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CHAPTER TWENTIETH Kwytoffle, the Tyrant Having
restored the High Ki to their former
condition, to the great joy of the ancient Ki, Prince Marvel led his
friends
back to the palaces where his men were waiting. They were just in time to
prevent
serious trouble, for the fifty-eight reformed thieves had been boasting
of
their prowess to the huge giants and tiny dwarfs of King Terribus, and
this had
resulted in a quarrel as to which were the best fighters.
Had not their masters arrived at the right
moment there would certainly have been a fierce battle and much
bloodshed, — and
all over something of no importance. Terribus and Wul-Takim
soon restored
order, and then they accompanied the Ki and the Ki-Ki to the public
square,
where the people were informed that their Supreme Highnesses, the High
Ki, had
been reunited and would thereafter rule them with twin minds as well as
twin bodies. There was great rejoicing at
this news, for
every twin in Twi was glad to have his troubles ended so easily and
satisfactorily. That night the ryls and
knooks and
other invisible friends of Prince Marvel came and removed the dividing
wall
between the twin palaces of the High Ki, repairing speedily all the
damage that
had been done. And when our friends called upon the High Ki the next
morning
they found the two maids again dressed exactly alike in yellow robes,
with strings
of sparkling emeralds for ornament. And
not even Prince Marvel could now tell one of the High Ki from the other. As for the maids
themselves, it
seemed difficult to imagine they had ever existed apart for a single
moment. They were very pleasant
and
agreeable to their new friends, and when they heard that Prince Marvel
was
about to leave them to seek new adventures they said: "Please take us with you! It seems to us that we ought to know
something of the big outside world from whence you came.
If we see other kingdoms and people we shall
be better able to rule our own wisely." "That seems reasonable,"
answered Marvel, "and I shall be very glad to have you accompany me. But who will rule the Land of Twi in your
absence?" "The Ki-Ki shall be the
rulers," answered the High Ki, "and we will take the Ki with
us." "Then I will delay my
departure
until to-morrow morning," said the prince, "in order that your
Highnesses may have time to prepare for the journey." And then he went back to
the palaces
of the other rulers, where the Ki expressed themselves greatly pleased
at the
idea of traveling, and the new Ki-Ki were proud to learn they should
rule for
some time the Land of Twi. Wul-Takim also begged to
join the
party, and so also did King Terribus, who had never before been outside
of his
own Kingdom of Spor; so Prince Marvel willingly consented. The fifty-eight reformed
thieves,
led by Gunder, returned to their cave, where they were living
comfortably on
the treasure Prince Marvel had given them; and the Gray Men and giants
and
dwarfs of Spor departed for their own country. In the morning Prince
Marvel led his
own gay cavalcade through the hole in the hedge, and they rode merrily
away in
search of adventure. By his side were the High
Ki,
mounted upon twin chestnut ponies that had remarkably slender limbs and
graceful, arched necks. The ponies moved
with exactly the same steps, and shook their manes and swished their
tails at
exactly the same time. Behind the prince
and the High Ki were King Terribus, riding his great white charger, and
Wul-Takim on a stout horse of jet-black color. The
two ancient Ki and Nerle, being of lesser rank than the others,
brought up the rear. "When we return to our
Land of
Twi," said the High Ki, "we shall close up for all time the hole you
made in the hedge; for, if we are different from the rest of the world,
it is
better that we remain in seclusion." "I think it is right you
should
do that," replied Prince Marvel. "Yet I do
not regret that I cut a hole in your hedge." "It was the hedge that
delayed
us in coming more promptly to your assistance," said Terribus; "for
we had hard work to find the hole you had made, and so lost much
valuable
time." "All is well that ends
well!" laughed the prince. "You certainly
came in good time to rescue us from our
difficulties." They turned into a path
that led to
Auriel, which Nerle had heard spoken of as "the Kingdom of the Setting
Sun." Soon the landscape grew
very
pleasant to look upon, the meadows being broad and green, with groups
of
handsome trees standing about. The
twilight
of the Land of Twi was now replaced by bright sunshine, and in the air
was the
freshness of the near-by sea. At evening they came to a
large
farmhouse, where the owner welcomed them hospitably and gave them the
best his
house afforded. In answer to their
questions about
the Kingdom of Auriel, he shook his head sadly and replied: "It is a rich and
beautiful
country, but has fallen under great misfortunes. For
when the good king died, about two years
ago, the kingdom was seized by a fierce and cruel sorcerer, named
Kwytoffle, who
rules the people with great severity, and makes them bring him all
their money
and valuable possessions. So every one
is now very poor and unhappy, and that is a great pity in a country so
fair and
fertile." "But why do not the
people
rebel?" asked Nerle. "They dare not rebel,"
answered the farmer, "because they fear the sorcery of Kwytoffle. If they do not obey him he threatens to
change them into grasshoppers and June-bugs." "Has he ever changed any
one
into a grasshopper or a June-bug?" asked Prince Marvel. "No; but the people are
too
frightened to oppose him, and so he does not get the opportunity. And he has an army of fierce soldiers, who are
accustomed to beat the people terribly if they do not carry every bit
of their
wealth to the sorcerer. So there is no
choice but to obey him." "We certainly ought to
hang
this wicked creature!" exclaimed Wul-Takim. "I wish I had brought my
Fool-Killer with me," sighed King Terribus; "for I could have kept
him quite busy in this kingdom." "Can not something be
done to
rescue these poor people from their sad fate?" asked the lovely High
Ki,
anxiously. "We will make a call upon
this
Kwytoffle to-morrow," answered Prince Marvel, "and see what the
fellow is like." "Alas! Alas!"
wailed the good farmer, "you
will all become grasshoppers and June-bugs — every one of you!" But none of the party
seemed to fear
that, and having passed the night comfortably with the farmer they left
his
house and journeyed on into the Kingdom of Auriel. Before noon they came
upon the edge
of a forest, where a poor man was chopping logs into firewood. Seeing Prince Marvel's party approach, this
man ran toward them waving his hands and shouting excitedly: "Take the other path! Take the other path!" "And why should we take
the
other path?" inquired the prince, reining in his steed. "Because this one leads
to the
castle of the great sorcerer, Kwytoffle," answered the man. "But there is where we
wish to
go," said Marvel. "What!
You wish to go there?" cried the
man. "Then you will be robbed and
enslaved!" "Not as long as we are
able to
fight," laughed the big Wul-Takim. "If you resist the
sorcerer,
you will be turned into grasshoppers and June-bugs," declared the man,
staring at them in wonder. "How do you know that?"
asked Marvel. "Kwytoffle says so. He promises to enchant every one who dares
defy his power." "Has any one ever yet
dared
defy him?" asked Nerle. "Certainly not!" said the
man. "No one wishes to become a
June-bug or a grasshopper. No one dares
defy him.". "I am anxious to see this
sorcerer," exclaimed King Terribus. "He
ought to prove an interesting person, for he is able to
accomplish his purposes by threats alone." "Then let us ride on,"
said Marvel. "Dear us!
Dear us!" remonstrated the bald-headed
Ki; "are we to become grasshoppers, then?" "We shall see," returned
the prince, briefly. "With your long legs,"
added the pretty pair of High Ki, laughingly, "you ought to be able to
jump farther than any other grasshopper in the kingdom." "Great Kika-koo!" cried
the Ki, nervously, "what a fate! what a terrible fate!
And your Highnesses, I suppose, will become
June-bugs, and flutter your wings with noises like buzz-saws!" |