesty, it died without hear- ing it."
"Poor bird!" said his Majesty; "I think it would have liked it."
Meanwhile Hyacinth, innocent of the near-
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ness of a mother, remained on the castle walls and tried to get on with her breakfast. But she made little progress with it. After all, it is annoying continually to look up from your bacon, or whatever it is, and see a foreign monarch passing overhead. Eighteen more times the King of Barodia took Hyacinth in his stride. At the end of the performance, feeling rather giddy, she went down to her father.
She found him alone in the library, a foolish smile upon his face, but no sign of a letter to Barodia in front of him.
'Have you sent the Note yet?" she asked.
'Note? Note?" he said, bewildered, "what — oh, you mean the Stiff Note to the King of Barodia? I'm just planning it, my love. The exact shade of stiffness, combined with cour- tesy, is a little difficult to hit."
'I shouldn't be too courteous,' said Hya- cinth; 'he came over eighteen more times after you'd gone."
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"Eighteen, eighteen, eight — my dear, it's outrageous.'1
"I've never had such a crowded breakfast before.'1
"It's positively insulting, Hyacinth. This is no occasion for Notes. We will talk to him in a language that he will understand.'1
And he went out to speak to the Captain of his Archers.
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CHAPTER II
THE CHANCELLOR OF BARODIA HAS A LONG
WALK HOME
ONCE more it was early morning on the castle walls.
The King sat at his breakfast table, a company of archers drawn up in front of him. 'Now you all understand," he said. "When the King of Baro — when a certain — well, when I say 'when,' I want you all to fire your arrows into the air. You are to
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take no aim; you are just to shoot your arrows upwards, and — er — I want to see who gets highest. Should anything — er — should any- thing brush up against them on their way — not of course that it's likely — well, in that case — er — in that case, something will — er — brush up against them. After all, what should?'
'Quite so, Sire,' said the Captain, "or rather, not at all.'1
:Very well. To your places.'1
Each archer fitted an arrow to his bow and took up his position. A look-out man had been posted. Everything was ready.
The King was decidedly nervous. He wandered from one archer to another asking after this man's wife and family, praising the polish on that man's quiver, or advising him to stand with his back a little more to the sun. Now and then he would hurry off to the look-out man on a distant turret, point out Barodia on the horizon to him, and hurry back again.
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The look-out knew all about it.
'Royalty over," he bellowed suddenly.
"When!' roared the King, and a cloud of arrows shot into air.
'Well done!' cried Hyacinth, clapping her hands. *I mean, how could you? You might have hurt him.':
"Hyacinth,' said the King, turning sud- denly; "you here?'
'I have just come up. Did you hit him?'
"Hit who?"
'The King of Barodia, of course,'
"The King of My dear child, what
couid the King of Barodia be doing here? My archers were aiming at a hawk that they saw in the distance.'3 He beckoned to the Captain. 'Did you hit that hawk?' he asked.
'With one shot only, Sire. In the whisk — in the tail feathers.'1
The King turned to Hyacinth. 'With one shot only in the whisk — in the
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tail feathers,' he said. "What was it, my dear, that you were saying about the King of Barodia?'
"Oh, Father, you are bad. You hit the poor man right in the whisker.'1
"His Majesty of Barodia! And in the whisker! My dear child, this is terrible! But what can he have been doing up there? Dear, dear, this is really most unfortunate. I must compose a note of apology about this."
"I should leave the first note to him," said Hyacinth.
"Yes, yes, you're right. No doubt he will wish to explain how he came to be there. Just a moment, dear."
He went over to his archers, who were drawn up in line again.
"You may take your men down now," he said to the Captain.
"Yes, your Majesty."
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castle walls, and then leant confidentially towards the Captain.
"Er — which was the man who — er" — he fingered his cheek — "er — quite so. The one on the left? Ah, yes.': He went to the man on the left and put a bag of gold into his hand.
"You have a very good style with the bow, my man. Your wrist action is excellent. I have never seen an arrow go so high.);
The company saluted and withdrew. The King and Hyacinth sat down to breakfast.
"A little mullet, my dear?' he said.
The Hereditary Grand Chancellor of Ba- rodia never forgot that morning, nor did he allow his wife to forget it. His opening,
" That reminds me, dear, of the day when '
though the signal of departure for any guests, allowed no escape for his family. They had to have it.
And indeed it was a busy day for him.
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Summoned to the Palace at nine o'clock, he found the King nursing a bent whisker and in the very vilest of tempers. His Majesty was for war at once, the Chancellor leant towards the Stiff Note.
"At least, your Majesty,' he begged, "let me consult the precedents first.'1
; There is no precedent,' said the King coldly, "for such an outrage as this."
"Not precisely, Sire; but similar unfor- tunate occurrences have — occurred." 'It was worse than an occurrence."
" I should have said an outrage, your Maj- esty. Your late lamented grandfather was un- fortunate enough to come beneath the spell of the King of Araby, under which he was com- pelled— or perhaps I should say preferred — to go about on his hands and knees for several weeks. Your Majesty may recall how the people in their great loyalty adopted a similar mode of progression. Now although your Maj- esty's case is not precisely on all fours "
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'Not at all on all fours,' said the King coldly.
'An unfortunate metaphor; I should say that although your Majesty's case is not parallel, the procedure adopted in your re- vered grandfather's case-
'I don't care what you do with your whiskers; I don't care what anybody does with his whiskers," said the King, still sooth- ing his own tenderly; 'I want the King of Euralia's blood.'1 He looked round the Court. :To any one who will bring me the head of the King, I wrill give the hand of my daughter in marriage.'1
There was a profound silence. . . .
'Which daughter?' said a cautious voice at last.
"The eldest," said the King.
There was another profound silence. . . .
'My suggestion, your Majesty,' said the Chancellor, 'is that for the present there should be merely an exchange of Stiff Notes;
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and that meanwhile we scour the kingdom for an enchanter who shall take some pleasant revenge for us upon his Majesty of Euralia. For instance, Sire, a king whose head has been permanently fixed on upside-down lacks some- what of that regal dignity which alone can command the respect of his subjects. A couple of noses, again, placed at different angles, so they cannot both be blown together
"Yes, yes,' said the King impatiently, "/'// think of the things, if once you can find the enchanter. But they are not so common nowadays. Besides, enchanters are delicate things to work with. They have a habit of forgetting which side they are on.':
The Chancellor's mouth drooped piteously.
"Well,' said the King condescendingly, "I'll tell you what we'll do. You may send one Stiff Note and then we will declare war.':
"Thank you, your Majesty,' said the
Chancellor.
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So the Stiff Note was dispatched. It pointed out that his Majesty of Barodia, while in the act of taking his early morning constitutional, had been severely insulted by an arrow. This arrow, though fortunately avoiding the more vital parts of his Majesty's person, went so far as to wound a favourite whisker. For this the fullest reparation must be made . . . and so forth and so on.
Euralia's reply was not long delayed. It expressed the deepest concern at the unhappy accident which had overtaken a friendly monarch. On the morning in question, his Majesty had been testing his archers in a shooting competition at a distant hawk; which competition, it might interest his Majesty of Barodia to know, had been won by Henry Smallnose, a bowman of considerable promise. In the course of the competition it was noticed that a foreign body of some sort brushed up against one of the arrows, but as this in no way affected the final placing of the
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competitors, little attention was paid to it* His Majesty of Barodia might rest assured that the King had no wish to pursue the matter farther. Indeed, he was always glad to welcome his Barodian Majesty on these occasions. Other shooting competitions would be arranged from time to time, and if his Majesty happened to be passing at the moment, the King of Euralia hoped that he would come down and join them. Trusting that her Majesty and their Royal Highnesses were well, . . . and so on and so forth.
The Grand Chancellor of Barodia read this answer to his Stiff Note with a growing feeling of uneasiness. It was he who had exposed his Majesty to this fresh insult; and, unless he could soften it in some way, his morning at the Palace might be a painful one.
As he entered the precincts, he wondered whether the King would be wearing the famous boots, and whether they kicked seven
leagues as easily as they strode them. He
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felt more and more that there were notes which you could break gently, and notes which you couldn't. . . .
Five minutes later, as he started on his twenty-one mile walk home, he realised that this was one of the ones which you couldn't. ..... * *
This, then, was the real reason of the war between Euralia and Barodia. I am aware that in saying this I differ from the eminent historian, Roger Scurvilegs. In Chapter IX of his immortal work, Euralia Past and Present, he attributes the quarrel between the two countries to quite other causes. The King of Barodia, he says, demanded the hand of the Princess Hyacinth for his eldest son. The King of Euralia made some commonplace condition as that his Royal Highness should first ride his horse up a glassy mountain in the district, a condition which his Majesty of Barodia strongly resented. I am afraid that Roger is incurably romantic; I have had to
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speak to him about it before. There was nothing of the sentimental in the whole busi- ness, and the facts are exactly as I have narrated them.
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CHAPTER III
THE KING OF EURALIA DRAWS HIS SWORD
NO doubt you have already guessed that it was the Countess Belvane who dic- tated the King of Euralia's answer. Left to himself, Merriwig would have said, * Serve you jolly well right for stalking over my kingdom.'1 His repartee was never very subtle. Hyacinth would have said, 'Of course we're awfully sorry, but a whisker isn't very bad, is it? and you really oughtn't to come to breakfast without being asked.'1 The
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Chancellor would have scratched his head for a long time, and then said, 'Referring to Chap VII, Para 259 of the King's Regula- tions we notice . . . '
But Belvane had her own way of doing things; and if you suggest that she wanted to make Barodia's declaration of war in- evitable, well, the story will show whether you are right in supposing that she had her reasons. It came a little hard on the Chan- cellor of Barodia, but the innocent must needs suffer for the ambitions of the unprincipled — a maxim I borrow from Euralia Past and Present; Roger in his moral vein.
"Well,' said Merriwig to the Countess, "that's done it."
"It really is war?" asked Belvane.
" It is. Hyacinth is looking out my armour at this moment.'1
"What did the King of Barodia say?5
"He didn't say anything. He wrote ' W A R ' in red on a dirty bit of paper, pinned
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it to my messenger's ear, and sent him back again."
"How very crude," said the Countess.
"Oh, I thought it was — er — rather for- cible,' said the King awkwardly. Secretly he had admired it a good deal and wished that he had been the one to do it.
"Of course,' said the Countess, with a charming smile, 'that sort of thing depends so very much on who does it. Now from your Majesty it would have seemed — dig- nified."
"He must have been very angry," said the King, picking up first one and then another of a number of swords which lay in front of him. "I wish I had seen his face when he got my Note.' ;
"So do I,' sighed the Countess. She wished it much more than the King. It is the tragedy of writing a good letter that you cannot be there when it is opened : a maxim of
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to Roger Scurvilegs, who was a dull corre- spondent.
The King was still taking up and putting down his swords.
'It's very awkward,' he muttered; 'I
wonder if Hyacinth : He went to the
door and called, "Hyacinth!'
'Coming, Father,' called back Hyacinth, from a higher floor.
The Countess rose and curtsied deeply.
'Good morning, your Royal Highness.'1
' Good morning, Countess, ' ' said Hyacinth brightly. She liked the Countess (you couldn't help it), but rather wished she didn't.
'Oh, Hyacinth,' said the King, 'come and tell me about these swords. Which is my magic one?'
Hyacinth looked at him blankly.
"Oh, Father," she said. "I don't know at all. Does it matter very much?'
'My dear child, of course it matters.
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Supposing I am fighting the King of Barodia and I have my magic sword, then I'm bound to win. Supposing I haven't, then I'm not bound to.'
"Supposing you both had magic swords,' said Belvane. It was the sort of thing she would say.
The King looked up slowly at her and began to revolve the idea in his mind.
"Well, really," he said, "I hadn't thought of that. Upon my word, I- He turned
to his daughter. 'Hyacinth, what would happen if we both had magic swords?'
"I suppose you'd go on fighting for ever,' said Hyacinth.
"Or until the magic wore out of one of them," said Belvane innocently.
"There must be something about it some- where,' said the King, whose morning was in danger of being quite spoilt by this new suggestion; "I'd ask the Chancellor to look
it up, only he's so busy just now."
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"He'd have plenty of time while the combat was going on,' said Belvane thoughtfully. Wonderful creature! she saw already the Chancellor hurrying up to announce that the King of Euralia had won, at the very moment when he lay stretched on the ground by a mortal thrust from his adversary.
The King turned to his swords again.
"Well, anyway, I'm going to be sure of mine/ he said. ' Hyacinth, haven't you any idea which it is?' He added in rather a hurt voice, 'Naturally I left the marking of my swords to you.''
His daughter examined the swords one by one.
"Here it is," she cried. "It's got 'M' on it for 'magic.'
"Or 'Merriwig,' said the Countess to her diary.
The expression of joy on the King's face at his daughter's discovery had just time to appear and fade away again.
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"You are not being very helpful this morning, Countess," he said severely.
Instantly the Countess was on her feet, her diary thrown to the floor — no, never thrown- -laid gently on the floor, and herself, hands clasped at her breast, a figure of re- proachful penitence before him.
"Oh, your Majesty, forgive me — if your Majesty had only asked me- -I didn't know your Majesty wanted me- -I thought her Royal Highness- But of course I'll find
your Majesty's sword for you.': Did she stroke his head as she said this? I have often wondered. It would be like her impudence, and her motherliness, and her — and, in fact, like her. Euralia Past and Present is silent upon the point. Roger Scurvilegs, who had only seen Belvane at the unimpressionable age of two, would have had it against her if he could, so perhaps there is nothing in it.
'There!' she said, and she picked out the magic sword almost at once.
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'Then I'll get back to my work,' said Hyacinth cheerfully, and left them to each other.
The King, smiling happily, girded on his sword. But a sudden doubt assailed him.
"Are you sure it's the one?'
' Try it on me, " cried the Countess superbly, falling on her knees and stretching up her arms to him. The toe of her little shoe touched her diary; its presence there uplifted her. Even as she knelt she saw herself de- scribing the scene. How do you spell Coffered"? she wondered.
I think the King was already in love with her, though he found it so difficult to say the decisive words. But even so he could only have been in love a week or two; a fort- night in the last forty years ; and he had worn a sword since he was twelve. In a crisis it is the old love and not the greater love which wins (Roger's, but I think I agree with him), and instinctively the King drew his sword.
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If it were magic a scratch would kill. Now he would know.
Her enemies said that the Countess could not go pale; she had her faults, but this was not one of them. She whitened as she saw the King standing over her with drawn sword. A hundred thoughts chased each other through her mind. She wondered if the King would be sorry afterwards; she wondered what the minstrels would sing of her, and if her diary would ever be made public; most of all she wondered why she had been such a fool, such a melodramatic fool.
The King came to himself with a sudden start. Looking slightly ashamed he put his sword back in its scabbard, coughed once or twice to cover his confusion, and held his hand out to the Countess to assist her to rise.
'Don't be absurd, Countess/ he said. 'As if we could spare you at a time like this. Sit down and let us talk matters over seriously.'5
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A trifle bewildered by the emotions she had gone through, Belvane sat down, the beloved diary clasped tightly in her arms. Life seemed singularly sweet just then, the only drawback being that the minstrels would not be singing about her after all. Still, one cannot have everything.
The King walked up and down the room as he talked.
"I am going away to fight," he said, "and I leave my dear daughter behind. In my absence, her Royal Highness will of course rule the country. I want her to feel that she can lean upon you, Countess, for advice and support. I know that I can trust you, for you have just given me a great proof of your devotion and courage.'3
"Oh, your Majesty!' said Belvane depre- catingly, but feeling very glad that it hadn't been wasted.
"Hyacinth is young and inexperienced.
She needs a — a '
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:<A mother's guiding hand,' said Belvane softly.
The King started and looked away. It was really too late to propose now; he had so much to do before the morrow. Better leave it till he came back from the war.
:You will have no official position,' he went on hastily, 'other than your present one of Mistress of the Robes; but your influence on her will be very great.'1
The Countess had already decided on this. However there is a look of modest resigna- tion to an unsought duty which is suited to an occasion of this kind, and the Countess had no difficulty in supplying it.
'I will do all that I can, your Majesty, to help — gladly; but will not the Chan- cellor "
'The Chancellor will come with me. He is no fighter, but he is good at spells.'1 He looked round to make sure that they were alone, and then went on confidentially, "He
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tells me that he has discovered in the archives of the palace a Backward Spell of great value. Should he be able to cast this upon the enemy at the first onslaught, he thinks that our heroic army would have no difficulty in ad- vancing.'1
"But there will be other learned men,' said Bel vane innocently, 'so much more accustomed to affairs than us poor women, so much better able" — ("What nonsense I'm talking," she said to herself) — "to advise her Royal Highness "
"Men like that," said the King, "I shall want with me also. If I am to invade Barodia properly I shall need every man in the king- dom. Euralia must be for the time a country of women only." He turned to her with a smile, and said gallantly, 'That will be —
er It is — er — not — er . One may
well — er '
It was so obvious from his manner that something complimentary was struggling to
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the surface of his mind, that Bel vane felt it would be kinder not to wait for it.
"Oh, your Majesty,' she said, "you flatter my poor sex."
"Not at all,' said the King, trying to remember what he had said. He held out his hand. 'Well, Countess, I have much to do."
"I, too, your Majesty.''
She made him a deep curtsey and, clasp- ing tightly the precious diary, withdrew^.
The King, wrho still seemed worried about something, returned to his table and took up his pen. Here Hyacinth discovered him ten minutes later. His table was covered with scraps of paper and, her eyes lighting casually upon one of them, she read these remarkable words :
' In such a land I should be a most contented subject''
She looked at some of the others. They were even shorter:
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'That, dear Countess, would be my '
''A country in which even a King '
'Lucky country!'
The last was crossed out and "Bad" written against it.
'Whatever are these, Father?' said Hyacinth.
The King jumped up in great confusion. "Nothing, dear, nothing,' he said. "I
was just — er Of course I shall have to
address my people, and I was just jotting down
a few However, I shan't want them
now." He swept them together, screwed them up tight, and dropped them into a basket.
And what became of them? you ask. Did they light the fires of the Palace next morn- ing? Well, now, here's a curious thing. In Chapter X of Euralia Past and Present I happened across these words :
'The King and all the men of the land having left to fight the wicked Barodians, Euralia was now a country of women only
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— a country in which even a King might be glad to be a subject."
Now what does this mean? Is it another example of literary theft? I have already had to expose Shelley. Must I now drag into the light of day a still worse plagiarism by Roger Scurvilegs? The waste-paper baskets of the Palace were no doubt open to him as to so many historians. But should he not have made acknowledgments?
I do not wish to be hard on Roger. That I differ from him on many points of historical fact has already been made plain, and will be made still more plain as my story goes on. But I have a respect for the man ; and on some matters, particularly those concerning Prince Udo of Araby's first appearance in Euralia, I have to rely entirely upon him for my infor- mation. Moreover I have never hesitated to give him credit for such of his epigrams as I have introduced into this book, and I like
to think that he would be equally punctilious
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to others. We know his romantic way; no doubt the thought occurred to him inde- pendently. Let us put it at that, anyhow.
Belvane, meanwhile, was getting on. The King had drawn his sword on her and she had not flinched. As a reward she was to be the power behind the throne.
"Not necessarily behind the throne,' said Belvane to herself.
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CHAPTER IV
THE PRINCESS HYACINTH LEAVES IT TO THE
COUNTESS
IT is now time to introduce Wiggs to you, and I find myself in a difficulty at once. What was Wiggs's position in the Palace? This story is hard to tell, for I have to piece it together from the narratives of others, and to supply any gaps in their stories from my knowledge of how the different characters might be expected to act. Perhaps, there- tore, it is a good moment in which to introduce to you the authorities upon whom I rely.
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First and foremost, of course, comes Roger Scurvilegs. His monumental work, Euralia Past and Present, in seventeen volumes, towers upon my desk as I write. By the merest chance I picked it up (in a meta- phorical sense) at that little shop near — I forget its name, but it's the third bookshop on the left as you come into London from the New Barnet end. Upon him I depend for the broad lines of rny story, and I have already indicated my opinion of the value of his work.
Secondly, come the many legends and ballads handed on to me years ago by my aunt by marriage, one of the Cornish Small- noses. She claims to be a direct descendant of that Henry Smallnose whose lucky shot brought about the events which I am to describe. I say she claims to be, and one cannot doubt a lady's word in these matters; certainly she used to speak about Henry with that mixture of pride and extreme familiarity which comes best from a relation. In all
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matters not touching Henry, I feel that I can rely upon her; in its main lines her narra- tive is strictly confirmed by Scurvilegs, and she brought to it a picturesqueness and an appreciation of the true character of Belvane which is lacking in the other; but her attitude towards Henry Smallnose was absurd. Indeed she would have had him the hero of the story. This makes Roger and myself smile. We give him credit for the first shot, and then we drop him.
Thirdly, Belvane herself. Women like Belvane never die, and I met her (or a rein- carnation of her) at a country house in Shrop- shire last summer. I forget what she calls herself now, but I recognised her at once; and, as I watched her, the centuries rolled away and she and I were in Euralia, that pleasant country, together. 'Stayed to tea and was very charming. 5: Would she have said that of me, I wonder? But I'm getting
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These then are my authorities; I consult them, and I ask myself, What was Wiggs?
Roger speaks of her simply as an attendant upon the Princess. Now we know that the Princess was seventeen; Wiggs then would be about the same age — a lady-in-waiting — perhaps even a little older. Why not? you say. The Lady Wiggs, maid-of-honour to her Royal Highness the Princess Hyacinth, eighteen and a bit, tall and stately. Since she is to endanger Belvane's plans, let her be something of a match for the wicked woman.
Yes, but you would never talk like that if you had heard one of my aunt's stories. Nor if you had seen Belvane would you think that any grown-up woman could be a match for her.
Wiggs was a child; I feel it in my bones. In all the legends and ballads handed down to me by my aunt she appears to me as a little girl — Alice in a fairy story. Roger or no Roger I must have her a child.
And even Roger cannot keep up the farce
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that she is a real lady-in-waiting. In one place he tells us that she dusts the throne of the Princess; can you see her ladyship, eighteen last February, doing that? At other times he allows her to take orders from the Countess; I ask you to imagine a maid-of- honour taking orders from any but her own mistress. Conceive her dignity!
A little friend, then, of Hyacinth's, let us say; ready to do anything for anybody who loved, or appeared to love, her mistress.
The King had departed for the wars. His magic sword girded to his side, his cloak of darkness, not worn but rolled up behind him, lest the absence of his usual extensive shadow should disturb his horse, he rode at the head of his men to meet the enemy. Hyacinth had seen him off from the Palace steps. Five times he had come back to give her his last instructions, and a sixth time for his sword, but now he was gone, and she was alone on the castle walls with Wiggs.
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"Saying good-bye to fathers is very tiring," said Hyacinth. 'I do hope he'll be all right. Wiggs, although we oughtn't to mention it to anybody, and although he's only just gone, we do think it will be rather fun being Queen, don't we?"
"It must be lovely,' said Wiggs, gazing at her with large eyes. 'Can you really do whatever you like now?'
Hyacinth nodded.
"I always did whatever I liked, " she said, "but now I really can do it.':
"Could you cut anybody's head off?'
" Easily, " said the Princess confidently.
"I should hate to cut anybody's head off."
"So should I, Wiggs. Let's decide to have no heads off just at present — till we're more used to it."
Wiggs still kept her eyes fixed upon the Princess.
"Which is stronger,' she asked, "you or
a Fairy?"
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"I knew you were going to ask something horrid like that, ' said Hyacinth, pretending to be angry. She looked quickly round to see that nobody was listening, and then whispered in Wigg's ear, "I am."
" O— oh ! " said Wiggs. " How lovely ! "
"Isn't it? Did you ever hear the story of Father and the Fairy?'
"His Majesty?"
"His Majesty the King of Euralia. It happened in the forest one day just after he became King."
Did you ever hear the story? I expect not. Well, then, you must hear it. But there will be too many inverted commas in it if I let Hyacinth tell you, so I shall tell you myself.
It was just after he became King. He was so proud that he used to go about saying, "I am the King. I am the King." And sometimes , ' ' The King am I . The King I am . ' ' He was saying this one day in the forest when a Fairy overheard him. So she appeared in
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front of him and said, 'I believe you are the King?"
"I am the King,' said Merriwig. "I am
the King, I am the '
"And yet,' said the Fairy, 'what is a King after all?"
'It is a very powerful thing to be a King," said Merriwig proudly.
'Supposing I wrere to turn you into a — a small sheep. Then where would you be?" The King thought anxiously for a mo- ment.
'I should like to be a small sheep, " he said. The Fairy waved her wand. 'Then you can be one,' she said, "until you own that a Fairy is much more powerful than a King.'1
So all at once he was a small sheep. "Well? "said the Fairy. "Well? "said the King. 'Which is more powerful, a King or a Fairy?"
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"A King," said Merriwig. 'Besides being more woolly," he added.
There was silence for a little. Merriwig began to eat some grass.
'I don't think much of Fairies/ he said with his mouth full. 'I don't think they're very powerful.'1
The Fairy looked at him angrily. 'They can't make you say things you don't want to say,' he explained. The Fairy stamped her foot. 'Be a toad,' she said, waving her wand. 'A nasty, horrid, crawling toad."
I've always wanted- began Merriwig to be a toad,' he ended from lower down.
Well? "said the Fairy. I don't think much of Fairies,' said the King. ' I don't think they're very powerful." He waited for the Fairy to look at him, but she pretended to be thinking of something else. After waiting a minute or two, he added,
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"They can't make you say things you don't want to say.':
The Fairy stamped her foot still more angrily, and moved her wand a third time.
"Be silent!' she commanded. "And stay silent for ever ! '
There was no sound in the forest. The Fairy looked at the blue sky through the green roof above her; she looked through the tall trunks of the trees to the King's castle beyond; her eyes fell upon the little glade on her left, upon the mossy bank on her right . . . but she would not look down to the toad at her feet.
No, she wouldn't. . . .
She wouldn't. . . .
And yet
It was too much for her. She could resist no longer. She looked at the nasty, horrid, crawling toad, the dumb toad at her feet that was once a King.
And, catching her eye, the toad — winked.
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Some winks are more expressive than others. The Fairy knew quite well what this one meant. It meant:
'I don't think much of Fairies. I don't think they're very powerful. They can't make you say things you don't want to say."
The Fairy waved her wand in disgust. ' Oh, be a King again, " she said impatiently, and vanished.
And so that is the story of how the King of Euralia met the Fairy in the forest. Roger Scurvilegs tells it well- -indeed, almost as well as I do — but he burdens it with a moral. You must think it out for yourself; I shall not give it to you.
Wiggs didn't bother about the moral. Her elbows on her knees, her chin resting on her hands, she gazed at the forest and imagined the scene to herself.
'How wonderful to be a King like that!" she thought.
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:That was a long time ago,' explained Hyacinth. 'Father must have been rather lovely in those days," she added.
'It was a very bad Fairy," said Wiggs. 'It was a very stupid one. I wouldn't have given in to Father like that.':
'But there are good Fairies, aren't there? I met one once.':
"You, child? Where?" I don't know if it would have made any difference to Euralian history if Wiggs had been allowed to tell about her Fairy then; as it was, she didn't tell the story till later on, when Belvane happened to be near. I regret to say that Belvane listened. It was the sort of story that always got overheard, she explained afterwards, as if that were any excuse. On this occasion she was just too early to overhear, but in time to prevent the story being told without her.
'The Countess Belvane,' said an attend- ant, and her ladyship made a superb entry.
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"Good morning, Countess," said Hyacinth.
"Good morning, your Royal Highness. Ah, Wiggs, sweet child/ she added care- lessly, putting out a hand to pat the sweet child's head, but missing it.
"Wiggs was just telling me a story,' said the Princess.
" Sweet child, " said Belvane, feeling vaguely for her with the other hand. 'Could I in- terrupt the story with a little business, your Royal Highness?'
At a nod from the Princess, Wiggs withdrew.
"Well?" said Hyacinth nervously.
Belvane had always a curious effect on the Princess when they were alone together. There was something about her large man- ner which made Hyacinth feel like a school- girl who has been behaving badly: alarmed and apologetic. I feel like this myself when I have an interview with my publishers, and Roger Scurvilegs (upon the same subject)
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(so he says) he always appears at his worst. It is a common experience.
'Just one or two little schemes to submit to your Majesty," said the Countess. 'How silly of me — I mean, your Royal Highness. Of course your Royal Highness may not like them at all, but in case your Royal Highness did, I just — well, I just wrote them out."
She unfolded, one by one, a series of orna- mental parchments.
"They are beautifully written,' said the Princess.
Belvane blushed at the compliment. She had a passion for coloured inks and rulers. In her diary the day of the week was always underlined in red, the important words in the day's doings being frequently picked out in gold. On taking up the diary you saw at once that you were in the presence of somebody.
The first parchment was headed :
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SCHEME FOR ECONOMY IN REALM
'Economy' caught the eye in pale pinkc The next parchment was headed :
SCHEME FOR SAFETY OF REALM
'Safety" clamoured to you in blue. The third parchment was headed :
SCHEME FOR ENCOURAGEMENT OF LITERATURE IN REALM
'Encouragement of Literature' had got rather cramped in the small quarters avail- able for it. A heading, Belvane felt, should be in one line; she had started in letters too big for it, and the fact that the green ink was giving out made it impossible to start afresh.
There were ten parchments altogether.
By the end of the third one, the Princess began to feel uncomfortable.
By the end of the fifth one she knew that it was a mistake her ever having come into the Royal Family at all.
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By the end of the seventh she decided that if the Countess would forgive her this time she would never be naughty again.
By the end of the ninth one she was just going to cry.
The tenth one was in a very loud orange and was headed :
SCHEME FOR ASSISTING CALISTHENICS IN REALM
"Yes/ said the Princess faintly; "I think it would be a good idea.':
"I thought if your Royal Highness ap- proved," said Belvane, 'we might just "
Hyacinth felt herself blushing guiltily — she couldn't think why.
"I leave it to you, Countess,' she mur- mured. "I am sure you know best.' :
It was a remark which she would never have made to her Father.
CHAPTER V
BELVANE INDULGES HER HOBBY
IN a glade in the forest the Countess Bel- vane was sitting: her throne, a fallen log, her courtiers, that imaginary audience which was always with her. For once in her life she was nervous; she had an anxious morning in front of her.
I can tell you the reason at once. Her Royal Highness was going to review her Royal Highness's Army of Amazons (see Scheme 77, Safety of Realm). In half an hour she would
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And why not? you say. Could anything be more gratifying?
I will tell you why not. There was no Army of Amazons. In order that her Royal Highness should not know the sad truth, Bel vane drew their pay for them. 'Twas better thus.
In any trouble Belvane comforted herself by reading up her diary. She undid the enormous volume, and, idly turning the pages, read some of the more delightful extracts to herself.
"Monday, June 1st,' she read. "Became bad.'
She gave a sigh of resignation to the neces- sity of being bad. Roger Scurvilegs is of the opinion that she might have sighed a good many years before. According to him she was born bad.
" Tuesday, June 2nd, " she read on. "Real- ised in the privacy of my heart that I was
destined to rule the country. Wednesday,
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June 3rd. Decided to oust the Princess. Thursday, June 4th. Began ousting.'
What a confession for any woman — even for one who had become bad last Monday! No wonder Belvane's diary was not for everybody. Let us look over her shoulder and read some more of the wicked woman's confessions.
'Friday, June 5th. Made myself a- Oh, that's quite private. However we may read this : ' Thought for the week. Beware lest you should tumble down In reaching for another's crown. ' An admirable senti- ment which Roger Scurvilegs would have approved, though he could not have rhymed it so neatly.
The Countess turned on a few more pages and prepared to write up yesterday's events. ' Tuesday, June 23rd, ' she said to herself. 'Now what happened? Acclaimed with en- thusiasm outside the Palace — how do you
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pencil and pondered. She turned back the pages till she came to the place.
"Yes," she said thoughtfully. "It had three * s's' last time, so it's 'z's' turn.'
She wrote " enthuzziazm " lightly in pencil; later on it would be picked out in gold.
She closed the diary hastily. Somebody was coming.
It was Wiggs.
'Oh, if you please, your Ladyship, her Royal Highness sent me to tell you that she would be here at eleven o'clock to review her new army."
It was the last thing of which Belvane wanted reminding.
"Ah, Wiggs, sweet child,' she said, 'y°u find me overwhelmed.'1 She gave a tragic sigh. "Leader of the Corps de Ballet" — she indicated with her toe how this was done, " Commander-in-Chief of the Army of Ama- zons"— here she saluted, and it was certainly
the least she could do for the money, "Warden
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of the Antimacassars and Grand Mistress of the Robes, I have a busy life. Just come and dust this log for her Royal Highness. All this work wears me out, Wiggs, but it is my duty and I do it.':
"Woggs says you make a very good thing out of it,' said Wiggs innocently, as she began to dust. "It must be nice to make very good things out of things. ';
The Countess looked coldly at her. It is one thing to confide to your diary that you are bad, it's quite another to have Woggsseses shouting it out all over the country.
"I don't know what Woggs is,' said Bel- vane sternly, 'but send it to me at once.':
As soon as Wiggs was gone, Bel vane gave herself up to her passions. She strode up and down the velvety sward, saying to herself, "Bother! Bother! Bother! Bother!" Her outbreak of violence over, she sat gloomily down on the log and abandoned herself to despair. Her hair fell in two plaits down her
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back to her waist; on second thoughts she arranged them in front — if one is going to despair one may as well do it to the best advantage.
Suddenly a thought struck her. 'I am alone,' she said. 'Dare I solilo- quise? I will. It is a thing I have not done
for weeks. 'Oh, what a ' She got up
quickly. 'Nobody could soliloquise on a log like that," she said crossly. She decided she could do it just as effectively when standing. With one pale hand raised to the skies she began again.
"Oh, what a " ; ,-: ,
"Did you call me, Mum?' said Woggs, appearing suddenly.
"Bother!'* said Bel vane. She gave a shrug of resignation. 'Another time,' she told herself. She turned to Woggs.
Woggs must have been quite close at hand to have been found by Wiggs so quickly,
and I suspect her of playing in the forest
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when she ought to have been doing her lessons, or mending the stockings, or what- ever made up her day's work. Woggs I find nearly as difficult to explain as Wiggs; it is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book, without any invitation from him at all. However, since Woggs is there, we must make the best of her. I fancy that she was a year or two younger than Wiggs and of rather inferior education. Witness her low innuendo about the Lady Belvane, and the fact that she called a Countess "Mum."
4 Come here,' said Belvane. 'Are you what they call Woggs?"
'Please, Mum," said Woggs nervously. The Countess winced at the 'Mum,' but went on bravely. 'What have you been saying about me?"
"N— Nothing, Mum." ri n
Belvane winced again, and said, 'Do you
know what I do to little girls who say things
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about me? I cut their heads off; I '
She tried to think of something very alarming ! 6 1 — I stop their jam for tea. I — I am most annoyed with them.':
Woggs suddenly saw what a wicked thing she had done.
'Oh, please, Mum," she said brokenly and fell on her knees.
"Don't call me 'Mum,'" burst out Bel- vane. 'It's so ugly. Why do you suppose I ever wanted to be a countess at all, Woggs, if it wasn't so as not to be called 'Mum' any more?'
'I don't know, Mum," said Woggs. Bel vane gave it up. The whole morning was going wrong anyhow.
'Come here, child,' she sighed, 'and listen. You have been a very naughty girl, but I'm going to let you off this time, and in return I've something you are going to do for me.':
:Yes, Mum," said Woggs.
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Belvane barely shuddered now. A sudden brilliant plan had come to her.
'Her Royal Highness is about to review her Army of Amazons. It is a sudden idea of her Royal Highness's, and it comes at an unfortunate moment, for it so happens that the Army is — er- What was the Army
doing? Ah, yes- 'manoeuvring in a distant part of the country. But we must not dis- appoint her Royal Highness. What then shall we do, Woggs?'
* I don't know, Mum, " said Woggs stolidly. Not having expected any real assistance from her, the Countess went on, "I will tell you. You see yonder tree? Armed to the teeth you will march round and round it, giving the impression to one on this side of a large army passing. For this you will be
rewarded. Here is She felt in the
bag she carried. 'No, on second thoughts I will owe it to you. Now you quite under- stand?"
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"Yes, Mum," said Woggs.
"Very well, then. Run along to the Palace and get a sword and a helmet and a bow and an arrow and an — an arrow and anything you like, and then come back here and wait behind those bushes. When I clap my hands the army will begin to march.'1
Woggs curtsied and ran off.
It is probable that at this point the Countess would have resumed her soliloquy, but we shall never know, for the next moment the Princess and her Court were seen approaching from the other end of the glade. Belvane advanced to meet them.
'Good morning, your Royal Highness,' she said, "a beautiful day, is it not?' 'Beautiful, Countess.'1
With the Court at her back, Hyacinth for the moment was less nervous than usual, but almost at the first words of the Countess she felt her self-confidence oozing from her. Did I say I was like this with my publishers?
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And Roger's dragged-in Uncle — one can't explain it.
The Court stood about in picturesque attitudes while Belvane went on :
Your Royal Highness's brave Women Defenders, the Home Defence Army of Ama- zons' (here she saluted; one soon gets into the knack of it, and it gives an air of efficiency) 'have looked forward to this day for weeks. How their hearts fill with pride at the thought of being reviewed by your Royal Highness ! '
She had paid, or rather received, the money for the Army so often that she had quite got to believe in its existence. She even kept a roll of the different companies (it meant more delightful red ink for one thing), and wrote herself little notes recommending Corporal Gretal Hottshott for promotion to sergeant.
'I know very little about armies, I'm
afraid,' said Hyacinth. "I've always left
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that to my father. But I think it's a sweet idea of yours to enrol the women to defend me. It's a little expensive, is it not? '
:Your Royal Highness, armies are always expensive.'1
The Princess took her seat, and beckoned Wiggs with a smile to her side. The Court, in attitudes even more picturesque than before, grouped itself behind her. 'Is your Royal Highness ready?' 'Quite ready, Countess.'1
The Countess clapped her hands.
There was a moment's hesitation, and then, armed to the teeth, Amazon after Amazon marched by. . . .
An impressive scene. . . .
However, Wiggs must needs try to spoil it.
'Why, it's Woggs!" she cried.
"Silly child!' said Belvane in an under- tone, giving her a push.
The Princess looked round inquiringly.
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"The absurd creature,' explained the Countess, 'thought she recognised a friend in your Royal Highness 's gallant Army."
4 How clever of her ! They all look exactly alike to me. '
Belvane was equal to the occasion.
"The uniform and discipline of an army have that effect rather,' she said. 'It has often been noticed.'1
'I suppose so," said the Princess vaguely. "Oughtn't they to march in fours? I seem to remember, when I came to reviews with
Father "
'Ah, your Royal Highness, that was an army of men. With women — well, we found that if they marched side by side, they would talk all the time.'1
The Court, which had been resting on the right leg with the left knee bent, now rested on the left leg with the right knee bent. Woggs also was getting tired. The last company of the Army of Amazons was not
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marching with the abandon of the first company.
'I think I should like them to halt now so that I can address them, ' ' said Hyacinth.
Belvane was taken aback for the moment.
"I am afraid, your — your Royal High- ness,' she stammered, her brain working busily all the time, 'that that would be contrary to — to — to the spirit of — er — the King's Regulations. An army — an army in marching order — must — er — march." She made a long forward movement with her hand. 'Must march,' she repeated, with an innocent smile.
"I see,' said Hyacinth, blushing guiltily again.
Belvane gave a loud cough. The last veteran but two of the Army looked inquir- ingly at her and passed. The last veteran but one came in and was greeted with a still louder cough. Rather tentatively the last veteran of all entered and met such an un-
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mistakable frown that it was obvious that the march-past was over. . . . Woggs took off her helmet and rested in the bushes.
"That is all, your Royal Highness,' said Belvane. "158 marched past, 217 reported sick, making 622; 9 are on guard at the Palace— 632 and 9 make 815. Add 28 under age and we bring it up to the round thousand.''
Wiggs opened her mouth to say something, but decided that her mistress would probably wish to say it instead. Hyacinth, however, merely looked unhappy.
Belvane came a little nearer.
"I — er — forgot if I mentioned to your Royal Highness that we are paying out to- day. One silver piece a day and several days in the week, multiplied by — how many did I say? — comes to ten thousand pieces of gold.'1 She produced a document, beautifully ruled. "If your Royal Highness would kindly initial here "
Mechanically the Princess signed.
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"Thank you, your Royal Highness. And now perhaps I had better go and see about it at once.':
She curtsied deeply, and then, remembering her position, saluted and marched off.
Now Roger Scurvilegs would see her go without a pang; he would then turn over to his next chapter, beginning 'Meanwhile
the King , ' and leave you under the
impression that the Countess Belvane was a common thief. I am no such chronicler as that. At all costs I will be fair to my characters.
Belvane, then, had a weakness. She had several of which I have already told you, but this was another one. She had a passion for the distribution of largesse.
I know an old gentleman who plays bowls every evening. He trundles his skip (or whatever he calls it) to one end of the green, toddles after it, and trundles it back again. Think of him for a moment, and then think
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of Belvane on her cream-white palfrey tossing a bag of gold to right of her and flinging a bag of gold to left of her, as she rides through the cheering crowds; upon my word I think hers is the more admirable exercise.
And, I assure you, no less exacting. When once one has got into this habit of 'flinging' or "tossing" money, to give it in any ordinary way, to slide it gently into the palm, is un- bearable. Which of us who has, in an heroic moment, flung half a crown to a cabman can ever be content afterwards to hold out a handful of three-penny bits and coppers to him? One must always be flinging. . . .
So it was with Belvane. The largesse habit had got hold of her. It is an expensive habit, but her way of doing it was less expen- sive than most. The people were taxed to pay for the Amazon Army; the pay of the Amazon Army was flung back at them; could anything be fairer?
True, it brought her admiration and
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applause. But what woman does not like admiration? Is that an offence? If it is, it is something very different from the common theft of which Roger Scurvilegs would accuse her. Let us be fair.
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CHAPTER VI
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MEANWHILE "the King of Euralia was prosecuting the war with the 99
utmost vigour.
So says Roger in that famous chapter of his, and certainly Merriwig was very busy.
On the declaration of war the Euralian forces, in accordance with custom, had marched into Borodia. However hot ran the passion between them, the two Kings always preserved the elementary courtesies of war. The last battle had taken place in
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Euralian territory; this time, therefore, Barodia was the scene of the conflict. To Barodia, then, King Merriwig led his army. Suitable pasture land had been allotted them as a camping ground, and amid the cheers of the Barodian populace the Euralians made their simple preparations for the night.
The two armies had now been sitting opposite to each other for some weeks, but neither side had been idle. On the very first morning Merriwig had put on his Cloak of Darkness and gone to the enemy's camp to explore the situation. Unfortunately the same idea had occurred at the same moment to the King of Barodia. He also had his Cloak of Darkness.
Half way across, to the utmost astonish- ment of both, the two Kings had come violently into contact. Realising that they had met some unprecedented enchantment, they had hurried home after the recoil to consult their respective Chancellors. The
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Chancellors could make nothing of it. They could only advise their Majesties to venture another attempt on the following morning.
"But by a different route,' said the Chancellors, " whereby the Magic Pillar shall be avoided.'1
So by the more southerly path the two Kings ventured out next morning. Half way across there was another violent collision, and both Kings sat down suddenly to think it out.
"Wonder of wonders,' said Merriwig. "There is a magic wall stretching between the two armies.''
He stood up and holding up his hand said impressively :
"Bo, boll, billy bole. Wo, woll "
"Mystery of mysteries!' cried the King of Barodia. 'It can '
He stopped suddenly. Both Kings coughed.
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They were remembering with some shame their fright of yesterday.
"Who are you?" said the King of Barodia.
Merriwig saw that there was need to dissemble.
"His Majesty's swineherd,' he said, in what he imagined might be a swineherd's voice.
"Er — so am I,' said the King of Barodia, rather feebly.
There was obviously nothing for it but for them to discuss swine.
Merriwig was comfortably ignorant of the subject. The King of Barodia knew rather less than that.
"Er — how many have you?' asked the latter.
"Seven thousand,' said Merriwig at random.
"Er — so have I, " said the King of Barodia, still more feebly.
"Couples," explained Merriwig.
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"Mine are ones," said the King of Barodia, determined to be independent at last.
Each King was surprised to find how easy it wras to talk to an expert on his own subject. The King of Barodia, indeed, began to feel reckless.
"Well,' he said, "I must be getting back. It's — er — milking time."
"So must I," said Merriwig. "By the way,' he added, "what do you feed yours on?"
The King of Barodia was not quite sure if it was apple sauce or not. He decided that perhaps it wasn't.
"That's a secret,' he said darkly. "Been handed down from generation to generation."
Merriwig could think of nothing better to say to this than "Ah!' He said it very impressively, and with a word of farewell returned to his camp.
He was in brilliant form over the wassail
bowl that night as he drew a picture of his
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triumphant dissimulation. It is only fair to say that the King of Barodia was in brilliant form too. . . .
For several weeks after this the battle raged. Sometimes the whole Euralian army would line up outside its camp and call upon the Barodians to fight; at other times the Barodian army would form fours in full view of the Euralians in the hope of provoking a conflict. At intervals the two Chancellors would look up old spells, scour the country for wizards, or send each other insulting messages. At the end of a month it was difficult to say which side had obtained the advantage.
A little hill surmounted by a single tree lay half way between the two camps. Thither one fine morning came the two Kings and the two Chancellors on bloody business bent. (The phrase is Roger's.) Their object was nothing less than to arrange that personal fight between the two monarchs which was
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always a feature of Barodo-Euralian warfare. The two Kings having shaken hands, their Chancellors proceeded to settle the details.
' 1 suppose, " said the Chancellor of Barodia, 'that your Majesties will wish to fight with swords?'
'Certainly,' said the King of Barodia promptly; so promptly that Merriwig felt certain that he had a Magic Sword too.
'Cloaks of Darkness are not allowed, of course, ' ' said the Chancellor of Euralia.
'Why, have you got one?" said each King quickly to the other.
Merriwig was the first to recover himself.
'I have one — naturally,' he said. "It's a curious thing that the only one of my subjects who has one is my — er — swine- herd."
' That's funny, ' ' said the King of Barodia. 'My swineherd has one too.':
'Of course,' said Merriwig, "they are almost a necessity to swineherding."
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"Particularly in the milking season,' said the King of Barodia.
They looked at each other with added respect. Not many Kings in those days had the technicalities of such a humble trade at their fingers' ends.
The Chancellor of Barodia had been re- ferring to the precedents.
"It was after the famous conflict between the two grandfathers of your Majesties that the use of the Magic Cloak in personal combats was discontinued.'1
"Great-grandfathers,' said the Chancellor of Euralia.
"Grandfathers, I think.'1
"Great-grandfathers, if I am not mis- taken.'
Their tempers were rising rapidly, and the Chancellor of Barodia was just about to give the Chancellor of Euralia a push when Merriwig intervened.
"Never mind about that,' he said im-
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patiently. Tell us what happened when our — our ancestors fought."
'It happened in this way, your Majesty. Your Majesty's grandfather
"Great-grandfather,' said a small voice.
The Chancellor cast one bitter look at his opponent and went on :
"The ancestors of your two Majesties arranged to settle the war of that period by personal combat. The two armies were drawn up in full array. In front of them the two monarchs shook hands. Drawing their swords and casting their Magic Cloaks around them, they "
"Well?" said Merriwig eagerly.
" It is rather a painful story, your Majesty. '
"Go on, I shan't mind."
"Well, your Majesty, drawing their swords and casting their Magic Cloaks around them they — h'r'm — returned to the wassail bowl."
"Dear, dear," said Merriwig.
"When the respective armies, who had
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been waiting eagerly the whole of the after- noon for some result of the combat, returned to camp, they found their Majesties — —
'Asleep,' said the Chancellor of Euralia hastily.
'Asleep,' agreed the Chancellor of Baro- dia. 'The excuse of their two Majesties that they had suddenly forgotten the day, though naturally accepted at the time, was deemed inadequate by later historians.'1 (By Roger and myself, anyway.)
Some further details were discussed, and then the conference closed. The great fight was fixed for the following morning.
The day broke fine. At an early hour Merriwig was up and practising thrusts upon a suspended pillow. At intervals he would consult a little book entitled Sword Play for Sovereigns, and then return to his pillow. At breakfast he was nervous but talkative. After breakfast he wrote a tender letter to
Hyacinth and a still more tender one to the
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Countess Bel vane, and burnt them. He repeated his little rhyme, 'Bo, Boll, Bill, Bole,' several times to himself until he was word perfect. It was just possible that it might be useful. His last thoughts as he rode on to the field were of his great-grandfather. Without admiring him, he quite saw his point.
The fight was a brilliant one. First Merri- wig aimed a blow at the King of Barodia's head which the latter parried. Then the King of Barodia aimed a blow at his adver- sary's head which Merriwig parried. This went on three or four times, and then Merri- wig put into practice a remarkable trick which the Captain of his Bodyguard had taught him. It was his turn to parry, but instead of doing this, he struck again at his opponent's head; and if the latter in sheer surprise had not stumbled and fallen, there might have been a very serious ending to the affair.
Noon found them still at it; cut and parry,
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cut and parry; at each stroke the opposing armies roared their applause. When darkness put an end to the conflict, honours were evenly divided.
It was a stiff but proud King of Euralia who received the congratulations of his sub- jects that night ; so proud that he had to pour out his heart to somebody. He wrote to his daughter.
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MY DEAR HYACINTH,
You will be glad to hear that your father is going on well and that Euralia is as determined as ever to uphold its honour and dignity. To-day I fought the King of Barodia, and considering that, most unfairly, he was using a Magic Sword, I think I may say that I did well. The Countess Bel vane will be interested to hear that I made 4,638 strokes at my opponent and parried 4,637 strokes from him. This is good for a man of my age. Do you remember that magic oint-
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ment my aunt used to give me? Have we any of it left?
'I played a very clever trick trie other day by pretending to be a swineherd. I talked to a real one I met for quite a long time about swine without his suspecting me. The Countess might be interested to hear this. It would have been very awkward for me if it had been found out who I was.
4 1 hope you are getting along all right. Do you consult the Countess Bel vane at all? I think she would be able to advise you in any difficulties. A young girl needs a guiding hand, and I think the Countess would be able to advise you in any difficulties. Do you consult her at all?
' I am afraid this is going to be a long war. There doesn't seem to be a wizard in the country at all, and without one it is a little difficult to know how to go on. I say my spell every now and then — you remember the one:
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* Bo, boll, bill, bole. Wo, woll, will, wole.'
and it certainly keeps off dragons, but we don't seem to get any nearer defeating the enemy's army. You might tell the Countess Belvane that about my spell; she would be interested.
'To-morrow I go on with ray fight with the King of Barodia. I feel quite confident now that I can hold him. He parries well, but his cutting is not very good. I am glad the Countess found my sword for me; tell her that it has been most useful.
'I must now close as I must go to bed so as to be ready for my fight to-morrow. Good- bye, dear. I am always,
"YouR LOVING FATHER.
4 P.S. — I hope you are not finding your position too difficult. If you are in any difficulties you should consult the Countess Belvane. I think she would be able to advise
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you. Don't forget about that ointment. Perhaps the Countess might know about some other kind. It's for stiffness. I am afraid this is going to be a long war.':
The King sealed up the letter and des- patched it by special messenger the next morning. It came to Hyacinth at a critical moment. We shall see in the next chapter what effect it had upon her.
CHAPTER VII ,
THE PRINCESS RECEIVES A LETTER AND
WRITES ONE
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F • "VHE Princess Hyacinth came in from her morning's ride in a very bad temper. She went straight up to her favourite seat on the castle walls and sent for Wiggs. "Wiggs," she said, "what's the matter with me?'
Wiggs looked puzzled. She had been dusting the books in the library; and when you dust books you simply must stop every
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now and then to take just one little peep inside, and then you look inside another one and another one, and by the time you have finished dusting, your head is so full of things you have seen that you have to be asked questions very slowly indeed.
"I'm pretty, aren't I?' went on Hya- cinth.
That was an easy one. 'Lovely!" said Wiggs, with a deep breath. 'And I'm not unkind to anybody?' 'Unkind!" said Wiggs indignantly. 'Then why — oh, Wiggs, I know it's silly of me, but it hurts me that my people are so much fonder of the Countess than of me."
"Oh, I'm sure they're not, your Royal Highness.'1
"Well, they cheer her much louder than they cheer me.';
Wiggs tried to think of a way of comfort- ing her mistress, but her head was still full of the last book she had dusted.
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"Why should they be so fond of her?' demanded Hyacinth.
"Perhaps because she's so funny,' said Wiggs.
"Funny! Is she funny?" said the Princess coldly. "She doesn't make me laugh. "
"Well, it was funny of her to make Woggs march round and round that tree like that, wasn't it?'
"Like what? You don't mean- The
Princess's eyes were wide open with as- tonishment. "Was that Woggs all the time?"
"Yes, your Royal Highness. Wrasn't it lovely and funny of her?'
The Princess looked across to the forest and nodded to herself.
"Yes. That's it. Wiggs, I don't believe there has ever been an Army at all. . . . And I pay them every week!' She added solemnly, "There are moments when I don't believe that woman is quite honest.'1
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"Do you mean she isn't good?' asked Wiggs in awe.
Hyacinth nodded.
"I'm never good," said Wiggs firmly.
"What do you mean, silly? You're the best little girl in Euralia."
"I'm not. I do awful things sometimes. Do you know what I did yesterday?'
"Something terrible!" smiled Hyacinth.
"I tore my apron."
"You baby! That isn't being bad,' said Hyacinth absently. She was still thinking of that awful review.
'The Countess says it is.':
"The Countess!"
'Do you know why I want to be very good?' said Wiggs, coming up close to the Princess.
"Why, dear?"
'Because then I could dance like a fairy. '
' Is that how it's done? " asked the Princess, rather amused. 'The Countess must dance
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very heavily. J! She suddenly remembered something and added: 'Why, of course, child, you were going to tell me about a fairy you met, weren't you? That was weeks ago, though. Tell me now. It will help me to forget things which make me rather angry."
It was a simple little story. There must have been many like it in the books which Wiggs had been dusting; but these were simple times, and the oldest story always seemed new.
Wiggs had been by herself in the forest. A baby rabbit had run past her, terrified; a ferret in pursuit. Wiggs had picked the little fluffy thing up in her arms and com- forted it; the ferret had slowed down, walked past very indifferently with its hands, as it were, in its pockets, hesitated a moment, and then remembered an important letter which it had forgotten to post. Wiggs wras left alone with the baby rabbit, and before she knew
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where she was, the rabbit was gone and there was a fairy in front of her.
You have saved my life, ' said the fairy. 'That was a wicked magician after me, and if he had caught me then, he would have killed me. '
'Please, your Fairiness, I didn't know fairies could die," said Wiggs.
' They can when they take on animal shape or human shape. He could not hurt me now,
but before ' She shuddered.
"I'm so glad you're all right now,' said Wiggs politely.
' Thanks to you, my child. I must reward you. Take this ring. When you have been good for a whole day, you can have one good wish; when you have been bad for a whole day, you can have one bad wish. One good wish and one bad wish — that is all it will allow anybody to have. '
With these words she vanished and left
Wiggs alone with the ring.
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So, ever after that, Wiggs tried desperately hard to be good and have the good wish, but it was difficult work. Something always went wrong; she tore her apron or read books when she ought to have been dusting, or- Well, you or I would probably have given it up at once, and devoted ourselves to earn- ing the bad wish. But Wiggs was a nice little girl.
"And, oh, I do so want to be good,' said Wiggs earnestly to the Princess, 'so that I could wish to dance like a fairy.'1 She had a sudden anxiety. "That is a good wish,
isn't it?"
"It's a lovely wish; but I'm sure you could dance now if you tried.'
"I can't,' said Wiggs. "I always dance like this.
She jumped up and danced a few steps. Wiggs was a dear little girl, but her dancing reminded you of a very dusty road going up-hill all the way, with nothing but suet-
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puddings waiting for you on the top. Some- thing like that.
"It isn't really graceful, is it?' she said candidly, as she came to rest.
"Well, I suppose the fairies do dance better than that. '
"So that's why I want to be good, so as I can have my wish. '
"I really must see this ring,' said the Princess. "It sounds fascinating.'' She looked coldly in front of her and added, "Good-morning, Countess. ': (How long had the woman been there?)
"Good-morning, your Royal Highness. I ventured to come up unannounced. Ah, sweet child.'1 She waved a caressing hand at Wiggs.
(Even if she had overheard anything, it had only been child's talk.)
"What is it?' asked *He Princess. She took a firm hold of the arms of her chair. She would not, not, not give way to the Coun- tess this time.
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"The merest matter of business, your Royal Highness. Just this scheme for the Encouragement of Literature. Your Royal Highness very wisely decided that in the absence of the men on the sterner business of righting it was the part of us women to encourage the gentler arts; and for this pur- pose . . . there was some talk of a competi- tion, and — er—
"Ah, yes,' said Hyacinth nervously. "I will look into that to-morrow. '
"A competition,' said Bel vane, gazing vaguely over Hyacinth's head. 'Some sort of a money prize, " she added, as if in a trance.
"There should certainly be some sort of a prize,' agreed the Princess. (Why not, she asked herself, if one is to encourage literature?)
'Bags of gold,' murmured Belvane to herself. 'Bags and bags of gold. Big bags of silver and little bags of gold." She saw herself tossing them to the crowd.
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"Well, we'll go into that to-morrow,' said Hyacinth hastily.
" I have it all drawn up here, " said Bel vane. "Your Royal Highness has only to sign. It saves so much trouble,' she added with a disarming smile. . . . She held the document out — all in the most beautiful colours.
Mechanically the Princess signed.
"Thank you, your Royal Highness.'1 She smiled again, and added, "And now perhaps I had better see about it at once.': The Guardian of Literature took a dignified fare- well of her Sovereign and withdrew.
Hyacinth looked at Wiggs in despair.
"There!" she said. "That's me. I don't know what it is about the woman, but I feel just a child in front of her. Oh, Wiggs, Wiggs, I feel so lonely sometimes with nothing but women all around me. I wish I had a man here to help me. '
"Are all the men fighting in all the
countries?'
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"Not all the countries. There's — Araby Don't you remember — oh, but of course you wouldn't know anything about it. But Father was just going to ask Prince Udo of Araby to come here on a visit, when the war broke out. Oh, I wish, I wish Father were back again.' She laid her head on her arms; and whether she would have shed a few royal tears or had a good homely cry, I cannot tell you. For at that moment an attendant came in. Hyacinth w^as herself again at once.
'There is a messenger approaching on a horse, your Royal Highness, " she announced. 'Doubtless from His Majesty's camp."
With a shriek of delight, and an entire lack of royal dignity, the Princess, followed by the faithful Wiggs, rushed down to receive him.
Meanwhile, what of the Countess? She was still in the Palace, and, more than that, she was in the Throne Room of the Palace, and, more even than that, she was on the Throne, of the Throne Room of the Palace.
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She couldn't resist it. The door was open as she came down from her interview with the Princess, and she had to go in. There was a woman in there, tidying up, who looked questioningly at Belvane as she entered.
; You may leave, ' ' said the Countess, with dignity. 'Her Royal Highness sent me in here to wait for her."
The woman curtsied and withdrew.
The Countess then uttered these extra- ordinary words :
"When I am Queen in Euralia they shall leave me backwards ! '
Her subsequent behaviour was even more amazing.
She stood by the side of the door, and putting her hand to her mouth said shrilly, "Ter-rum, ter-rum, terrumty-umty-um. ' Then she took her hand away and announced loudly, "Her Majesty Queen Belvane the First ! ' ' after which she cheered slightly.
Then in came Her Majesty, a very proper
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dignified gracious Queen — none of your seven- teen-year-old chits. Bowing condescendingly from side to side she made her way to the Throne, and with a sweep of her train she sat down.
Courtiers were presented to her; repre- sentatives from foreign countries; Prince Hanspatch of Tregong, Prince Ulric, the Duke of Highanlow.
"Ah, my dear Prince Hanspatch/ she cried, stretching out her hand to the right of her; 'and you, dear Prince Ulric,' with a graceful movement of the left arm towards him; "and, dear Duke, you also!' Her right hand, which Prince Hanspatch had by now finished with, went out to the Duke of High- anlow that he too might kiss it.
But it was arrested in mid-air. She felt rather than saw that the Princess was watching her in amazement from the door- way. ....; . •:>, • -. . . •.
Without looking round she stretched out
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again first one arm and then the other. Then, as if she had just seen the Princess, she jumped up in a pretty confusion.
'Oh, your Royal Highness,' she cried, :'you caught me at my physical exercises!' She gave a self-conscious little laugh. 'My physical exercises — a forearm movement.' Once again she stretched out her arm. 'Building up the — er — building up — build- ing up '
Her voice died away, for the Princess still looked coldly at her.
'Charming, Countess,' she said. 'I am sorry to interrupt you, but I have some news for you. You will like to know that I am inviting Prince Udo of Araby here on a visit. I feel we want a little outside help in our affairs. '
'Prince Udo?' cried the Countess. "Here?"
'Have you any objection?' said Hya- cinth. She found it easier to be stern now,
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for the invitation had already been sent off by the hand of the King's Messenger. Nothing that the Countess could say could influence her.
'No objection, your Royal Highness; but it seems so strange. And then the expense! Men are such hearty eaters. Besides,' she looked with a charming smile from the Princess to Wiggs, 'we were all getting on so nicely together! Of course if he just dropped in for afternoon tea one day-
4 He will make a stay of some months, I hope.'1 There were no wizards in Barodia, and therefore the war would be a long one. It was this which had decided Hyacinth.
'Of course,' said Bel vane, 'whatever your Royal Highness wishes, but I do think that His Majesty "
'My dear Countess," said Hyacinth, with a smile, 'the invitation has already gone, so there's nothing more to be said, is there? Had you finished your exercises? Yes? Then,
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Wiggs, will you conduct her ladyship down- stairs?'
She turned and left her. The Countess watched her go, and then stood tragically in the middle of the room, clasping her diary to her breast.
"This is terrible!' she said. "I feel years older.' She held out her diary at arm's length and said in a gloomy voice, 'What an entry for to-morrow!' The thought cheered her up a little. She began to consider plans. How could she circumvent this terrible young man who was going to put them all in their places. She wished that
All at once she remembered something.
"Wiggs,' she said, "what was it I heard you saying to the Princess about a wish?'
'Oh, that's my ring,' said Wiggs eagerly. "If you've been good for a whole day you can have a good wish. And my wish is that '
"A wish!" said Bel vane to herself. "Well,
I wish that ' A sudden thought struck
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her. "You said that you had to be good for a whole day first?'
"Yes."
Belvane mused.
"I wonder what they mean by good," she said.
"Of course,' explained Wiggs, 'if you've been bad for a whole day you can have a bad wish. But I should hate to have a bad wish, wouldn't you?'
'Simply hate it, child,' said Belvane. " Er — may I have a look at that ring? '
'Here it is,' said Wiggs; 'I always wear it round my neck. '
The Countess took it from her.
"Listen,' she said. 'Wrasn't that the Princess calling you? Run along, quickly, child.'1 She almost pushed her from the room and closed the door on her.
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'If you are good for a day,' she mused, 'you can have a good wish. If you are bad for a day you can have a bad wish. Yesterday I drew ten thousand pieces of gold for the Army; the actual expenses were what I paid — what I owe Woggs. ... I suppose that is what narrow-minded people call being bad. ... I suppose this Prince Udo would call it bad. ... I suppose he thinks he will marry the Princess and throw me into prison.'1 She flung her head back proudly. "Never!"
Standing in the middle of the great Throne Room, she held the ring up in her two hands and wished.
"I wish," she said, and there was a terrible smile in her eyes, "I wish that something very — very humorous shall happen to Prince Udo on his journey.
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CHAPTER VIII
PRINCE UDO SLEEPS BADLY
EVERYBODY likes to make a good im- pression on his first visit, but there were moments just before his arrival in Euralia when Prince Udo doubted whether the affair would go as well as he had hoped. You shall hear why.
He had been out hunting with his friend, the young Duke Coronel, and was returning to the Palace when Hyacinth's messenger
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met him. He took the letter from him, broke the seals, and unrolled it.
"Wait a moment, Coronel,"' he said to his friend. 'This is going to be an adventure of some sort, and if it's an adventure I shall want you with me."
'I'm in no hurry," said Coronel, and he got off his horse and gave it into the care of an attendant. The road crossed a stream here. Coronel sat up on the little stone bridge and dropped pebbles idly into the water.
The Prince read his letter.
Plop . . . Plop . . . Plop . . . Plop . . .
The Prince looked up from his letter.
"How many days' journey is it to Eu- ralia?" he asked Coronel.
"How long did it take the messenger to come?' answered Coronel, without looking up. (Plop.)
'I might have thought of that myself," said Udo, "only this letter has rather upset
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me." He turned to the messenger. "How long has it ?'
"Isn't the letter dated?' said Coronel. (Plop.)
Udo paid no attention to this interrup- tion and finished his question to the messenger.
'A week, sire.':
"Ride on to the castle and wait for me. I shall have a message for you."
'What is it?' said Coronel, when the messenger had gone. 'An adventure?'
"I think so. I think we may call it that, Coronel."
"With me in it?"
Yes, I think you will be somewhere in it."
Coronel stopped dropping his pebbles and turned to the Prince.
"May I hear about it?"
Udo held out the letter; then, feeling that a lady's letter should be private, drew it back
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again. He prided himself always on doing the correct thing.
'It's from Princess Hyacinth of Euralia," he said; 'she doesn't say much. Her father is away fighting, and she is alone and she is in some trouble or other. It ought to make rather a good adventure."
Coronel turned away and began to drop his pebbles into the stream again.
"Well, I wish you luck," he said. "If it's a dragon, don't forget that
'But you're coming, too," said Udo, in dismay. 'I must have you with me."
"Doing what?"
"What?"
'Doing what?" said Coronel again.
'Well," said Prince Udo awkwardly, "er — well, you — well."
He felt that it was a silly question for Coronel to have asked. Coronel knew per- fectly well what he would be doing all the time. In Udo's absence he would be telling
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Princess Hyacinth stories of his Royal Highness's matchless courage and wisdom. An occasional discussion also with the Princess upon types of masculine beauty, leading up to casual mention of Prince Udo's own appearance, wrould be quite in order. When Prince Udo was present Coronel would no doubt find the opportunity of drawing Prince Udo out, an opportunity of which a stranger could not so readily avail himself.
But of course you couldn't very well tell Coronel that. A man of any tact would have seen it at once.
'Of course," he said, 'don't come if you don't like. But it would look rather funny if I went quite unattended; and — and her Royal Highness is said to be very beautiful," he added lamely.
Coronel laughed. There are adventures and adventures; to sit next to a very beautiful Princess and discuss with her the
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good looks of another man was not the sort of adventure that Coronel was looking for.
He tossed the remainder of his pebbles into the stream and stood up.
"Of course, if your Royal Highness wishes
"Don't be a fool, Coronel," said his Royal Highness, rather snappily.
"Well, then, I'll come with my good friend Udo if he wants me.': 'I do want you.'
"Very well, that settles it. After all," he added to himself, "there may be two dragons.''
Two dragons would be one each. But from all accounts there were not two Prin- cesses.
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start, and hoped to gain two days upon him. In the simple fashion of those times (so it would seem from Roger Scurvilegs) they set out with no luggage and no clear idea of where they were going to sleep at night. This, after all, is the best spirit in which to start a journey. It is the Gladstone bag which has killed romance.
They started on a perfect summer day, and they rode past towers and battlements, and by the side of sparkling streams, and disappeared into tall pine forests, and came out into the sunlight again above sleepy villages, and, as they rode, Coronel sang aloud and Udo tossed his sword into the air and caught it again. And as evening fell they came to a woodman's cottage at the foot of a high hill, and there they decided to rest for the night. An old woman came out to welcome them.
'Good evening, your Royal Highness," she said.
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'You know me?' said Udo, more pleased than surprised.
CI know all who come into my house," said the old woman solemnly, 'and all who go away from it."
This sort of conversation made Coronel feel creepy. There seemed to be a distinc- tion between the people who came into the house and the people who went away from it which he did not like.
"Can we stay here the night, my good woman?" said Udo.
:You have hurt your hand," she said, taking no notice of his question.
"It's nothing," said Udo hastily. On one occasion he had caught his sword by the sharp end by mistake — a foolish thing to have done.
"Ah, well, since you won't want hands where you're going, it won't matter much."
It was the sort of thing old women said in those days, and Udo did not pay much attention to it.
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"Yes, yes," he said; "but can you give my friend and myself a bed for to-night?'
'Seeing that you won't be travelling together long, come in and welcome.'1
She opened the door and they followed her in.
As they crossed the threshold, Udo half turned round and whispered over his shoulder to Coronel,
'Probably a fairy. Be kind to her.';
'HowT can one be kind to one's hostess?' said Coronel. 'It's she who has to be kind to us.''
'Well, you know what I mean; don't be rude to her.':
'My dear Udo, this to me — the pride of Araby, the favourite courtier of his Majesty, the "
'Oh, all right," said Udo.
'Sit down and rest yourselves," said the old woman. 'There'll be something in the pot for you directly.'1
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"Good," said Udo. He looked approv- ingly at the large cauldron hanging over the fire. It was a big fireplace for such a small room. So he thought when he first looked at it, but as he gazed, the room seemed to get bigger and bigger, and the fireplace to get farther and farther away, until he felt that he was in a vast cavern cut deep into the mountainside. He rubbed his eyes, and there he was in the small kitchen again and the cauldron was sending out a savoury smell.
"There'll be something in it for all tastes/' went on the old woman, 'even for Prince Udo's."
"I'm not so particular as all that," said Udo mildly. The room had just become five hundred yards long again, and he was feeling quiet.
"Not now, but you will be."
She filled them a plate each from the pot; and pulling their chairs up to the table, they
fell to heartily.
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"This is really excellent," said Udo, as he put down his spoon and rested for a moment.
"You'd think you'd always like that, wouldn't you?" she said.
'I always shall be fond of anything so perfectly cooked."
:' Ah," remarked the old woman thought-
fully.
Udo was beginning to dislike her par- ticular style of conversation. It seemed to carry the merest suggestion of a hint that something unpleasant might be going to happen to him. Nothing apparently was going to happen to Coronel. He tried to drag Coronel into the conversation in case the old woman had anything over for him.
'My friend and I," he said, "hope to be in Euralia the day after to-morrow."
'No harm in hoping," was the answer.
'Dear me, is something going to happen to us on the way?'
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'Depends what you call 'us.9
Coronel pushed back his chair and got up.
'I know what's going to happen to me," he said. 'I'm going to sleep.'1
"Well," said Udo, getting up too, "we've got a long day before us to-morrow, and apparently we are in for an adventure — er, we are in for an adventure of some sort." He looked anxiously at the old woman, but she made no sign. 'And so let's to bed.'
'This way," said the old woman, and by the light of a candle she led them upstairs.
Udo slept badly. He had a feeling (just as you have) that something was going to happen to him; and it was with some sur- prise that he woke up in the morning to find himself much as he was when he went to bed. He looked at himself in the glass; he invited Coronel to gaze at him; but neither could discover that anything was the matter.
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"After all," said Udo, "I don't suppose she meant anything. These old women get into a way of talking like that. If anybody is going to be turned into anything, it's much more likely to be you.':
"Is that why you brought me with you?' asked Coronel.
I suppose that by this time they had finished their dressing. Roger Scurvilegs tells us nothing on such important matters; no doubt from modesty. 'Next morning they rose," he says, and disappoints us of a picture of Udo brushing his hair. They rose and went down to breakfast.
The old woman was in a less cryptic mood at breakfast. She wTas particularly hospitable to Udo, and from some secret store produced an unending variety of good things for him to eat. To Coronel it almost looked as if she were fattening him up for something, but this suggestion was received with such bad grace by Udo that he did not pursue the subject.
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As soon as breakfast was over they started off again. From one of the many bags of gold he carried, Udo had offered some ac- knowledgment to the old woman, but she had refused to take it.
"Nay, nay," she said. "I shall be amply rewarded before the day is out." And she seemed to be smiling to herself as if she knew of some joke which the Prince and Coronel did not yet share.
"I like to-day,'" said Coronel as they rode along. 'There's a smell of adventure in the air. Red roofs, green trees, blue sky, white road — I could fall in love to-day. ':
"Who with?" said Udo suspiciously.
"Any one — that old woman, if you like."
"Oh, don't talk of her," said the Prince, with a shudder. 'Coronel, hadn't you a sense of being out of some joke that she
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" Perhaps we shall be in it before long. I could laugh very easily on a morning like this.':
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"Oh, I can see a joke as well as any one," said Udo. "Don't be afraid that I shan't laugh, too. No doubt it will make a good story, whatever it is, to tell to the Princess Hyacinth. Coronel," he added solemnly, the thought having evidently only just oc- curred to him, 'I am all impatience to help that poor girl in her trouble.'1 And as if to show his impatience, he suddenly gave the reins a shake and cantered ahead of his com- panion. Smiling to himself, Coronel followed at his leisure.
They halted at mid -day in a wood, and made a meal from some provisions which the old woman had given them; and after they had eaten, Udo lay down on a mossy bank and closed his eyes.
"I'm sleepy," he said; *I had a restless night. Let's stay here awhile; after all, there's no hurry. ':
"Personally," said Coronel, 'I'm all impatience to help that '
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"I tell you I had a very bad night," said Udo crossly.
'Oh, well, I shall go off and look for dragons. Coronel, the Dragon Slayer. Good-bye."
"Only half an hour," said Udo.
"Right."
With a nod to the Prince he strolled off among the trees.
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THEY ARE AFRAID OF UDO
THIS is a painful chapter for me to write. Mercifully it is to be a short one. Later on I shall become used to the situation; inclined, even, to dwell upon its humorous side; but for the moment I cannot see beyond the sad- ness of it. That to a Prince of the Royal House of Araby, and such an estimable young man as Udo, those things should happen. Roger Scur- vilegs frankly breaks down over it. ' 'That abom- inable woman," he says (meaning, of course, Bel- vane) , and he has hysterics for more than a page.
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Let us describe it calmly.
Coronel came back from his stroll in the same casual way in which he had started and dropped down lazily upon the grass to wait until Udo was ready to mount. He was not thinking of Udo. He was wonder- ing if Princess Hyacinth had an attendant of surpassing beauty, or a dragon of sur- passing malevolence — if, in fact, there were any adventures in Euralia for a humble fellow like himself.
'Coronel!' said a small voice behind him.
He turned round indifferently.
"Hullo, Udo, where are you?' he said. 'Isn't it time we were starting?'
'We aren't starting," said the voice.
'What's the matter? What are you hid- ing in the bushes for? Whatever 's the matter, Udo?
'I'm not very well."
"My poor Udo, what's happened?" He jumped up and made towards him.
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"Stop!" shrieked the voice. "I command you!"
Coronel stopped.
"Your Royal Highness's commands," he began rather coldly
There was an ominous sniffing from the bushes.
"Coronel," said an unhappy voice at last,
"I think I'm coming out."
Wondering what it all meant, Coronel waited in silence.
"Yes, I am coming out, Coronel," said the voice. "But you mustn't be surprised if I don't look very well. I'm- -I'm — Coronel, here I am," said Udo pathetically and he stepped out.
Coronel didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
Poor Prince Udo!
He had the head and the long ears of a rabbit, and in some unfortunate way a look of the real Prince Udo in spite of it. He had
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the mane and the tail of a lion. In between the tail and the rnane it is difficult to say what he was, save that there was an impres- sion of magnificence about his person — such magnificence, anyhow, as is given by an astrakhan-trimmed fur coat.
Coronel decided that it was an occasion for tact.
"Ah, here you are," he said cheerfully. "Shall we get along?"
"Don't be a fool, Coronel," said Udo, almost crying. "Don't pretend that you can't see that I've got a tail."
"Why, bless my soul, so you have. A tail! Well, think of that!"
Udo showed what he thought of it by waving it peevishly.
"This is not a time for tact," he said. "Tell me what I look like."
Coronel considered for a moment. Really frankly?" he asked. Y — yes," said Udo nervously.
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'Then, frankly, your Royal Highness looks — funny. ';
'Very funny?" said Udo wistfully.
'Very funny," said Coronel. His Highness sighed.
"I was afraid so," he said. "That's the cruel part about it. Had I been a lion there would have been a certain pathetic splen- dour about my position. Isolated — cut off- suffering in regal silence.' He waved an explanatory paw. 'Even in the most hide- ous of beasts there might be a dignity." He meditated for a moment. 'Have you ever seen a yak, Coronel?" he asked. "Never."
*I saw one once in Barodia. It is not a beautiful animal, Coronel; but as a yak I should not have been entirely unlovable. One does not laugh at a yak, Coronel, and where one does not laugh one may come to love. . . . What does my head look
like?" - . . ... • til
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'It looks — striking.'1
It looks — striking. : I haven't seen it, you see/ 'To one who didn't know your Royal Highness it would convey the impression of a rabbit.'3
Udo laid his head between his paws and wept.
"A r — rabbit!' he sobbed. So un- dignified, so lacking in true pathos, so
And not even a whole rabbit," he added bitterly.
"How did it happen?'
"I don't know, Coronel. I just went to sleep, and woke up feeling rather funny,
and " He sat up suddenly and stared
at Coronel. 'It was that old woman did it. You mark my words, Coronel; she did it."
"Why should she?"
"I don't know. I was very polite to her. Don't you remember my saying to you, 'Be polite to her, because she's probably a
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fairy!' You see, I saw through her disguise at once. Coronel, what shall we do? Let's hold a council of war and think it over."
So they held a council of war.
Prince Udo put forward two suggestions.
The first was that Coronel should go back on the morrow and kill the old woman.
The second was that Coronel should go back that afternoon and kill the old woman.
Coronel pointed out that as she had turned Prince Udo into — into a — a — ("Quite so," said Udo)- -it wras likely that she alone could turn him back again, and that in that case he had better only threaten her.
"I want somebody killed," said Udo, rather naturally.
"Suppose," said Coronel, 'you stay here for two days while I go back and see the old witch, and make her tell me what she knows. She knows something, I'm certain. Then we shall see better what to do."
Udo mused for a space.
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"Why didn't they turn you into anything?' he asked.
'Really, I don't know. Perhaps because I'm too unimportant.'1
;Yes, that must be it.': He began to feel a little brighter. 'Obviously, that's it." He caressed a whisker with one of his paws. 'They were afraid of me.':
He began to look so much happier that Coronel thought it was a favourable moment in which to withdraw.
'Shall I go now, your Royal Highness?' :Yes, yes, you may leave me." 'And shall I find you here when I come back?"
:You may or you may not, Coronel; you may or you may not. . . . Afraid of me," he murmured to himself. 'Obviously." "And if I don't?" :Then return to the Palace." 'Good-bye, your Royal Highness.'3 Udo waved a paw at him.
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'Good-bye, good-bye. "
Coronel got on his horse and rode away. As soon as he was out of earshot he began to laugh. Spasm after spasm shook him. No sooner had he composed himself to gravity than a remembrance of Udo's appearance started him off again.
'I couldn't have stayed with him a moment longer," he thought. "I should have burst. Poor Udo! However, we'll soon get him all right."
That evening he reached the place where the cottage had stood, but it was gone. Next morning he rode back to the wood. Udo was gone too. He returned to the Palace, and began to think it out.
Left to himself Udo very soon made up his mind. There were three courses open to him.
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He might stay where he was till he was restored to health.
This he rejected at once. When you have the head of a rabbit, the tail of a lion, and the middle of a woolly lamb, the need for action of some kind is imperative. All the blood of your diverse ancestors calls to you to be up and doing.
He might go back to Araby.
To Araby, where he was so well-known, so respected, so popular? To Araby, where he rode daily among his father's subjects that they might have the pleasure of cheering him? How awkward for everybody!
On to Euralia then?
Why not? The Princess Hyacinth had called for him. What devotion it showed if he came to her even now — in his present state of bad health! She was in trouble: enchanters, wizards, what-nots. Already, then, he had suffered in her service — so at
least he would say, and so possibly it might
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be. Coronel had thought him — funny; but women had not much sense of humour as a rule. Probably as a child Hyacinth had kept rabbits ... or lambs. She would find him — strokable. . . . And the lion in him ... in his tail, his fierce mane . . . she would find that inspiring. Women like to feel that there is something fierce, untamable in the man they love; well, there it was.
It was not as if he had Coronel with him. Coronel and he (in his present health) could never have gone into Euralia together; the contrast was too striking; but he alone, Hyacinth's only help! Surely she would appreciate his magnanimity.
Also, as he had told himself a moment ago, there was quite a chance that it was a Euralian enchanter who had put this upon him — to prevent him helping Hyacinth. If so, he had better go to Euralia in order to deal with that enchanter. For the moment, he did not see exactly how to deal with him,
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but no doubt he would think of some tremen- dously cunning device later on.
To Euralia then with all dispatch.
He trotted off. As Coronel had said5 they were evidently afraid of him.
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CHAPTER X
CHARLOTTE PATACAKE ASTONISHES THE CRITICS
"\HE Lady Bel vane sits in her garden. She is very happy. An enormous quill-pen, taken from a former favourite goose and coloured red, is in her right hand. The hair of her dark head, held on one side, touches the paper whereon she writes, and her little tongue peeps out between her red lips. Her left hand taps the table — one-twTo, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two. She is composing. Wonderful woman!
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You remember that scene with the Prin- cess Hyacinth? "I feel we want a little out- side help in our affairs." A fortnight of suspense before Prince Udo arrived. What had the ring done to him? At the best, even if there would be no Udo at all to interfere, nevertheless she knew that she had lost her footing at the Palace. She and the Princess would now be open enemies. At the worst — those magic rings were so untrustworthy! — a Prince, still powerful, and now seriously an- noyed, might be leagued against her.
Yet she composed.
And what is she writing? She is enter- ing for the competition in connection with the Encouragement of Literature Scheme: the last scheme which the Princess had signed.
I like to think of her peacefully writing at a time when her whole future hung in the balance. Roger sneers at her. 'Even now," he says, "she was hoping to wring
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a last bag-full of gold from her wretched country." I deny emphatically that she was doing anything of the sort. She was entering for a duly authorised competition under the pen-name of Charlotte Patacake. The fact that the Countess Belvane, accord- ing to the provisions of the scheme, was sole judge of the competition, is beside the point. Belvane's opinion of Charlotte Patacake's poetry was utterly sincere, and uninfluenced in any way by monetary considerations. If Patacake were rewarded the first prize it would be because Belvane honestly thought she was worth it.
One other fact by way of defence against Roger's slanders. As judge, Belvane had chosen the subject of the prize poems. Now Belvane and Patacake both excelled in the lighter forms of lyrical verse; yet the subject of the poem was to be epic. 'The Barodo- Euralian War ' — no less. How many modern writers would be as fair?
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This line is written in gold, and by itself would obtain a prize in any local compe- tition.
King Merriwig the First rode out to war
As many other kings had done before!
Five hundred men behind him marched to fight —
There follows a good deal of scratching out, and then comes (a sudden inspiration) this sublimely simple line:
Left-right, left-right, left-right left-right, left-right.
One can almost hear the men moving.
What gladsome cheers assailed the balmy air — They came from north, from south, from everywhere! No wight that stood upon that sacred scene Could gaze upon the sight unmoved, I ween: No wight that stood upon that sacred spot Vould gaze upon the sight unmoved, I wot:
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strengthen it. Looking over her left shoul- der it seems to me that there is a line drawn through the first one, but I cannot see very clearly because of her hair, which will keep straying over the page.
Why do they march so fearless and so bold? The answer is not very quickly told. To put it shortly, the Barodian king Insulted Merriwig like anything— King Merriwig, the dignified and wise, Who saw him flying over with surprise, As did his daughter, Princess Hyacinth.
This was as far as she had got.
She left the table and began to walk round her garden. There is nothing like it for assisting thought. However, to-day it was not helping much; she wrent three times round and still couldn't think of a rhyme for Hyacinth. "Plinth* was a little difficult to work in; 'besides,'3 she reminded herself, *I don't quite know what it means.'1 Bel- vane felt as I do about poetry: that however
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incomprehensible it may be to the public, the author should be quite at ease with it.
She added up the lines she had written already — seventeen. If she stopped there, it would be the only epic that had stopped at the seventeenth line.
She sighed, stretched her arms, and looked up at the sky. The weather was all against her. It was the ideal largesse morning. . . .
Twenty minutes later she was on her cream- white palfrey. TwTenty-one minutes later Henrietta Crossbuns had received a bag of gold neatly under the eye, as she bobbed to her Ladyship. To this extent only did H. Crossbuns leave her mark upon Euralian history; but it was a mark which lasted for a full month.
Hyacinth knew nothing of all this. She did not even know that Belvane was enter- ing for the prize poem. She had forgotten her promise to encourage literature in the realm.
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And why? Ah, ladies, can you not guess why? She was thinking of Prince Udo of Araby. What did he look like? Was he dark or fair? Did his hair curl naturally or not?
Was he wondering at all what she looked like?
Wriggs had already decided that he was to fall in love with her Royal Highness and marry her.
"I think/' said Wiggs, "that he'll be very tall, and have lovely blue eyes and golden hair."
This was what they were like in all the books she had ever dusted; like this were the seven Princes (now pursuing perilous adventures in distant countries) to whom the King had promised Hyacinth's hand — Prince Hanspatch of Tregong, Prince Ulric, the Duke of Highanlow, and all the rest of them. Poor Prince Ulric! In the moment of victory he was accidentally fallen upon
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by the giant whom he was engaged in under- mining, and lost all appetite for adventure thereby. Indeed, in his latter years he was alarmed by anything larger than a goldfish, and lived a life of the strictest seclusion.
'/ think he'll be dark," said Hyacinth. Her own hair was corn-coloured.
Poor Prince Hanspatch of Tregong; I've just remembered about him — no, I haven't, it was the Duke of Highanlow. Poor Duke of Highanlow! A misunderstanding with a wizard having caused his head to face the wrong way round, he was so often said good- bye to at the very moment of arrival, that he gradually lost his enthusiasm for social enter- prises and confined himself to his own palace, where his acrobatic dexterity in supplying himself with soup was a constant source of admiration to his servants. . . .
However, it was Prince Udo of whom they were thinking now. The Messenger had re-
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turned from Araby; his Royal Highness must be expected on the morrow.
'I do hope he'll be comfortable in the Purple Room," said Hyacinth. "I wonder if it wouldn't have been better to have left him in the Blue Room, after all."
They had had him in the Blue Room two days ago, until Hyacinth thought that per- haps he would be more comfortable in the Purple Room, after all.
'The Purple Room has the best view," said Wiggs helpfully.
'And it gets the sun. Wiggs, don't for- get to put some flowers there. And have you given him any books?'
'I gave him two,'3 said Wiggs. "Quests for Princes, and Wild Animals at Home.'
' Oh, I'm sure he'll like those. Now let's think what we shall do when he comes. He'll arrive some time in the after- noon. Naturally he will want a little re- freshment."
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'Would he like a picnic in the forest?' asked Wiggs.
' I don't think any one wants a picnic after a long journey."
"I love picnics."
"Yes, dear; but, you see, Prince Udo's much older than you, and I expect he's had so many picnics that he's tired of them. I suppose really I ought to receive him in the Throne Room, but that's so — so '
"Stuffy," said Wiggs.
"That's just it. We should feel uncom- fortable with each other the whole time. I think I shall receive him up here ; I never feel so nervous in the open air."
"Will the Countess be here?" asked Wiggs.
"No," said the Princess coldly. "At least," she corrected herself, 'she will not be invited. Good afternoon, Countess." It was like her, thought Hyacinth, to arrive at that very moment.
Belvane curtsied low.
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"Good afternoon, your Royal Highness. I am here purely on a matter of business. I thought it my duty to inform your Royal Highness of the result of the Literature prize." She spoke meekly, and as one who forgave Hyacinth for her unkindness towards her.
"Certainly, Countess. I shall be glad to hear.'1
The Countess unrolled a parchment.
"The prize has been won," she said,
"by she held the parchment a little
closer to her eyes, "by Charlotte Patacake."
"Oh, yes. Who is she?"
"A most deserving woman, your Royal Highness. If she is the woman I'm think- ing of, a most deserving person, to whom the money will be more than welcome. Her poem shows a sense of values combined with — er — breadth, and — er — distance, such as I have seldom seen equalled. The — er —
technique is only excelled by the — shall I
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say? — temperamentality, the boldness of the colouring, by the — how shall I put it? — the
firmness of the outline. In short '
'In short," said the Princess, "you like it.': Your Royal Highness, it is unique. But naturally you will wish to hear it for your- self. It is only some twelve hundred lines long. I will declaim it to your Royal Highness.'1
She held the manuscript out at the full length of her left arm, struck an attitude with the right arm, and began in her most thrilling voice:
King Merriwig the First rode out to war, As many other kings "
Yes, Countess, but another time. I am busy this afternoon. As you know, I think, the Prince Udo of Araby arrives to-morrow,
and "
Belvane's lips were still moving, and her right arm swayed up and down. "What
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gladsome cheers assailed the balmy air!' she murmured to herself, and her hand went up to heaven. ' They come from north, from south' (she pointed in the directions men- tioned), 'from everywhere. No wight that stood "
'He will be received privately up here by myself in the first place, and after- wards-
' Could gaze upon the sight unmoved, I wot," whispered Belvane, and placed her hand upon her breast to show that anyhow it had been too much for her. (t Why do they march so- I beg your Royal Highness 's pardon. I was so carried away by this wonderful poem. I do beg of your Royal Highness to read it."
The Princess waved the manuscript aside.
'I am not unmindful of the claims of litera- ture, Countess, and I shall certainly read the poem another time. Meanwhile I can, I hope, trust you to see that the prize is awarded to the rightful winner. What I am telling you
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now is that the Prince Udo is arriving to-morrow. "
Belvane looked innocently puzzled. 'Prince Udo — Udo — would that be Prince Udo of Carroway, your Royal Highness? A tall man with three legs?'
'Prince Udo of Araby," said Hyacinth severely. "I think I have already men- tioned him to your ladyship. He will make a stay of some months."
"But how delightful, your Royal High- ness, to see a man again ! We were all getting so dull together! We want a man to wake us up a little, don't we, Wiggs? I will go and give orders about his room at once, your Royal Highness. You will wish him to be in the Purple Room, of course?'
That settled it.
"He will be in the Blue Room," said Hyacinth decidedly.
"Certainly, your Royal Highness. Fancy,
Wiggs, a man again ! I will go and see about it
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now, if I may have your Royal Highness's leave to withdraw?'
A little mystified by Belvane's manner, Hyacinth inclined her head, and the Countess withdrew.
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WIGGS gave a parting pat to the table- cloth and stood looking at it with her head on one side.
"Now, then," she said, "have we got every- thing?"
"What about sardines?' said Woggs in her common way. (I don't know what she's doing in this scene at all, but Roger Scurvilegs insists on it.)
"I don't think a Prince would like sardines,'' said Wiggs.
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sardines. It is a very long journey from Araby, isn't it?'
'Awful long. Why, it's taken him nearly a week. Perhaps," she added hopefully, "he's had something on the way.':
'Perhaps he took some sandwiches with him," said Woggs, thinking that this would be a good thing to do.
"What do you think he'll be like, Woggs?"
Woggs thought for a long time.
"Like the King," she said. "Only differ- ent," she added, as an afterthought.
Up came the Princess for the fifth time that afternoon, all excitement.
"Well," she said, "is everything ready?' ;Yes, your Royal Highness. Except Woggs and me didn't quite know about sardines.'1
The Princess laughed happily. 'I think there will be enough there for him. It all looks very nice.'1
She turned round and discovered behind
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her the last person she wanted to see just then.
The-last-person-she-wanted-to-see-just-then curtsied effectively.
'Forgive me, your Royal Highness/' she said profusely, 'but I thought I had left Charlotte Patacake's priceless manuscript up here. No; evidently I was mistaken, your Royal Highness. I will withdraw, your Royal Highness, as I know your Royal Highness would naturally wish to receive his Royal Highness alone. "
Listening to this speech one is impressed with Woggs' method of calling everybody "Mum."
'Not at all, Countess,'3 said Hyacinth coldly. "We would prefer you to stay and help us receive his Royal Highness. He is a little late, I think."
Bel vane looked unspeakably distressed.
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had an uneasy feeling lately that something may have occurred."
'What could have happened to him?' asked Hyacinth, not apparently very much alarmed.
4 Oh, your Royal Highness, it's just a sort of silly feeling of mine. There may be nothing in it.':
There was a noise of footsteps from below; a man's voice was heard. The Princess and the Countess, both extremely nervous, but from entirely different reasons, arranged suit- able smiles of greeting upon their faces ; Wiggs and Woggs stood in attitudes of appropriate meekness by the table. The Court Painter could have made a beautiful picture of it.
"His Royal Highness Prince Udo of Araby," announced the voice of an at- tendant.
"A nervous moment," said Bel vane to her- self. "Can the ring have failed to act?'
Udo trotted in.
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'It hasn't," said Belvane.
Princess Hyacinth gave a shriek, and fal- tered slowly backwards; Wiggs, who was familiar with these little accidents in the books which she dusted, and Woggs, who had a natural love for any kind of animal, stood their ground.
'Whatever is it?" murmured Hyacinth. It was as well that Belvane was there.
'Allow me to present to your Royal High- ness," she said, stepping forward, "his Royal Highness Prince Udo of Araby.':
'Prince Udo?' said Hyacinth, all unwill- ing to believe it.
'I'm afraid so," said Udo gloomily. He had thought over this meeting a good deal in the last two or three days, and he realised now that he had underestimated the diffi- culties of it.
Hyacinth remembered that she was a Princess and a woman.
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Highness to Euralia," she said. "Won't you sit down — I mean up — er, down." (How did rabbits sit? Or whatever he was?)
Udo decided to sit up.
"Thank you. You've no idea how diffi- cult it is to talk on four legs to somebody higher up. It strains the neck so.':
There was an awkward silence. Nobody quite knew what to say.
Except Bel vane.
She turned to Udo with her most charming smile.
'Did you have a pleasant journey?' she asked sweetly.
"No," said Udo coldly.
"Oh, do tell us what happened to you?' cried Hyacinth. "Did you meet some ter- rible enchanter on the way? Oh, I am so dreadfully sorry.'1
When one is not feeling very well there is a certain type of question which is always annoying.
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'Can't you see what's happened to me?'3 said Udo crossly. 'I don't know how it happened. I had come two days' journey from Araby, when-
" Please, your Royal Highness," said Wiggs,
'is this your tail in the salt?' She took it
out, gave it a shake, and handed it back to him.
4 Oh, thank you, thank you- -two days' journey from Araby when I woke up one afternoon and found myself like this. I ask you to imagine my annoyance. My first thought naturally was to return home and hide myself; but I told myself, Princess, that you wanted me."
The Princess could not help being touched by this, said as it was with a graceful move- ment of the ears and a caressing of the right whisker, but she wondered a little what she would do with him now that she had got him.
'Er — what are you?' put in Bel vane kindly, knowing how men are always glad to talk about themselves.
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Udo had caught sight of a well-covered table, and was looking at it with a curious mixture of hope and resignation.
'Very, very hungry," he said, speaking with the air of one who knows.
The Princess, whose mind had been travel- ling, woke up suddenly.
'Oh, I was forgetting my manners," she said with a smile for which the greediest would have forgiven her. 'Let us sit down and refresh ourselves. May I present to your Royal Highness the Countess Bel vane."
'Do I shake hands or pat him?' mur- mured that mistress of Court etiquette, for once at a loss.
Udo placed a paw over his heart and bowed profoundly.
'Charmed," he said gallantly, and coming from a cross between a lion, a rabbit, and a woolly lamb the merest suggestion of gallantry has a most pleasing effect.
They grouped themselves round the repast.
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"A little sherbet, your Royal Highness?'' said Hyacinth, who presided over the bowl.
Udo was evidently longing to say yes, but hesitated.
'I wonder if I dare.'!
'It's very good sherbet," said Wiggs, to encourage him.
'I'm sure it is, my dear. But the question is, Do I like sherbet?'
You can't help knowing if you like sherbet.9'
'Don't bother him, Wiggs," said Hyacinth, 'a venison sandwich, dear Prince?'
:The question is, Do I like venison sand- wiches ? '
4 1 do," announced Woggs to any one who was interested.
'You see,'" explained Udo, 'I really don't know what I like.':
They were all surprised at this, particu- larly Woggs. Belvane, who was enjoying herself too much to wish to do anything but
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listen, said nothing, and it was the Princess who obliged Udo by asking him what he meant. It was a subject upon which he was longing to let himself go to somebody.
'Well," he said, expanding himself a little, so that Wiggs had to remove his tail this time from the custard, "what am I?'
Nobody ventured to offer an opinion.
"Am I a hare? Then put me next to the red currant jelly, or whatever it is that hares like."
The anxious eye of the hostess wandered over the table.
"Am I a lion?' went on Udo, developing his theme. 'Then pass me Wiggs. "
"Oh, please don't be a lion," said Wiggs gently, as she stroked his mane.
"But haven't you a feeling for anything?5 asked Hyacinth.
"I have a great feeling of emptiness. I yearn for something, only I don't quite know
what."
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"I hope it isn't sardines/' whispered Wiggs to Woggs.
"But what have you been eating on the way?" asked the Princess.
"Oh, grass and things chiefly. I thought I should be safe with grass."
"And were you — er — safe?' asked Bel- vane, with a great show of anxiety.
Udo coughed and said nothing. I know it's silly of me," said Hyacinth,
but I still don't quite understand. I should have thought that if you were a — a-
" Quite so," said Udo.
" — then you would have known by in- stinct what a — a '
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1 Exactly," said Udo. "Likes to eat."
"Ah, I thought you'd think that. That's just what I thought when this — when I began to feel unwell. But I've worked it out since, and it's all wrong.'1
:This is interesting," said Belvane, set-
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on.:
"Well, when " He coughed and looked
round at them coyly. 'This is really rather a delicate subject.'1
"Not at all," murmured Hyacinth.
"Well, it's like this. When an enchanter wants to annoy you he generally turns you into an animal of some kind.':
Belvane achieved her first blush since she was seventeen.
"It is a humorous way they have," she said.
"But suppose you really were an animal altogether, it wouldn't annoy you at all. An elephant isn't annoyed at being an elephant; he just tries to be a good elephant, and he'd be miserable if he couldn't do things with his trunk. The annoying thing is to look like an elephant, to have the very complicated — er — inside of an elephant, and yet all the time really to be a man.':
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They were all intensely interested. Woggs thought that it was going to lead up to a revelation of what sort of animal Prince Udo really was, but in this she was destined to be disappointed. After all there were advan- tages in Udo's present position. As a man he had never been listened to so attentively.
"Now suppose for a moment I am a lion. I have the — er — delicate apparatus of a lion, but the beautiful thoughts and aspirations of a Prince. Thus there is one — er — side of me which craves for raw beef, but none the less there is a higher side of me' (he brought his paw up towards his heart) , "which — well, you know how you'd feel about it yourself.'
The Princess shuddered.
"I should" she said, with conviction.
Bel vane was interested, but thought it all a little crude.
"You see the point," went on Udo. 'A baby left to itself doesn't know what is good
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for it. Left to itself it would eat anything. Now turn a man suddenly into an animal and he is in exactly the same state as that baby.':
'I hadn't thought of it like that," said Hyacinth.
'I've had to think of it! Now let us pro- ceed further with the matter.'' Udo was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had not had such a time since he had given an address on Beetles to all the leading citizens of Araby at his coming-of-age. ' Suppose again that I am a lion. I know from what I have read or seen that raw meat agrees best with the lion's — er — organisation, and however objec- tionable it might look I should be foolish not to turn to it for sustenance. But if you don't quite know what animal you're sup- posed to be, see how difficult the problem becomes. It's a question of trying all sorts of horrible things in order to find out what agrees with you." His eyes took on a far- away look, a look in which the most poignant
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memories seemed to be reflected. 'I've been experimenting," he said, 'for the last three days."
They all gazed sadly and sympathetically at him. Except Bel vane. She of course wouldn't.
"What went best?" she asked brightly.
"Oddly enough," said Udo, cheering up a little, "banana fritters. Have you ever kept an animal who lived entirely on banana frit- ters?"
"Never," smiled the Princess.
"Well, that's the animal I probably am." He sighed and added, 'There were one or two animals I wasn't." For a little while he seemed to be revolving bitter memories, and then went on, 4I don't suppose any of you here have any idea how very prickly thistles are when they are going down. Er — may I try a watercress sandwich? It doesn't suit the tail, but it seems to go with the ears." He took a large bite and added through the
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leaves, 'I hope I don't bore you, Princess, with my little troubles.'1
Hyacinth clasped his paw impulsively.
"My dear Prince Udo, I'm only longing to help. We must think of some way of get- ting this horrible enchantment off you. There are so many wise books in the library, and my father has composed a spell which — oh, I'm sure we shall soon have you all right again.'1
Udo took another sandwich. 'Very good of you, Princess, to say so. You understand how annoying a little indis- position of this kind is to a man of my tempera- ment.'1 He beckoned to Wiggs. "How do you make these?" he asked in an undertone.
Gracefully undulating, Belvane rose from her seat.
"Well," she said, "I must go and see that
the stable " she broke off in a pretty
confusion — "How silly of me, I mean the Royal Apartment is prepared. Have I your Royal Highness's leave to withdraw?'
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She had.
"And, Wiggs, dear, you too had better run along and see if you can help. You may leave the watercress sandwiches," she added, as Wiggs hesitated for a moment.
With a grateful look at her Royal Highness Udo helped himself to another one.
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OW, my dear Princess," said Udo, as soon as they were alone. 'Let me know in what way I can help you." "Oh, Prince Udo," said Hyacinth ear- nestly, "it is good of you to have come. I feel that this — this little accident is really my fault for having asked you here."
"Not at all, dear lady. It is the sort of little accident that might have happened to anybody, anywhere. If I can still be of assistance to you, pray inform me. Though my physical powers may not for the moment
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be quite what they were, I flatter myself that my mental capabilities are in no way diminished.'1 He took another bite of his sandwich and wagged his head wisely at her.
"Let's come over here," said Hyacinth.
She moved across to an old stone seat in the wall, Udo following with the plate, and made room for him by her side. There is, of course, a way of indicating to a gentle- man that he may sit next to you on the Chesterfield, and tell you what he has been doing in town lately, and there is also another way of patting the sofa for Fido to jump up and be-a-good-dog-and-lie-down- sir. Hyacinth achieved something very tactful in between, and Udo jumped up gracefully.
'Now we can talk," said Hyacinth. :You noticed that lady, the Countess Bel- vane, whom I presented to you ? '
Udo nodded.
"What did you think of her?" ^ ^
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Udo was old enough to know what to say to that.
'I hardly looked at her," he said. And he added with a deep bow, 'Naturally, when your Royal Highness — oh, I beg your pardon, are my ears in your way?5
'It's all right," said Hyacinth, rearranging her hair. 'Well, it was because of that woman that I sent for you."
'But I can't marry her like this, your Royal Highness.'1
Hyacinth turned a startled face towards him. Udo perceived that he had blundered. To hide his confusion he took another sand- wich and ate it very quickly.
'I want your help against her," said Hyacinth, a little distantly; "she is plotting against me."
'Oh, your Royal Highness, now I see," said Udo, and he wragged his head as much as to say, : You've come to the right man this time."
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don't trust her," said Hyacinth im- pressively.
'Well, now, Princess, I'm not surprised. I'll tell you something about that woman.'3
"Oh, what?"
'Well, when I was announced just now, what happened? You, yourself, Princess, were not unnaturally a little alarmed; those two little girls were surprised and excited; but what of this Countess Belvane? What did she do?"
" What did she do?"
'Nothing," said Udo impressively. 'She was neither surprised nor alarmed.'1
"Why, now I come to think of it, I don't believe she was.'
'And yet," said Udo half pathetically, half proudly, 'Princes don't generally look like this. Now, why wasn't she surprised?'
Hyacinth looked bewildered.
'Did she know you were sending for me?' Udo went on.
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Yes."
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Because you had found out something about her?'
"Yes."
"Then depend upon it, she's done it. What a mind that woman must have ! '
"But how could she do it?' exclaimed Hyacinth. 'Of course it's just the sort of thing she would do if she could.''
Udo didn't answer. He was feeling rather annoyed with Belvane, and had got off his seat and was trotting up and down so as not to show his feelings before a lady.
'How could she do it?' implored Hyacinth.
4 Oh, she's in with some enchanter or somebody," said Udo impatiently, as he trotted past.
Suddenly he had an idea. He stopped in front of her.
' If only I were sure I was a lion."
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He tried to roar, exclaimed hastily that it was only a practice one, and roared again. 'No, I don't think I'm a lion after all," he admitted sadly.
"Well," said Hyacinth, "we must think of a plan."
'We must think of a plan," said Udo, and he came and sat meekly beside her again. He could conceal it from himself no longer that he was not a lion. The fact depressed him.
"I suppose I have been weak," went on Hyacinth, 'but ever since the men went away she has been the ruling spirit of the country. I think she is plotting against me; I know she is robbing me. I asked you here so that you could help me to find her out."
Udo nodded his head importantly.
"We must watch her," he announced.
"We must watch her," agreed Hyacinth. "It may take months '
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"Did you say months?" said Udo, turning to her excitedly.
"Yes, why?"
" Well, it's- ' he gave a deprecating little cough. "I know it's very silly of me but — oh, well, let's hope it will be all right.'1
"Why, whatever is the matter?'
Udo was decidedly embarrassed. He wriggled. He drew little circles with his hind paw on the ground and he shot little coy glances at her.
"Well, I' -and he gave a little ner- vous giggle — "I have a sort of uneasy feeling that I may be one of those animals' —he gave another conscious little laugh- 'that have to go to sleep all through the winter. It would be very annoying — if I ' -his paw became very busy here — 'if I had to dig a little hole in the ground, just when the plot was thickening." £Oh, but you won't," said Hyacinth, in distress.
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They were both silent for a moment, think- ing of the awful possibilities. Udo's tail had fallen across Hyacinth's lap, and she began to play with it absently.
"Anyway," she said hopefully, "it's only July now.':
"Ye — es," said Udo. *I suppose I should get — er — busy about November. We ought to find out something before then. First
of all we'd better Oh!' He started
up in dismay. 'I've just had a horrible thought. Don't I have to collect a little store of nuts and things?'
"Surely "
"I should have to start that pretty soon," said Udo thoughtfully. ;You know, I shouldn't be very handy at it. Climbing about after nuts," he went on dreamily, "what a life for a '
"Oh, don't!" pleaded Hyacinth. "Surely only squirrels do that?'
"Yes — yes. Now, if I were a squirrel.
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I should — may I have my tail for a mo- ment?'
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Hyacinth, very much confused as she realised the liberty she had been taking, and she handed his tail back to him.
"Not at all," said Udo.
He took it firmly in his right hand. "Now then," he said, 'we shall see. Watch this."
Sitting up on his back legs he arched his tail over his head, and letting go of it suddenly, began to nibble at a sandwich held in his two front paws. . . .
A pretty picture for an artist.
But a bad model. The tail fell with a thud to the ground.
"There!" said Udo triumphantly. "That proves it. I'm not a squirrel.'1
"Oh, I'm so glad," said Hyacinth, com- pletely convinced, as any one would have been, by this demonstration.
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Yes, well, that's all right then. Now we can make our plans. First of all we'd
better ' He stopped suddenly, and
Hyacinth saw that he was gazing at his tail. :Yes?" she said encouragingly.
He picked up his tail and held it out in front of him. There was a large knot in the middle of it.
'Now, what have I forgotten?' he said, rubbing his head thoughtfully.
Poor Hyacinth !
"Oh, dear Prince Udo, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I did that without thinking.''
Udo, the gallant gentleman, was not found wanting.
"A lover's knot," he said, with a graceful incli — no, he stopped in time. But really, those ears of his made ordinary politeness quite impossible.
"Oh, Udo," said Hyacinth impulsively, "if only I could help you to get back to your proper form again."
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"Yes, if only," said Udo, becoming practical again; 'but how are we going to do it? Just one more watercress sand- wich/1 he said apologetically; 'they go with the ears so well."
'I shall threaten the Countess," said Hyacinth excitedly. 'I shall tell her that unless she makes the enchanter restore you to your proper form, I shall put her in prison."
Udo was not listening. He had gone off into his own thoughts. 'Banana fritters and watercress sandwiches," he was mur- muring to himself. 'I suppose I must be the only animal of the kind in the world."
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'Of course," went on Hyacinth, half to herself, 'she might get the people on her side, the ones that she's bribed. And if she did " ....,,.. l
"That's all right, that's all right," said Udo grandly. 'Leave her to me. There's something about your watercress that in-
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spires me to terrible deeds. I feel a new — whatever I am.':
One gathers reluctantly from this speech that Udo had partaken too freely.
'Of course," said Hyacinth, 4I could write to my father, who might send some of his men back, but I shouldn't like to do that. I shouldn't like him to think that I had failed him.':
4 Extraordinary how I take to these things," said Udo, allowing himself a little more room on the seat. 'Perhaps I am a rabbit after all. I wonder what I should look like behind wire netting." He took another bite and went on, 'I wonder what I should do if I saw a ferret. I suppose you haven't got a ferret on you, Princess? '
"I beg your pardon, Prince? I'm afraid I was thinking of something else. What did you say?'
"Nothing, nothing. One's thoughts run on." He put his hand out for the plate,
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and discovered that it was empty. He settled himself more comfortably, and seemed to be about to sink into slumber when his attention was attracted suddenly by the knot in his tail. He picked it up and began lazily to undo it. 'I wish I could lash my tail," he murmured; 'mine seems to be one of the tails that don't lash.': He began very gingerly to feel the tip of it. 'I wonder if I've got a sting anywhere.' He closed his eyes, muttering, 'Sting Countess neck, sting all over neck, sting lots stings," and fell peacefully asleep.
It was a disgraceful exhibition. Roger Scurvilegs tries to slur it over; talks about the great heat of the sun, and the notorious effect of even one or two watercress sand- wiches on an empty — on a man who has had nothing to eat for several days. This is to palter with the facts. The effect of watercress sandwiches upon Udo's arrange-
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ments (however furnished) we have all just seen for ourselves; but what Roger neglects to lay stress upon is the fact that it was the effect of twenty-one or twenty-two watercress sandwiches. There is no deny- ing that it was a disgraceful exhibition. If I had been there, I should certainly have written to his father about it.
Hyacinth looked at him uneasily. Her first feeling was one of sympathy. 'Poor fellow," she thought, 'he's had a hard time lately.'5 But it is a strain on the sympathy to gaze too long on a mixture of lion, rabbit, and woolly lamb, particularly when the rabbit part has its mouth open and is snoring gently.
Besides, what could she do with him? She had two of them on her hands now: the Countess and the Prince. Belvane was in an even better position than be- fore. She could now employ Udo to help her in her plots against the Prin-
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cess. 'Grant to me so and so, or I'll keep the enchantment for ever on his Royal Highness.'' And what could a poor girl do?
Well, she would have to come to some decision in the future. Meanwhile the difficulties of the moment were enough. The most obvious difficulty was his bedroom. Was it quite the sort of room he wanted now? Hyacinth realised suddenly that to be hostess to such a collection of animals as Udo was would require all the tact she possessed. Perhaps he would tell her what he wanted when he woke up. Better let him sleep peacefully now.
She looked at him, smiled in spite of herself, and went quickly down into the Palace.
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CHAPTER XIII
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UDO awoke, slightly refreshed, and de- cided to take a firm line with the Countess at once. He had no difficulty about finding his way down to her. The Palace seemed to be full of serv- ants, all apparently busy about something which brought them for a moment in sight of the newly arrived Prince, and then whisked them off, hand to mouth and shoulders shak- ing. By one of these, with more control over her countenance than the others, an annoyed Udo was led into Belvane's garden.
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She was walking up and down the flagged walk between her lavender hedges, and as he came in she stopped and rested her elbows on her sundial, and looked mock- ingly at him, waiting for him to speak. 'Between the showers I mark the hours," said the sundial (on the suggestion of Bel- vane one wet afternoon), but for the moment the Countess was in the way.
'Ah, here we are," said Udo in rather a nasty voice.
'Here we are," said Belvane sweetly. "All of us."
Suddenly she began to laugh.
"Oh, Prince Udo," she said, "you'll be the death of me. Count me as one more of your victims."
It is easy to be angry with any one who will laugh at you all the time, but difficult to be effective; particularly when — but we need not dwell upon Udo's handicap again.
'I don't see anything to laugh at," he
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said stiffly. "To intelligent people the outside appearance is not everything."
"But it can be very funny, can't it?' said Belvane coaxingly. "I wished for something humorous to happen to you,
but I never thought-
" Ah," said Udo, "now we've got it."
He spoke with the air of a clever cross- examiner who has skilfully extracted an admission from a reluctant witness. This sort of tone goes best with one of those keen legal faces; perhaps that was why Belvane laughed again.
"You practically confess that you did it," went on Udo magnificently.
"Did what?"
'Turned me into a — a '
"A rabbit?" said Belvane innocently.
A foolish observation like this always pained Udo.
"What makes you think I'm a rabbit?'
he asked.
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'I don't mind what you are, but you'll never dare show yourself in the country like this."
'Be careful, woman; don't drive me too far. Beware lest you rouse the lion in me.':
'Where?' asked Bel vane, with a child- like air.
With a gesture full of dignity and good breeding Udo called attention to his tail.
'That," said the Countess, 'is not the part of the lion that I'm afraid of ."
For the moment Udo was nonplussed, but he soon recovered himself.
'Even supposing — just for the sake of argument — that I am a rabbit, I still have something up my sleeve; I'll come and eat your young carnations.'1
Belvane adored her garden, but she was sustained by the thought that it was only July now. She pointed this out to him.
'It needn't necessarily be carnations," he warned her.
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"I don't want to put my opinion against one who has (forgive me) inside knowledge on the subject, but I think I have nothing in my garden at this moment that would agree with a rabbit."
"I don't mind if it doesn't agree with me," said Udo heroically.
This was more serious. Her dear garden in which she composed, ruined by the mastications — machinations — what was the word? — of an enemy! The thought was unbearable.
You aren't a rabbit," she said hastily;
'you aren't really a rabbit. Because —
because you don't woffle your nose properly."
'I could," said Udo simply. 'I'm just keeping it back, that's all."
'Show me how," cried Belvane, clasping her hands eagerly together.
It was not what he had come into the garden for, and it accorded ill with the dignity of the Royal House of Araby, but
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somehow one got led on by this wicked woman.
"Like this," said Udo.
The Countess looked at him critically with her head on one side.
"No," she said, "that's quite wrong."
"Naturally I'm a little out of practice."
"I'm sorry," said Belvane. "I'm afraid I can't pass you."
Udo couldn't think what had happened to the conversation. With a great effort he extracted himself from it.
"Enough of this, Countess," he said sternly. "I have your admission that it was you who put this enchantment on me."
"It was I. I wasn't going to have you here interfering with my plans."
"Your plans to rob the Princess."
Belvane felt that it was useless to explain the principles of largesse-throwing to Udo. There will always be men like Udo and Roger Scurvilegs who take these narrow
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matter-of-fact views. One merely wastes time in arguing with them.
'My plans," she repeated.
'Very well. I shall go straight to the Princess, and she will unmask you before the people.'1
Belvane smiled happily. One does not often get such a chance.
'And who," she asked sweetly, 'will unmask your Royal Highness before the people, so that they may see the true Prince Udo underneath?'
'What do you mean?' said Udo, though he was beginning to guess.
That noble handsome countenance which is so justly the pride of Araby — how shall we show that to the people? They'll form such a mistaken idea of it if they all see you like this, won't they?'
Udo was quite sure now that he under- stood. Hyacinth had understood at the very beginning.
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You mean that if the Princess Hyacinth falls in with your plans, you will restore me to my proper form, but that otherwise you will leave me like this ? '
'One's actions are very much misunder- stood," sighed Belvane. 'I've no doubt that that is how it will appear to future historians."
(To Roger, certainly.)
It was too much for Udo. He forgot his manners and made a jump towards her. She glided gracefully behind the sundial in a pretty affectation of alarm . . . and the next moment Udo decided that the contest between them was not to be settled by such rough-and-tumble methods as these. The fact that his tail had caught in something helped him to decide.
Belvane was up to him in an instant. 'There, there!5 she said soothingly, 'Let me undo it for your Royal Highness.5' She talked pleasantly as she worked at it.
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"Every little accident teaches us some- thing. Now if you'd been a rabbit this wouldn't have happened."
"No, I'm not even a rabbit," said Udo sadly. "I'm just nothing."
Belvane stood up and made him a deep curtsey.
"You are his Royal Highness Prince Udo of Araby. Your Royal Highness's straw is prepared. When will your Royal Highness be pleased to retire?'
It was a little unkind, I think. I should not record it of her wrere not Roger so insistent.
"Now," said Udo, and lolloped sadly off. It was his one really dignified moment in Euralia.
On his way to his apartment he met Wiggs.
"Wiggs," he said solemnly, 'if ever you can do anything to annoy that woman, such as making her an apple-pie bed, or anything like that, I wish you'd do it."
Whereupon he retired for the night. Into
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the mysteries of his toilet we had perhaps better not inquire.
As the chronicler of these simple happen- ings many years ago, it is my duty to be impartial. 'These are the facts,'1 I should say, 'and it is for your nobilities to judge of them. Thus and thus my characters acted; how say you, my lords and ladies?'
I confess that this attitude is beyond me; I have a fondness for all my people, and I would not have you misunderstand any of them. But with regard to one of them there is no need for me to say anything in her defence. About her at any rate we agree.
I mean Wiggs. We take the same view as Hyacinth: she was the best little girl in Euralia. It will come then as a shock to you (as it did to me on the morning after I had staggered home with Roger's seven- teen volumes) to learn that on her day
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Wiggs could be as bad as anybody. I mean really bad. To tear your frock, to read books which you ought to be dusting, these are accidents which may happen to any- body. Far otherwise was Wiggs 's fall.
She adopted, in fact, the infamous sug- gestion of Prince Udo. Three nights later, with malice aforethought and to the com- fort of the King's enemies and the prejudice of the safety of the realm, she made an apple-pie bed for the Countess.
It was the most perfect apple-pie bed ever made. Cox himself could not have improved upon it; Newtown has seen nothing like it. It took Wiggs a whole morning; and the results, though private (that is the worst of an apple-pie bed), were beyond expectation. After wrestling for half an hour the Countess spent the night in a garden hammock, composing a bitter Ode to Melancholy.
Of course Wriggs caught it in the morning;
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the Countess suspected what she could not prove. Wiggs, now in for a thoroughly bad week, realised that it was her turn again. What should she do?
An inspiration came to her. She had been really bad the day before; it was a pity to waste such perfect badness as that. Why not have the one bad wish to which the ring entitled her?
She drew the ring out from its hiding-place round her neck.
'I wish," she said, holding it up, "I wish
that the Countess Belvane ' she stopped
to think of something that would really annoy her — "I wish that the Countess shall never be able to write another rhyme again."
She held her breath, expecting a thunder- clap or some other outward token of the sudden death of Belvane's muse. Instead she was struck by the extraordinary silence of the place. She had a horrid feeling that everybody else was dead, and realising all
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at once that she was a very wicked little girl, she ran up to her room and gave her- self up to tears.
MAY YOU, DEAR SIR OR MADAM, REPENT AS QUICKLY!
However, this is not a moral work. An hour later Wiggs came into Belvane's garden, eager to discover in wiiat way her inability to rhyme would manifest itself. It seemed that she had chosen the exact moment.
In the throes of composition Belvane had quite forgotten the apple-pie bed, so absorb- ing is our profession. She welcomed WTiggs eagerly, and taking her hand led her to- wards the roses.
4 1 have just been talking to my dear roses," she said. 'Listen:
Whene'er I take my walks about, I like to see the roses out; I like them yelloiv, white, and pink, But crimson are the best, I think. The butterfly "
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But we shall never know about the butterfly. It may be that Wiggs has lost us here a thought on lepidoptera which the world can ill spare; for she interrupted breathlessly.
"When did you write that?"
"I was just making it up when you came in, dear child. These thoughts often come to me as I walk up and down my beautiful garden. * The butterfly
But Wiggs had let go her hand and was running back to the Palace. She wanted to be alone to think this out.
What had happened? That it was truly a magic ring, as the fairy had told her, she had no doubt; that her wish was a bad one, that she had been bad enough to earn it, she was equally certain. What then had happened? There was only one answer to her question. The bad wish had been granted to somebody else.
To whom? She had lent the ring to
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nobody. True, she had told the Princess all about it, but
Suddenly she rernemberd. The Countess had had it in her hands for a moment. Yes, and she had sent her out of the room, and —
So many thoughts crowded into Wiggs's mind at this moment that she felt she must share them with somebody. She ran off to find the Princess.
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CHAPTER XIV
WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE WIGGS?'
YACINTH was with Udo in the library. Udo spent much of his time in the library nowadays; for surely in one of those many books was to be found some Advice to a Gentleman in Temporary Difficulties suitable to a case like his. Hyacinth kept him company sadly. It had been such a brilliant idea inviting him to Euralia; how she wished now that she had never done it.
"Well, Wiggs," she said, with a gentle
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smile, 'what have you been doing with yourself all the morning?'
Udo looked up from his mat and nodded to her.
'I've found out," said Wiggs excitedly; 'it was the Countess who did it." Udo surveyed her with amazement. 'The Princess Hyacinth," he said, "has golden hair. One discovers these things gradually." And he returned to his book. Wiggs looked bewildered. 'He means, dear," said Hyacinth, "that it is quite obvious that the Countess did it, and we have known about it for days."
Udo wore, as far as his face would permit, the slightly puffy expression of one who has just said something profoundly ironical and is feeling self-conscious about it.
'Oh — h," said Wiggs in such a disap- pointed voice that it seemed as if she were going to cry.
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Hyacinth, like the dear that she was, made haste to comfort her.
"We didn't really know,'' she said; "we only guessed it. But now that you have found out, I shall be able to punish her properly. No, don't come with me," she said, as she rose and moved towards the door; "stay here and help his Royal Highness. Perhaps you can find the book that he wants; you've read more of them than I have, I expect.'1
Left alone with the Prince, Wiggs was silent for a little, looking at him rather anxiously.
"Do you know all about the Countess?' she asked at last.
"If there's anything I don't know, it must be very bad.'
"Then you know that it's all my fault that you are like this? Oh, dear Prince Udo, I am so dreadfully sorry.'1
"What do you mean — your fault?'
"Because it was my ring that did it."
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Udo scratched his head in a slightly puzzled but quite a nice way.
4 Tell me all about it from the beginning," he said. :You have found out something after all, I believe."
So Wiggs told her story from the be- ginning. How the fairy had given her a ring; how the Countess had taken it from her for five minutes and had a bad wish on it; and how Wiggs had found her out that very morning.
Udo was intensely excited by the story. He trotted up and down the library, mutter- ing to himself. He stopped in front of Wiggs as soon as she had finished.
"Is the ring still going?' he asked. "I mean, can you have another wish on it? '
"Yes, just one."
'Then wish her to be turned into a '
He tried to think of something that would meet the case. "What about a spider?' he said thoughtfully.
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But that's a bad wish," said Wiggs. Yes, but it's her turn.'1 Oh, but I'm only allowed a good wish now.': She added rapturously, "And I know what it's going to be."
So did Udo. At least he thought he did.
"Oh, you dear," he said, casting an affectionate look upon her.
"Yes, that's it. That I may be able to dance like a fairy.':
Udo could hardly believe his ears, and they were adequate enough for most emer- gencies.
'But how is that going to help me?' he said, tapping his chest with his paw.
"But it's my ring," said Wiggs. "And so of course I'm going to wish that I can dance like a fairy. I've always meant to, as soon as I've been good for a day first.'1
The child was absurdly selfish. Udo saw that he would have to appeal to her in another
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"Of course," he began, "I've nothing to say against dancing as dancing, but I think you'll get tired of it. Just as I shall get tired of — lettuce."
Wiggs understood now. :You mean that I might wish you to be a Prince again?'
'Well," said Udo casually, "it just occurred to me as an example of what might be called the Good Wish."
'Then I shall never be able to dance like a fairy?'
'Neither shall I, if it comes to that," said Udo. Really, the child was very stupid.
'Oh, it's too cruel," said Wiggs, stamping her foot. 'I did so want to be able to dance."
Udo glanced gloomily into the future.
"To live for ever behind wire netting," he mused; "to be eternally frightened by pink-eyed ferrets; to be offered bran-mash — bran-mash — bran-mash wherever one vis- ited week after week, month after month,
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year after year, century after — how long do rabbits live?'
But Wiggs was not to be moved.
'I wont give up my wish," she said passionately.
Udo got on to his four legs with dignity.
"Keep your wish," he said. 'There are plenty of other ways of getting out of enchantments. I'll learn up a piece of poetry by our Court Poet Sacharino, and recite it backwards when the moon is new. Something like that. I can do this quite easily by myself. Keep your wish."
He went slowly out. His tail (looking more like a bell-rope than ever) followed him solemnly. The fluffy part that you pull was for a moment left behind; then with a jerk it was gone, and Wiggs was left alone.
'I won't give up my wish," cried Wiggs again. 'I'll wish it now before I'm sorry."
She held the ring up. "I wish that "
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She stopped suddenly. "Poor Prince Udo he seems very unhappy. I wonder if it is a good wish to wish to dance when people are unhappy.'1 She thought this out for a little, and then made her great resolve. :Yes," she said, "I'll wish him well again.'1
Once more she held the ring up in her two hands.
"I wish," she said, "that Prince Udo "
I know what you are going to say. It was no good her wishing her good wish, because she had been a bad girl the day before — making the Countess an apple-pie bed and all — disgraceful! How could she possibly suppose
She didn't. She remembered just in time.
'Oh, bother," said Wiggs, standing in the middle of the room with the ring held above her head. "I've got to be good for a day first. Bother! '
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So the next day was Wiggs's Good Day. The legend of it was handed down for years afterwards in Euralia. It got into all the Calendars — July 20th it was — marked with a red star; in Roger's portentous volumes it had a chapter devoted to it. There was some talk about it being made into a public holiday, he tells us, but this fell through. Euralian mothers used to scold their naughty children with the words, 'Why can't you be like Wiggs?' and the children used to tell each other that there never was a real Wiggs, and that it was only a made-up story for parents. However, you have my word for it that it was true.
She began by getting up at five o'clock in the morning, and after dressing herself very neatly (and being particularly careful to wring out her sponge) she made her own bed and tidied up the room. For a moment she thought of waking the grown-ups in the Palace and letting them enjoy the beautiful
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morning too, but a little reflection showed her that this would not be at all a kindly act; so, having dusted the Throne Room and performed a few simple physical exer- cises, she went outside and attended to the smaller domestic animals.
At breakfast she had three helps of some- thing very nutritious, which the Countess said would make her grow, but only one help of everything else. She sat up nicely all the time, and never pointed to anything or drank with her mouth full. After break- fast she scattered some crumbs on the lawn for the robins, and then got to work again.
First she dusted and dusted and dusted; then she swept and swept and swept; then she sewed and sewed and sewed. When anybody of superior station or age came into the room she rose and curtsied and stood with her hands behind her back, while she was being spoken to. When any- body said, 'I wonder where I put my so-
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and-so," she jumped up and said, 'Let me fetch it," even if it was upstairs.
After dinner she made up a basket of provisions and took them to the old women who lived near the castle; to some of them she sang or read aloud, and when at one cottage she was asked, 'Now won't you give me a little dance," she smiled bravely and said, "I'm afraid I don't dance very well.': I think that was rather sweet of her; if I had been the fairy I should have let her off the rest of the day.
When she got back to the Palace she drank two glasses of warm milk, with the skin on, and then went and weeded the Countess's lawn; and once when she trod by accident on a bed of flowers, she left the footprint there instead of scraping it over hastily, and pretending that she hadn't been near the place, as you would have done.
And at half-past six she kissed everybody
good-night (including Udo) and went to bed.
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So ended July the Twentieth, perhaps the most memorable day in Euralian history.
Udo and Hyacinth spent tbe great day peacefully in the library. A gentleman for all his fur, Udo had not told the Princess about Wiggs's refusal to help him. Besides, a man has his dignity. To be turned into a mixture of three animals by a woman of thirty, and to be turned back again by a girl of ten, is to be too much the plaything of the sex. It was time he did something for himself.
'Now then, how did that bit of Sacha- rino's go? Let me see." He beat time with a paw. 'Blood for something, some- thing, something. He who something,
something, some ' Something like that.
'Blood for — er — blood for — er ' No,
it's gone again. I know there was a bit of blood in it."
'I'm sure you'll get it soon," said Hya-
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cinth. 'It sounds as though it's going to be just the sort of thing that's wanted."
'Oh, I shall get it all right. Some of the words have escaped me for the moment, that's all. 'Blood — er — blood.' You must have heard of it, Princess: it's about blood for he who something; you must know the one I mean."
'I know I've heard of it," said the Princess, wrinkling her forehead, 'only I can't quite think of it for the moment. It's about a —
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Yes, that's it," said Udo.
Then they both looked up at the ceiling with their heads on one side and murmured to themselves.
But noon came and still they hadn't thought of it.
After a simple meal they returned to the library.
'I think I'd better write to Coronel," said Udo, "and ask him about it.':
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'I thought you said his name was Sacharino."
"Oh, this is not the poet, it's just a friend of mine, but he's rather good at this sort of thing. The trouble is that it takes such a long time for a letter to get there and back."
At the word 'letter," Hyacinth started suddenly.
"Oh, Prince Udo," she cried, "I can never forgive myself. I've just remembered the very thing. Father told me in his letter that a little couplet he once wrote was being very useful for — er — removing things.'1
"What sort of things?' said Udo, not too hopefully.
"Oh, enchantments and things.'1
Udo was a little annoyed at the "and things" — as though turning him back into a Prince again was as much in the day's work as removing rust from a helmet.
"It goes like this," said Hyacinth.
BE LIKE WIGGS?
Bo, boll, bill, bole. Wo, woll, will, wole.'
6 It sounds as though it would remove any- thing," she added, with a smile.
Udo sat up rather eagerly.
"I'll try," he said. 'Is there any par- ticular action goes with it?'
"I've never heard of any. I expect you ought to say it as if you meant it.':
Udo sat up on his back paws, and, ges- ticulating freely with his right paw, de- claimed :
'Bo, boll, bill, bole. Wo, woll, will, wole."
He fixed his eyes on his paws, waiting for the transformation.
He waited.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
"It must be all right," said Hyacinth anxiously, 'because I'm sure Father would know. Try saying it more like this."
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She repeated the lines in a voice so melt- ing, yet withal so dignified, that the very chairs might have been expected to get up and walk out.
Udo imitated her as well as he could.
At about the time when Wiggs was just falling asleep, he repeated it in his fiftieth different voice.
"I'm sorry," said Hyacinth; "perhaps it isn't so good as Father thought it was.':
"There's just one chance,'3 said Udo. "It's possible it may have to be said on an empty stomach. I'll try it to-morrow before breakfast.'5
Upstairs Wiggs was dreaming of the dancing that she had given up for ever.
And what Belvane was doing I really don't know.
CHAPTER XV
THERE IS A LOVER WAITING FOR HYACINTH
SO the next morning before breakfast Wiggs went up on to the castle walls and wished. She looked over the meadows, and across the peaceful stream that wandered through them, to the forest where she had first met her fairy, and she gave a little sigh. 'Good-bye, dancing," she said; and then she held the ring up and went on bravely, 'Please, I was a very good
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girl all yesterday, and I wish that Prince Udo may be well again.'1
For a full minute there was silence. Then from the direction of Udo's room below there came these remarkable words :
' Take the beastly stuff away, and bring me a beefsteak and a flagon of sack! '
Between smiles and tears Wiggs mur- mured, 'He sounds all right. I am g — glad.
And then she could bear it no longer. She hurried down and out of the Palace — away, away from Udo and the Princess and the Countess and all their talk, to the cool friendly forest, there to be alone and to think over all that she had lost.
It was very quiet in the forest. At the foot of her own favourite tree, a veteran of many hundred summers who stood sentinel over an open glade that dipped to a gurgling brook and climbed gently away from it, she
sat down. On the soft green yonder she might
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have danced, an enchanted place, and now — never, never, never. . . .
How long had she sat there? It must have been a long time — because the forest had been so quiet, and now it was so full of sound. The trees were murmuring some- thing to her, and the birds