CHAPTER 1 THE WEAVING OF THE MAGIC CLOAK

The fairies assembled one moonlit night in a pretty clearing of

the ancient forest of Burzee. The clearing was in the form of a circle,

and all around stood giant oak and fir trees, while in the center the

grass grew green and soft as velvet. If any mortal had ever penetrated

so far into the great forest and could have looked upon the fairy circle

by daylight, he might perhaps have seen a tiny path worn in the grass by

the feet of the dancing elves. For here, during the full of the moon,

the famous fairy band ruled by good Queen Lulea loved to dance and make

merry while the silvery rays flooded the clearing and caused their gauzy

wings to sparkle with every color of the rainbow.

On this especial night, however, they were not dancing. For the

queen had seated herself upon a little green mound, and while her band

clustered about her, she began to address the fairies in a tone of

discontent. "I am tired of dancing, my dears," said she. "Every evening

since the moon grew big and round we have come here to frisk about and

laugh and disport ourselves; and although those are good things to keep

the heart light, one may grow weary even of merrymaking. So I ask you to

suggest some new way to divert both me and yourselves during this night."

"That is a hard task," answered one pretty sprite, opening and

folding her wings slowly--as a lady toys with her fan. "We have lived

through so many ages that we long ago exhausted everything that might be

considered a novelty, and of all of recreations nothing gives us such

continued pleasure as dancing."

"But I do not care to dance tonight," replied Lulea with a little

frown.

"We might create something by virtue of our fairy powers,"

suggested one who reclined at the foot of the queen.

"Ah, that is just the idea!" exclaimed the dainty Lulea with

brightening countenance. "Let us create something. But what?"

"I have heard," remarked another member of the band, "of a

thinking-cap having been made by some fairies in America. And whatever

mortal wore this thinking-cap was able to conceive the most noble and

beautiful thoughts."

"That was indeed a worthy creation," cried the little queen.

"What became of the cap?"

"The man who received it was so afraid someone else would get it

and be able to think the same exquisite thoughts as himself that he hid

it safely away--so safely that he himself never could think afterward

where he had placed it."

"How unfortunate! But we must not make another thinking-cap, lest

it meet a like fate. Cannot you suggest something else?"

"I have heard," said another, "of certain fairies who created a

pair of enchanted boots which would always carry their mortal wearer away

from danger and never into it."

"What a great boon to those blundering mortals!" cried the queen.

"And whatever became of the boots?"

"They came at last into the possession of a great general who did

not know their powers. So he wore them into battle one day, and

immediately ran away, followed by all his men, and the fight was won by

the enemy."

"But did not the general escape danger?"

"Yes, at the expense of his reputation. So he retired to a farm

and wore out the boots tramping up and down a country road and trying to

decide why he had suddenly become such a coward."

"The boots were worn by the wrong man, surely," said the queen,

"and that is why they proved a curse rather than a blessing. But we want

no enchanted boots. Think of something else."

"Suppose we weave a magic cloak," proposed Espa, a sweet little

fairy who had not before spoken.

"A cloak? Indeed, we might easily weave that," returned the

queen. "But what sort of magic powers must it possess?"

"Let its wearer have any wish instantly fulfilled," said Espa

brightly. But at this there arose quite a murmur of protest on all

sides, which the queen immediately silenced with a wave of her royal hand.

"Our sister did not think of the probable consequences of what she

suggested," declared Lulea, smiling into the downcast face of little

Espa, who seemed to feel rebuked by the disapproval of the others. "An

instant's reflection would enable her to see that such power would give

the cloak's mortal wearer as many privileges as we ourselves possess.

And I suppose you intended the magic cloak for a mortal wearer?" she

inquired.

"Yes," answered Espa shyly, "that was my intention."

"But the idea is good nevertheless," continued the queen, "and I

propose we devote this evening to weaving the magic cloak. Only its

magic shall give to the wearer the fulfillment of but one wish; and I am

quite sure that even that should prove a great boon to the helpless

mortals."

"Suppose more than one person wears the cloak," one of the band

said. "Which then shall have the one wish fulfilled?"

The queen devoted a moment to thought, and then replied, "Each

possessor of the magic cloak may have one wish granted, provided the

cloak is not stolen from its last wearer. In that case, the magic power

will not be exercised on behalf of the thief."

"But should there not be a limit to the number of the cloak's

wearers?" asked the fairy lying at the queen's feet.

"I think not. If used properly, our gift will prove of great

value to mortals. And if we find it is misused, we can at any time take

back the cloak and revoke the magic power. So now, if we are all agreed

upon this novel amusement, let us set to work."

At these words the fairies sprang up eagerly; and their queen,

smiling upon them, waved her wand toward the center of the clearing. At

once a beautiful fairy loom appeared in the space. It was not such a

loom as mortals use. It consisted of a large and a small ring of gold

supported by a tall pole of jasper. The entire band danced around it

thrice, the fairies carrying in each hand a silver shuttle wound with

glossy filaments finer than the finest silk. And the threads on each

shuttle appeared a different hue from those of all the other shuttles.

At a sign from the queen, they one and all approached the golden

loom and fastened an end of thread in its warp. Next moment they were

gleefully dancing hither and thither, while the silver shuttles flew

swiftly from hand to hand and the gossamer-like web began to grow upon

the loom. Presently the queen herself took part in the sport, and the

thread she wove into the fabric was the magical one which was destined to

give the cloak its wondrous power.

Long and swiftly the fairy band worked beneath the old moon's

rays, while their feet tripped gracefully over the grass and their joyous

laughter tinkled like silver bells and awoke the echoes of the grim

forest surrounding them. And at last they paused and threw themselves

upon the green with little sighs of content. For the shuttles and loom

had vanished; the work was complete, and Queen Lulea stood upon the mound

holding in her hand the magic cloak.

The garment was as beautiful as it was marvelous--each and every

hue of the rainbow glinted and sparkled from the soft folds; and while it

was light in weight as swan's down, its strength was so great that the

fabric was well-nigh indestructible.

The fairy band regarded it with great satisfaction, for everyone

had assisted in its manufacture and could admire with pardonable pride

its glossy folds. "It is very lovely indeed!" cried little Espa. "But

to whom shall we present it?"

The question aroused a dozen suggestions, each fairy seeming to

favor a different mortal. Every member of this band, as you doubtless

know, was the unseen guardian of some man or woman or child in the great

world beyond the forest, and it was but natural that each should wish her

own ward to have the magic cloak.

While they thus disputed, another fairy joined them and pressed

to the side of the queen. "Welcome, Ereol," said Lulea. "You are late."

The newcomer was very lovely in appearance, and with her fluffy

golden hair and clear blue eyes was marvelously fair to look upon. In a

low, grave voice she answered the queen: "Yes, your Majesty, I am late.

But I could not help it. The old King of Noland whose guardian I have

been since his birth has passed away this evening, and I could not bear

to leave him until the end came."

"So the old king is dead at last!" said the queen thoughtfully.

"He was a good man, but woefully uninteresting, and he must have wearied

you greatly at times, my sweet Ereol."

"All mortals are, I think, wearisome," returned the fairy with a

sigh.

"And who is the new King of Noland?" asked Lulea.

"There is none," answered Ereol. "The old king died without a

single relative to succeed to his throne, and his five high counselors

were in great dilemma when I came away."

"Well, my dear, you may rest and enjoy yourself for a period in

order to regain your old lightsome spirits. By and by I will appoint you

guardian to some newly born babe, that your duties may be less arduous.

But I am sorry you were not with us tonight, for we have had rare sport.

See! We have woven a magic cloak."

Ereol examined the garment with pleasure. "And who is to wear

it?" she asked.

There again arose the good-natured dispute as to which mortal in

all the world should possess the magic cloak. Finally the queen,

laughing at the arguments of her band, said to them, "Come! Let us leave

the decision to the Man in the Moon. He has been watching us with a

great deal of amusement, and once, I am sure, I caught him winking at us

in quite a roguish way."

At this every head was turned toward the moon, and then a man's

face, full-bearded and wrinkled, but with a jolly look upon the rough

features, appeared sharply defined upon the moon's broad surface.

"So I'm to decide another dispute, eh?" said he in a clear voice.

"Well, my dears, what is it this time?"

"We wish you to say what mortal shall wear the magic cloak which

I and the ladies of my court have woven," replied Queen Lulea.

"Give it to the first unhappy person you meet," said the Man in

the Moon. "The happy mortals have no need of magic cloaks." And with

this advice the friendly face of the Man in the Moon faded away until

only the outlines remained visible against the silver disk.

The queen clapped her hands delightedly. "Our Man in the Moon is

very wise," she declared, "and we shall follow his suggestion. Go,

Ereol, since you are free for a time, and carry the magic cloak to

Noland. And the first person you meet who is really unhappy, be it man,

woman or child, shall receive from you the cloak as a gift from our fairy

band."

Ereol bowed and folded the cloak over her arm. "Come, my

children," continued Lulea, "the moon is hiding behind the treetops, and

it is time for us to depart."

A moment later the fairies had disappeared, and the clearing

wherein they had danced and woven the magic cloak lay shrouded in deepest

gloom.

CHAPTER 2 THE BOOK OF LAWS

On this same night great confusion and excitement prevailed among

the five high counselors of the kingdom of Noland. The old king was

dead, and there was none to succeed him as ruler of the country. He had

outlived every one of his relatives, and since the crown had been in this

one family for generations, it puzzled the high counselors to decide upon

a fitting successor.

These five high counselors were very important men. It was said

that they ruled the kingdom while the king ruled them; which made it

quite easy for the king and rather difficult for the people. The chief

counselor was named Tullydub. He was old and very pompous, and had a

great respect for the laws of the land. The next in rank was Tollydob,

the lord high general of the king's army. The third was Tillydib, the

lord high pursebearer. The fourth was Tallydab, the lord high steward.

And the fifth and last of the high counselors was Tellydeb, the lord high

executioner.

These five had been careful not to tell the people when the old

king had become ill, for they feared being annoyed by many foolish

questions. They sat in a big room next the bedchamber of the king, in

the royal palace of Nole--which is the capital city of Noland--and kept

everyone out except the king's physician, who was half blind and wholly

dumb and could not gossip with outsiders had he wanted to. And while the

high counselors sat and waited for the king to recover or die, as he

might choose, Jikki waited upon them and brought them their meals.

Jikki was the king's valet and principal servant. He was as old

as any of the five high counselors; but they were all fat, whereas Jikki

was wonderfully lean and thin, and the counselors were solemn and

dignified, whereas Jikki was terribly nervous and very talkative. "Beg

pardon, my masters," he would say every few minutes, "but do you think

his Majesty will get well?" And then, before any of the high counselors

could collect themselves to answer, he continued: "Beg pardon, but do you

think his Majesty will die?" And the next moment he would say: "Beg

pardon, but do you think his Majesty is any better or any worse?"

And all this was so annoying to the high counselors that several

times one of them took up some object in the room with the intention of

hurling it at Jikki's head, but before he could throw it, the old servant

had nervously turned away and left the room.

Tellydeb, the lord high executioner, would often sigh, "I wish

there were some law that would permit me to chop off Jikki's head." But

then Tullydub, the chief counselor, would say gloomily, "There is no law

but the king's will, and he insists that Jikki be allowed to live."

So they were forced to bear with Jikki as best they could, but

after the king breathed his last breath the old servant became more

nervous and annoying than ever. Hearing that the king was dead, Jikki

made a rush for the door of the bell tower, but tripped over the foot of

Tollydob and fell upon the marble floor so violently that his bones

rattled, and he picked himself up half dazed by the fall.

"Where are you going?" asked Tollydob.

"To toll the bell for the king's death," answered Jikki.

"Well, remain here until we give you permission to go," commanded

the lord high general.

"But the bell ought to be tolled!" said Jikki.

"Be silent!" growled the lord high pursebearer. "We know what

ought to be done and what ought not to be done."

But this was not strictly true. In fact, the five high

counselors did not know what ought to be done under these strange

circumstances. If they told the people the king was dead and did not

immediately appoint his successor, then the whole population would lose

faith in them and fall to fighting and quarreling among themselves as to

who should become king, and that would never in the world do.

No, it was evident that a new king must be chosen before they

told the people that the old king was dead. But whom should they choose

for the new king? That was the important question. While they talked of

these matters, the ever-active Jikki kept rushing in and saying, "Hadn't

I better toll the bell?"

"No!" they would shout in a chorus, and then Jikki would rush out

again. So they sat and thought and counseled together during the whole

long night, and by morning they were no nearer a solution of the problem

than before. At daybreak Jikki stuck his head into the room and said,

"Hadn't I better--"

"No!" they all shouted in a breath.

"Very well," returned Jikki. "I was only going to ask if I

hadn't better get you some breakfast."

"Yes!" they cried again in one breath.

"And shall I toll the bell?"

"No!" they screamed, and the lord high steward threw an inkstand

that hit the door several seconds after Jikki had closed it and

disappeared. While they were at breakfast they again discussed their

future action in the choice of a king, and finally the chief counselor

had a thought that caused him to start so suddenly that he nearly choked.

"The book!" he gasped, staring at his brother counselors in a

rather wild manner.

"What book?" asked the lord high general.

"The book of laws," answered the chief counselor.

"I never knew there was such a thing," remarked the lord high

executioner, looking puzzled. "I always thought the king's will was the

law."

"So it was! So it was when we had a king," answered Tullydub

excitedly. "But this book of laws was written years ago and was meant to

be used when the king was absent or ill or asleep."

For a moment there was silence. "Have you ever read the book?"

then asked Tillydib.

"No, but I will fetch it at once, and we shall see if there is

not a law to help us out of our difficulty." So the chief counselor

brought the book--a huge old volume that had a musty smell to it and was

locked together with a silver padlock. Then the key had to be found,

which was no easy task; but finally the great book of laws lay open upon

the table, and all the five periwigs of the five fat counselors were bent

over it at once.

Long and earnestly they searched the pages, but it was not until

after noon that Tullydub suddenly placed his broad thumb upon a passage

and shouted, "I have it! I have it!"

"What is it? Read it! Read it aloud!" cried the others.

Just then Jikki rushed into the room and asked, "Shall I toll the

bell?"

"No!" they yelled, glaring at him; so Jikki ran out, shaking his

head dolefully.

Then Tullydub adjusted his spectacles and leaned over the book,

reading aloud the following words: "In case the king dies and there is no

one to succeed him, the chief counselor of the kingdom shall go at

sunrise to the eastward gate of the city of Nole and count the persons

who enter through such gate as soon as it is opened by the guards. And

the forty-seventh person that so enters, be it man, woman or child, rich

or poor, humble or noble, shall immediately be proclaimed king or queen,

as the case may be, and shall rule all the kingdom of Noland forever

after, so long as he or she may live. And if anyone in all the kingdom

of Nole shall refuse to obey the slightest wish of the new ruler, such

person shall at once be put to death. This is the law."

Then all the five high counselors heaved a deep sigh of relief

and repeated together the words, "This is the law."

"But it's a strange law, nevertheless," remarked the lord high

pursebearer. "I wish I knew who will be the forty-seventh person to

enter the east gate tomorrow at sunrise."

"We must wait and see," answered the lord high general. "And I

will have my army assembled and marshaled at the gateway that the new

ruler of Noland may be welcomed in a truly kingly manner, as well as to

keep the people in order when they hear the strange news."

"Beg pardon!" exclaimed Jikki, looking in at the doorway, "But

shall I toll the bell?"

"No, you numskull!" retorted Tullydub angrily. "If the bell is

tolled, the people will be told, and they must not know that the old king

is dead until the forty-seventh person enters the east gateway tomorrow

morning!"

CHAPTER 3 THE GIFT OF THE MAGIC CLOAK

Nearly two days journey from the city of Nole, yet still within

the borders of the great kingdom of Noland, was a little village lying at

the edge of a broad river. It consisted of a cluster of houses of the

humblest description, for the people of this village were all poor and

lived in simple fashion. Yet one house appeared to be somewhat better

than the others, for it stood on the riverbank and had been built by the

ferryman whose business it was to carry all travelers across the river.

And as many traveled that way, the ferryman was able in time to erect a

very comfortable cottage and to buy good furniture for it, and to clothe

warmly and neatly his two children.

One of these children was a little girl named Margaret, who was

called "Meg" by the villagers and "Fluff" by the ferryman her father,

because her hair was so soft and fluffy. Her brother, who was two years

younger, was named Timothy, but Margaret had always called him "Bud"

because she could not say "brother" more plainly when first she began to

talk; so nearly everyone who knew Timothy called him Bud as little Meg

did.

These children had lost their mother when very young, and the

ferryman had tried to be both mother and father to them and had reared

them very gently and lovingly. They were good children and were liked by

everyone in the village. But one day a terrible misfortune befell them.

The ferryman tried to cross the river for a passenger one very stormy

night, but he never reached the other shore. When the storm subsided and

morning came, they found his body lying on the riverbank, and the two

children were left alone in the world.

The news was carried by travelers to the city of Nole, where the

ferryman's only sister lived, and a few days afterward the woman came to

the village and took charge of her orphaned niece and nephew. She was

not a bad-hearted woman, this Aunt Rivette, but she had worked hard all

her life and had a stern face and a stern voice. She thought the only

way to make children behave was to box their ears every now and then, so

poor Meg, who had been well-nigh heartbroken at her dear father's loss,

had still more occasion for tears after Aunt Rivette came to the village.

As for Bud, he was so impudent and ill-mannered to the old lady

that she felt obliged to switch him, and afterward the boy became surly

and silent and neither wept nor answered his aunt a single word. It hurt

Margaret dreadfully to see her little brother whipped, and she soon

became so unhappy at the sorrowful circumstances in which she and her

brother found themselves that she sobbed from morning to night and knew

no comfort.

Aunt Rivette, who was a laundress in the city of Nole, decided

she would take Meg and Bud back home with her. "The boy can carry water

for my tubs, and the girl can help me with the ironing," she said. So

she sold all the heavier articles of furniture that the cottage

contained, as well as the cottage itself; and all the remainder of her

dead brother's belongings she loaded upon the back of the little donkey

she had ridden on her journey from Nole. It made such a pile of packages

that the load seemed bigger than the donkey himself; but he was a strong

little animal and made no complaint of his burden.

All this being accomplished, they set out one morning for Nole,

Aunt Rivette leading the donkey by the bridle with one hand and little

Bud with the other, while Margaret followed behind, weeping anew at this

and parting with her old home and all she had so long loved. It was a

hard journey. The old woman soon became cross and fretful and scolded

the little ones at almost every step. When Bud stumbled, as he often

did, for he was unused to walking very far, Aunt Rivette would box his

ears or shake him violently by the arm or tell him he was "a

good-for-nothing little beggar." And Bud would turn upon her with a

revengeful look in his eyes, but say not a word. The woman paid no

attention to Meg, who continued to follow the donkey with tearful eyes

and drooping head.

The first night they obtained shelter at a farmhouse. But in the

morning it was found that the boy's feet were so swollen and sore from

the long walk of the day before that he could not stand upon them. So

Aunt Rivette, scolding fretfully at his weakness, perched Bud among the

bundles atop the donkey's back, and in this way they journeyed the second

day, the woman walking ahead and leading the donkey, and Margaret

following behind.

The woman had hoped to reach the city of Nole at the close of

this day, but the overburdened donkey would not walk very fast, so

nightfall found them still a two-hours' journey from the city gates, and

they were forced to stop at a small inn. But this inn was already

overflowing with travelers, and the landlord could give them no beds nor

even a room. "You can sleep in the stable if you like," said he. "There

is plenty of hay to lie down upon."

So they were obliged to content themselves with this poor

accommodation. The old woman aroused them at the first streaks of

daybreak the next morning, and while she fastened the packages to the

donkey's back, Margaret stood in the stable yard and shivered in the cold

morning air. The little girl felt that she had never been more unhappy

than at that moment, and when she thought of her kind father and the

happy home she had once known, her sobs broke out afresh and she leaned

against the stable door and wept as if her little heart would break.

Suddenly someone touched her arm, and she looked up to see a tall

and handsome youth standing before her. It was none other than Ereol the

fairy, who had assumed this form for her appearance among mortals, and

over the youth's arm lay folded the magic cloak that had been woven the

evening before in the fairy circle of Burzee. "Are you very unhappy, my

dear?" asked Ereol in kindly tones.

"I am the most unhappy person in all the world!" replied the

girl, beginning to sob afresh.

"Then," said Ereol, "I will present you with this magic cloak,

which has been woven by the fairies. And while you wear it you may have

your first wish granted; and if you give it freely to any other mortal,

that person may also have one wish granted. So use the cloak wisely and

guard it as a great treasure."

Saying this, the fairy messenger spread the folds of the cloak

and threw the brilliant-hued garment over the shoulders of the girl.

Just then Aunt Rivette led the donkey from the stable, and seeing the

beautiful cloak which the child wore, she stopped short and demanded,

"Where did you get that?"

"This stranger gave it to me," answered Meg, pointing to the

youth.

"Take it off! Take it off this minute and give it me--or I will

whip you soundly!" cried the woman.

"Stop!" said Ereol sternly. "The cloak belongs to this child

alone, and if you dare take it from her, I will punish you severely."

"What! Punish me! Punish me, you rascally fellow! We'll see

about that."

"We will indeed," returned Ereol, more calmly. "The cloak is a

gift from the fairies, and you dare not anger them, for your punishment

would be swift and terrible."

Now no one feared to provoke the mysterious fairies more than

Aunt Rivette, but she suspected the youth was not telling her the truth,

so she rushed upon Ereol and struck at him with her upraised cane. But

to her amazement, the form of the youth vanished quickly into air, and

then indeed she knew it was a fairy that had spoken to her. "You may

keep your cloak," she said to Margaret with a little shiver of fear. "I

would not touch it for the world!"

The girl was very proud of her glittering garment, and when Bud

was perched upon the donkey's back and the old woman began trudging along

the road to the city, Meg followed after with much lighter steps than

before. Presently the sun rose over the horizon, and its splendid rays

shone upon the cloak and made it glitter gorgeously. "Ah me!" sighed the

little girl, half aloud. "I wish I could be happy again!"

Then her childish heart gave a bound of delight, and she laughed

aloud and brushed from her eyes the last tear she was destined to shed

for many a day. For though she spoke thoughtlessly, the magic cloak

quickly granted to its first wearer the fulfillment of her wish.

Aunt Rivette turned upon her in surprise. "What's the matter

with you?" she asked suspiciously, for she had not heard the girl laugh

since her father's death.

"Why, the sun is shining," answered Meg, laughing again. "And

the air is sweet and fresh, and the trees are green and beautiful, and

the whole world is very pleasant and delightful." And then she danced

lightly along the dusty road and broke into a verse of a pretty song she

had learned at her father's knee.

The old woman scowled and trudged on again. Bud looked down at

his merry sister and grinned from pure sympathy with her high spirits,

and the donkey stopped and turned his head to look solemnly at the

laughing girl behind him. "Come along!" cried the laundress, jerking at

the bridle. "Everyone is passing us upon the road, and we must hurry to

get home before noon."

It was true. A good many travelers, some on horseback and some

on foot, had passed them by since the sun rose, and although the east

gate of the city of Nole was now in sight, they were obliged to take

their places in the long line that sought entrance at the gate.

CHAPTER 4 KING BUD OF NOLAND

The five high counselors of the kingdom of Noland were both eager

and anxious upon this important morning. Long before sunrise Tollydob,

the lord high general, had assembled his army at the east gate of the

city; and the soldiers stood in two long lines beside the entrance,

looking very impressive in their uniforms. And all the people, noting

this unusual display, gathered around at the gate to see what was going

to happen.

Of course no one knew what was going to happen, not even the

chief counselor nor his brother counselors. They could only obey the law

and abide by the results. Finally the sun arose and the east gate of the

city was thrown open. There were a few people waiting outside, and they

promptly entered. "One, two, three, four, five, six!" counted the chief

counselor in a loud voice.

The people were much surprised at hearing this and began to

question one another with perplexed looks. Even the soldiers were

mystified. "Seven, eight, nine!" continued the chief counselor, still

counting those who came in. A breathless hush fell upon the assemblage.

Something very important and mysterious was going on, that was evident.

But what? They could only wait and find out.

"Ten, eleven!" counted Tullydub, and then heaved a deep sigh.

For a famous nobleman had just entered the gate, and the chief counselor

could not help wishing he had been number forty-seven. So the counting

went on, and the people became more and more interested and excited.

When the number had reached thirty-one, a strange thing happened.

A loud "boom!" sounded through the stillness, and then another, and

another. Someone was tolling the great bell in the palace bell tower,

and people began saying to one another in awed whispers that the old king

must be dead. The five high counselors, filled with furious anger but

absolutely helpless, as they could not leave the gate, lifted up their

five chubby fists and shook them violently in the direction of the bell

tower.

Poor Jikki, finding himself left alone in the palace, could no

longer resist the temptation to toll the bell, and it continued to peal

out its dull, solemn tones while the chief counselor stood by the gate

and shouted, "Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four!"

Only the mystery of this action could have kept the people quiet

when they learned from the bell that their old king was dead. But now

they began to guess that the scene at the east gate promised more of

interest than anything they might learn at the palace, so they stood very

quiet, and Jikki's disobedience of orders did no great harm to the plans

of the five high counselors.

When Tullydub had counted up to forty, the excitement redoubled,

for everyone could see big drops of perspiration standing upon the chief

counselor's brow, and all the other high counselors, who stood just

behind him, were trembling violently with nervousness.

A ragged, limping peddler entered the gate. "Forty-five!"

shouted Tullydub.

Then came Aunt Rivette, dragging at the bridle of the donkey.

"Forty-six!" screamed Tullydub. And now Bud rode through the gates,

perched among the bundles on the donkey's back and looking composedly

upon the throng of anxious faces that greeted him. "FORTY-SEVEN!" cried

the chief counselor; and then in his loudest voice he continued, "Long

live the new King of Noland!"

All the high counselors prostrated themselves in the dusty road

before the donkey. The old woman was thrust back in the crowd by a

soldier, where she stood staring in amazement, and Margaret, clothed in

her beautiful cloak, stepped to the donkey's side and looked first at her

brother and then at the group of periwigged men who bobbed their heads in

the dust before him and shouted, "Long live the king!"

Then, while the crowd still wondered, the lord high counselor

arose and took from a soldier a golden crown set with brilliants, a

jeweled scepter, and a robe of ermine. Advancing to Bud, he placed the

crown upon the boy's head and the scepter in his hand, while over his

shoulders he threw the ermine robe. The crown fell over Bud's ears, but

he pushed it back upon his head so it would stay there, and as the kingly

robe spread over all the bundles on the donkey's back and quite covered

them, the boy really presented a very imposing appearance.

The people quickly rose to the spirit of the occasion. What

mattered if the old king was dead now that a new king was already before

them? They broke into sudden cheer and, joyously waving their hats and

bonnets above their heads, joined eagerly in the cry, "Long live the King

of Noland!"

Aunt Rivette was fairly stupified. Such a thing was too

wonderful to be believed. A man in the crowd snatched the bonnet from

the old woman's head and said to her brusquely, "Why don't you greet the

new king? Are you a traitor to your country?"

So she also waved her bonnet and screamed "Long live the king!"

But she hardly knew what she was doing or why she did it. Meantime the

high counselors had risen from their knees and now stood around the

donkey.

"May it please your Serene Majesty to condescend to tell us who

this young lady is?" asked Tullydub, bowing respectfully.

"That's my sister Fluff," said Bud, who was enjoying his new

position very much. All the counselors, at this, bowed low to Margaret.

"A horse for the Princess Fluff!" cried the lord high general. And the

next moment she was mounted upon a handsome white palfrey, where, with

her fluffy golden hair and smiling face and the magnificent cloak flowing

from her shoulders, she looked every inch a princess. The people cheered

her, too, for it was long since any girl or woman had occupied the palace

of the King of Noland, and she was so pretty and sweet that everyone

loved her immediately.

And now the king's chariot drove up, with its six prancing

steeds, and Bud was lifted from the back of the donkey and placed in the

high seat of the chariot. Again the people shouted joyful greetings; the

band struck up a gay march tune, and then the royal procession started

for the palace.

First came Tollydob and his officers; then the king's chariot,

surrounded by soldiers; then the four high counselors upon black horses,

riding two on each side of Princess Fluff; and finally the band of

musicians and the remainder of the royal army. It was an imposing sight,

and the people followed after with cheers and rejoicings, while the lord

high pursebearer tossed silver coins from his pouch for anyone to catch

who could.

A message had been sent to warn Jikki that the new king was

coming, so he stopped tolling the death knell and instead rang out a

glorious chime of welcome. As for old Rivette, finding herself and the

donkey alike deserted, she once more seized the bridle and led the

patient beast to her humble dwelling; and it was just as she reached her

door that King Bud of Noland, amid the cheers and shouts of thousands,

entered for the first time the royal palace of Nole.

CHAPTER 5 PRINCESS FLUFF

Now when the new king had entered the palace with his sister, the

chief counselor stood upon a golden balcony with the great book in his

hand and read aloud to all the people who were gathered below the law in

regard to choosing a new king, and the severe penalty in case any refused

to obey his slightest wish. And the people were glad enough to have a

change of rulers and pleased that so young a king had been given them.

So they accepted both the law and the new king cheerfully, and soon

dispersed to their homes to talk over the wonderful events of the day.

Bud and Meg were ushered into beautifully furnished rooms on the

second floor of the palace, and old Jikki, finding that he had a new

master to serve, flew about in his usual nervous manner and brought the

children the most delicious breakfast they had ever eaten in their lives.

Bud had been so surprised at his reception at the gate and the sudden

change in his condition that as yet he had not been able to collect his

thoughts. His principal idea was that he was in a dream, and he kept

waiting until he should wake up. But the breakfast was very real and

entirely satisfying, and he began to wonder if he could be dreaming after

all.

The old servant, when he carried away the dishes, bowed low to

Bud and said, "Beg pardon, your Majesty! But the lord high counselor

desires to know the king's will."

Bud stared at him a moment thoughtfully. "Tell him I want to be

left alone to talk with my sister Fluff," he replied. Jikki again bowed

low and withdrew, closing the door behind him, and then the children

looked at each other solemnly until Meg burst into a merry laugh.

"Oh Bud!" she cried. "Think of it! I'm the royal Princess Fluff

and you're the King of all Noland! Isn't it funny!" And they she danced

about the room in great delight.

Bud answered her seriously. "What does it all mean, Fluff?" he

said. "We're only poor children, you know, so I can't really be a king.

And I wouldn't be surprised if Aunt Rivette came in any minute and boxed

my ears."

"Nonsense!" laughed Margaret. "Didn't you hear what that fat,

periwigged man said about the law? The old king is dead, and someone

else had to be king, you know, and the forty-seventh person who entered

the east gate was you, Bud, and so by law you are the king of all this

great country. Don't you see?"

Bud shook his head and looked at his sister. "No I don't see,"

he said. "But if you say it's all right, Fluff, why, it must be all

right."

"Of course it's all right," declared the girl, throwing off her

pretty cloak and placing it on a chair. "You're the rightful king and

can do whatever you please, and I'm the rightful princess because I'm

your sister, so I can do whatever I please. Don't you see, Bud?"

"But look here, Fluff," returned her brother. "If you're a

princess, why do you wear that old gray dress and those patched-up shoes?

Father used to tell us that princesses always wore the loveliest

dresses."

Meg looked at herself and sighed. "I really ought to have some

new dresses, Bud. And I suppose if you order them, they will be ready in

no time. And you must have some new clothes, too, for your jacket is

ragged and soiled."

"Do you really think it's true, Fluff?" he asked anxiously.

"Of course it's true. Look at your kingly robe, and your golden

crown, and that stick with all those jewels in it!"--meaning the scepter.

"They're true enough, aren't they?"

Bud nodded. "Call in that old man," he said. "I'll order

something and see if he obeys me. If he does, then I'll believe I'm

really a king."

"But now listen, Bud," said Meg gravely. "Don't you let these

folks see you're afraid or that you're not sure whether you're a king or

not. Order them around and make them afraid of YOU. That's what the

kings do in all the stories I ever read."

"I will," replied Bud. "I'll order them around. So you call in

that old donkey with the silver buttons all over him."

"Here's a bell rope," said Meg. "I'll pull it."

Instantly Jikki entered and bowed low to each of the children.

"What's your name?" asked Bud.

"Jikki, your gracious Majesty."

"Who are you?"

"Your Majesty's valet, if you please," answered Jikki.

"Oh!" said Bud. He didn't know what a valet was, but he wasn't

going to tell Jikki so. "I want some new clothes, and so does my

sister," Bud announced as boldly as possible.

"Certainly, your Majesty. I'll send the lord high steward here

at once." With this he bowed and rushed away, and presently Tallydab,

the lord high steward, entered the room and with a low bow presented

himself respectfully before the children.

"I beg your Majesty to command me," said Tallydab gravely.

Bud was a little awed by his appearance, but he resolved to be

brave. "We want some new clothes," he said.

"They are already ordered, your Majesty, and will be here

presently."

"Oh!" said Bud, and stopped short.

"I have ordered twenty suits for your Majesty and forty gowns for

the princess," continued Tallydab, "and I hope these will content your

Majesty and the princess until you have time to select a larger

assortment."

"Oh!" said Bud, greatly amazed.

"I have also selected seven maidens, the most noble in all the

land, to wait upon the princess. They are even now awaiting her Highness

in her own apartments."

Meg clapped her hands delightedly. "I'll go to them at once,"

she cried.

"Has your Majesty any further commands?" asked Tallydab. "If

not, your five high counselors would like to confer with you in regard to

your new duties and responsibilities."

"Send 'em in," said Bud promptly. And while Margaret went to

meet her new maids, the king held his first conference with his high

counselors. In answer to Tallydab's summons, the other four periwigs,

pompous and solemn, filed into the room and stood in a row before Bud,

who looked upon them with a sensation of awe.

"Your Majesty," began the venerable Tullydub in a grave voice.

"We are here to instruct you, with your gracious consent, in your new and

important duties."

Bud shifted uneasily in his chair. It all seemed so unreal and

absurd--this kingly title and polite deference bestowed upon a poor boy

by five dignified and periwigged men--that it was hard for Bud to curb

his suspicion that all was not right. "See here, all of you," said he

suddenly. "Is this thing a joke? Tell me, is it a joke?"

"A joke?" echoed all of the five counselors in several degrees of

shocked and horrified tones, and Tellydeb, the lord high executioner,

added reproachfully, "Could we, by any chance, have the temerity to joke

with your mighty and glorious Majesty?"

"That's just it," answered the boy. "I am not a mighty and

glorious Majesty. I'm just Bud, the ferryman's son, and you know it."

"You are Bud, the ferryman's son, to be sure," agreed the chief

counselor, bowing courteously. "But by the decree of fate and the just

and unalterable laws of the land you are now become absolute ruler of the

great kingdom of Noland, therefore all that dwell therein are your loyal

and obedient servants."

Bud thought this over. "Are you sure there's no mistake?" he

asked with hesitation.

"There CAN be no mistake," returned old Tullydub firmly, "for we,

the five high counselors of the kingdom, have ourselves interpreted and

carried out the laws of the land, and the people, your subjects, have

approved our action."

"Then," said Bud, "I suppose I'll have to be king whether I want

to or not."

"Your Majesty speaks but the truth," returned the chief counselor

with a sigh. "With or without your consent, you are the king. It is the

law." And all the others chanted in a chorus, "It is the law."

Bud felt much relieved. He had no notion whatever of refusing to

be a king. If there was no mistake and he was really the powerful

monarch of Noland, then there ought to be no end of fun and freedom for

him during the rest of his life. To be his own master; to have plenty of

money; to live in a palace and order people around as he pleased--all

this seemed to the poor and friendless boy of yesterday to be quite the

most delightful fate that could possibly overtake one.

So lost did he become in thoughts of the marvelous existence

opening before him that he paid scant attention to the droning speeches

of the five aged counselors who were endeavoring to acquaint him with the

condition of affairs in his new kingdom and to instruct him in his many

and difficult duties as its future ruler.

For a full hour he sat quiet and motionless, and they thought he

was listening to these dreary affairs of state, but suddenly he jumped up

and astonished the dignitaries by exclaiming, "See here, you just fix

things to suit yourselves. I'm going to find Fluff." And with no heed

to protests, the new king ran from the room and slammed the door behind

him.

CHAPTER 6 BUD DISPENSES JUSTICE

The next day the funeral of the old king took place, and the new

king rode in the grand procession in a fine chariot, clothed in black

velvet embroidered with silver. Not knowing how to act in his new

position, Bud sat still and did nothing at all, which was just what was

expected of him. But when they returned from the funeral, he was ushered

into the great throne room of the palace and seated on the golden throne.

And then the chief counselor informed him that he must listen to the

grievances of his people and receive the homage of the noblemen of

Noland.

Fluff sat on a stool beside the king, and the five high

counselors stood back of him in a circle. And then the doors were thrown

open and all the noblemen of the country crowded in. One by one they

kissed first the king's hand and then the princess's hand and vowed they

would always serve them faithfully.

Bud did not like this ceremony. He whispered to Fluff that it

made him tired. "I want to go upstairs and play," he said to the lord

high steward. "I don't see why I can't."

"Very soon your Majesty may go. Just now it is your duty to hear

the grievances of your people," answered Tallydab gently.

"What's the matter with 'em?" asked Bud crossly. "Why don't they

keep out of trouble?"

"I do not know, your Majesty, but there are always disputes among

the people."

"But that isn't the king's fault, is it?" said Bud.

"No, your Majesty, but it's the king's place to settle these

disputes, for he has the supreme power."

"Well, tell 'em to hurry up and get it over with," said the boy

restlessly.

Then a venerable old man came in leading a boy by the arm and

holding a switch in his other hand. "Your Majesty," began the man,

having first humbly bowed to the floor before the king. "My son, whom I

have brought here with me, insists upon running away from home, and I

wish you would tell me what to do with him."

"Why do you run away?" Bud asked the boy.

"Because he whips me," was the answer.

Bud turned to the man. "Why do you whip the boy?" he inquired.

"Because he runs away," said the man.

For a minute, Bud looked puzzled. "Well, if anyone whipped me,

I'd run away, too," he said at last. "And if the boy isn't whipped or

abused he ought to stay at home and be good. But it's none of my

business anyhow."

"Oh, your Majesty!" cried the chief counselor. "It really must

be your business. You're the king, you know, and everybody's business is

the king's."

"That isn't fair," said Bud sulkily. "I've got my own business

to attend to, and I want to go upstairs and play."

But now Princess Fluff leaned toward the young king and whispered

something in his ear which made his face brighten. "See here!" exclaimed

Bud. "The first time this man whips the boy again or the first time the

boy runs away, I order my lord high executioner to give them both a good

switching. Now let them go home and try to behave themselves."

Everyone applauded his decision, and Bud also thought with

satisfaction that he had hit upon a good way out of the difficulty.

Next came two old women, one very fat and the other very thin,

and between them they led a cow, the fat woman having a rope around one

horn and the thin woman a rope around the other horn. Each woman claimed

she owned the cow, and they quarreled so loudly and so long that the lord

high executioner had to tie a bandage over their mouths. When peace was

thus restored, the high counselor said, "Now, your Majesty, please decide

which of these two women owns the cow."

"I can't," said Bud helplessly.

"Oh, your Majesty, but you must!" cried all the five high

counselors.

Then Meg whispered to the king again, and the boy nodded. The

children had always lived in a little village where there were plenty of

cows, and the girl thought she knew a way to decide which of the

claimants owned this animal. "Send one of the women away," said Bud. So

they led the lean woman to a little room nearby and locked her in. "Bring

a pail and a milking stool," ordered the king. When they were brought,

Bud turned to the fat woman and ordered the bandage taken from her mouth.

"The cow's mine! It's my cow! I own it!" she screamed the

moment she could speak.

"Hold!" said the king. "If the cow belongs to you, let me see

you milk her."

"Certainly, your Majesty, certainly!" she cried, and seizing the

pail and the stool, she ran up to the left side of the cow, placed the

stool, and sat down upon it. But before she could touch the cow, the

animal suddenly gave a wild kick that sent the startled woman in a heap

upon the floor, with her head stuck fast in the milk pail. Then the cow

moved forward a few steps and looked blandly around.

Two of the guards picked the woman up and pulled the pail from

her head. "What's the matter?" asked Bud.

"She's frightened, of course," whimpered the woman, "and I'll be

black and blue by tomorrow morning, your Majesty. Any cow would kick in

such a place as this."

"Put this woman in the room and fetch the other woman here,"

commanded the king. So the lean woman was brought out and ordered to

milk the cow. She took the stool in one hand and the pail in the other,

and approaching the cow softly on the RIGHT side, patted the animal gently

and said to it, "So, Boss! So-o-o-o, Bossie my darlin'! Good Bossie!

Nice Bossie!" The cow turned her head to look at the lean woman, and

made no objection when she sat down and began milking.

In a moment the king said, "The cow is yours! Take her and go

home!" Then all the courtiers and people, and even the five high

counselors, applauded the king enthusiastically, and the chief counselor

lifted up his hands and said, "Another Solomon has come to rule us!"

And the people applauded again, till Bud looked very proud and

quite red in the face with satisfaction. "Tell me," he said to the

woman, who was about to lead the cow away, "tell me, where did you get

such a nice faithful Bossie as that?"

"Must I tell you the truth?" asked the woman.

"Of course," said Bud.

"Then, your Majesty," she returned, "I stole her from that fat

woman you have locked up in that room. But no one can take the cow from

me now, for the king has given her to me."

At this a sudden hush fell on the room, and Bud looked redder

than ever. "Then how did it happen that you could milk the cow and she

couldn't?" demanded the king angrily.

"Why, she doesn't understand cows, and I do," answered the woman.

"Good day, your Majesty. Much obliged, I'm sure!" And she walked away

with the cow, leaving the king and Princess Fluff and all the people much

embarrassed.

"Have we any cows in the royal stables?" asked Bud, turning to

Tullydub.

"Certainly, your Majesty, there are several," answered the chief

counselor.

"Then," said Bud, "give one of them to the fat woman and send her

home. I've done all the judging I am going to do today, and now I'll

take my sister upstairs to play."

"Hold on! Hold on!" cried a shrill voice. "I demand justice!

Justice of the king! Justice of the law! Justice to the king's aunt."

Bud looked down the room and saw Aunt Rivette struggling with some of the

guards. Then she broke away from them and rushed to the throne, crying

again, "Justice, your Majesty!"

"What's the matter with you?" asked Bud.

"Matter? Everything's the matter with me. Aren't you the new

king?"

"Yes," said Bud. "That's what I am."

"Am I not your aunt? Am I not your aunt?"

"Yes," said Bud again.

"Well, why am I left to live in a hut and dress in rags? Doesn't

the law say that every blood relative of the king shall live in a royal

palace?"

"Does it?" asked Bud, turning to Tullydub.

"The law says so, your Majesty."

"And must I have that old crosspatch around me all the time?"

wailed the new king.

"Crosspatch yourself!" screamed Aunt Rivette, shaking her fist at

Bud. "I'll teach you to crosspatch me when I get you alone!"

Bud shuddered. Then he turned again to Tullydub. "The king can

do what he likes, can't he?" the boy asked.

"Certainly, your Majesty."

"Then let the lord high executioner step forward!"

"Oh Bud! What are you going to do?" said Fluff, seizing him

tightly by the arm.

"You let me alone!" answered Bud. "I'm not going to be a king

for nothing. And Aunt Rivette whipped me once, sixteen hard switches! I

counted 'em."

The executioner was now bowing before him. "Get a switch,"

commanded the king.

The executioner brought a long, slender birch bough. "Now," said

Bud, "you give Aunt Rivette sixteen good switches."

"Oh, don't! Don't, Bud!" pleaded Meg.

Aunt Rivette fell on her knees, pale and trembling. In agony she

raised her hands. "I'll never do it again! Let me off, your Majesty!"

she screamed. "Let me off this once! I'll never do it again! Never!

Never!"

"All right," said Bud with a cheery smile. "I'll let you off

this time. But if you don't behave or if you interfere with me or Fluff,

I'll have the lord high executioner take charge of you. Just remember

I'm the king, and then we'll get along all right. Now you may go

upstairs if you wish to and pick out a room on the top story. Fluff and

I are going to play."

With this, he laid his crown carefully on the seat of the throne

and threw off his ermine robe. "Come on, Fluff! We've had enough

business for today," he said, and dragged the laughing princess from the

room, while Aunt Rivette meekly followed the lord high steward up the

stairs to a comfortable apartment just underneath the roof. She was very

well satisfied at last, and very soon she sent for the lord high

pursebearer and demanded money with which to buy some fine clothes for

herself. This was given her willingly, for the law provided for the

comfort of every relative of the king, and knowing this Aunt Rivette

fully intended to be the most comfortable woman in the kingdom of Noland.

CHAPTER 7 THE WINGS OF AUNT RIVETTE

Bud and Meg had plenty to occupy them in looking over and admiring

their new possessions. First they went to the princess's rooms, where

Fluff ordered her seven maids to spread out all the beautiful gowns she

had received. And forty of them made quite an imposing show, I assure

you. They were all dainty and sweet and of rich material suitable for

all occasions and of all colors and shades. Of course there were none

with trains, for Margaret, although a princess, was only a little girl;

but the gowns were gay with bright ribbons and jeweled buttons and

clasps, and each one had its hat and hosiery and slippers to match.

After admiring the dresses for a time, they looked at Bud's new

clothes--twenty suits of velvets, brocades, and finely woven cloths. Some

had diamonds and precious gems sewn on them for ornaments, while others

were plain; but the poorest suit there was finer than the boy had ever

dreamed of possessing. There were also many articles of apparel to go

with these suits, such as shoes with diamond buckles, silken stockings,

neck laces, and fine linen; and there was a beautiful little sword with a

gold scabbard and a jeweled hilt that the little king could wear on state

occasions.

However, when the children had examined the gowns and suits to

their satisfaction, they began looking for other amusement. "Do you

know, Fluff," said the boy, "there isn't a single toy or plaything in

this whole palace?"

"I suppose the old king didn't care for playthings," replied

Fluff thoughtfully.

Just then there was a knock at the door, and Aunt Rivette came

hobbling into the room. Her wrinkled old face was full of eagerness, and

in her hands she clasped the purse of golden coins the lord high

pursebearer had given her. "See what I've got!" she cried, holding out

the purse. "And I'm going to buy the finest clothes in all the kingdom!

And ride in the king's carriage. And have a man to wait upon me! And

make Mammy Skib and Mistress Kappleson and all the other neighbors wild

with jealousy!"

"I don't care," said Bud.

"Why, you owe everything to me!" cried Aunt Rivette. "If I

hadn't brought you to Nole on the donkey's back, you wouldn't have been

the forty-seventh person to enter the gate."

"That's true," said Meg.

But Bud was angry. "I know it's true," he said, "but look here,

you mustn't bother us. Just keep out of our way, please, and let me

alone, and then I won't care how many new dresses you buy."

"I'm going to spend every piece of this gold!" she exclaimed,

clasping the purse with her wrinkled hands. "But I don't like to go

through the streets in this poor dress. Won't you lend me your cloak,

Meg, until I get back?"

"Of course I will," returned the girl, and going to the closet,

she brought out the magic cloak the fairy had given her and threw it over

Aunt Rivette's shoulders. For she was sorry for the old woman, and this

was the prettiest cloak she had.

So old Rivette, feeling very proud and anxious to spend her

money, left the palace and walked as fast as her tottering legs would

carry her down the street in the direction of the shops. "I'll buy a

yellow silk," she mumbled to herself, half aloud, "and a white velvet and

a purple brocade and a sky-blue bonnet with crimson plumes! And won't

the neighbors stare then? Oh dear! If I could only walk faster! And

the shops are so far! I wish I could fly!"

Now she was wearing the magic cloak when she expressed this wish,

and no sooner had she spoken than two great, feathery wings appeared,

fastened to her shoulders. The old woman stopped short, turned her head

and saw the wings; and then she gave a scream and a jump and began waving

her arms frantically. The wings flopped at the same time, raising her

slowly from the ground, and she began to soar gracefully above the heads

of the astonished people, who thronged the streets below.

"Stop! Help! Murder!" shrieked Rivette, kicking her feet in

great agitation, and at the same time flopping nervously her new wings.

"Save me, someone! Save me!"

"Why don't you save yourself?" asked a man below. "Stop flying

if you want to reach the earth again!"

This struck old Rivette as a sensible suggestion. She was quite

a distance in the air by this time, but she tried to hold her wings

steady and not flop them, and the result was that she began to float

slowly downward. Then, with horror, she saw she was sinking directly

upon the branches of a prickly pear tree, so she screamed and began

flying again, and the swift movement of her wings sent her high into the

air.

So great was her terror that she nearly fainted; but she shut her

eyes so that she might not see how high up she was and held her wings

rigid and began gracefully to float downward again. By and by she opened

her eyes and found one of her sleeves was just missing the sharp point of

a lightning rod on a tower of the palace. So she began struggling and

flopping anew, and almost before she knew it, Aunt Rivette had descended

to the roof of the royal stables. Here she sat down and began to weep

and wail, while a great crowd gathered below and watched her.

"Get a ladder! PLEASE get a ladder!" begged old Rivette. "If you

don't, I shall fall and break my neck."

By this time Bud and Fluff had come out to see what caused the

excitement, and to their amazement they found their old aunt perched high

up on the stable roof with two great wings growing out of her back. For

a moment they could not understand what had happened. Then Margaret

cried, "Oh, Bud, I let her wear the magic cloak! She must have made a

wish!"

"Help! Help! Get a ladder!" wailed the old woman, catching

sight of her nephew and niece.

"Well, you ARE a bird, Aunt Rivette!" shouted Bud gleefully, for

he was in a teasing mood. "You don't need a ladder! I don't see why you

can't fly down the same way you flew up." And all the people shouted,

"Yes, yes! The King is right! Fly down!"

Just then Rivette's feet began to slip on the sloping roof, so

she made a wild struggle to save herself, and the result was that she

fluttered her wings in just exactly the right way to sink down gradually

to the ground. "You'll be all right as soon as you know how to use your

wings," said Bud with a laugh. "But where did you get 'em, anyhow?"

"I don't know," said Aunt Rivette, much relieved to be on earth

again and rather pleased to have attracted so much attention. "Are the

wings pretty?"

"They are perfectly lovely!" cried Fluff, clapping her hands in

glee. "Why, Aunt Rivette, I do believe you must be the only person in all

the world who can fly!"

"But I think you look like an overgrown buzzard," said Bud.

Now it happened that all this praise and the wondering looks of

the people did a great deal to reconcile Rivette to her new wings.

Indeed, she began to feel a certain pride and distinction in them; and

finding she had through all the excitement retained her grasp on the

purse of gold, she now wrapped the magic cloak around her and walked away

to the shops, followed by a crowd of men, women and children.

CHAPTER 8 THE ROYAL RECEPTION

As for the king and Princess Fluff, they returned to the palace

and dressed themselves in some of their prettiest garments, telling Jikki

to have two ponies saddled and ready for them to ride upon. "We really

MUST have some toys," said Meg with decision, "and now that we are rich,

there is no reason why we can't buy what we want."

"That's true," answered Bud. "The old king hadn't anything to

play with. Poor old man! I wonder what he did to amuse himself."

They mounted their ponies and, followed by the chief counselor

and the lord high pursebearer in one of the state carriages and a guard

of soldiers for escort, they rode down the streets of the city on a

pleasure jaunt amid the shouts of the loyal population.

By and by Bud saw a toy shop in one of the streets, and he and

Fluff slipped down from their ponies and went inside to examine the toys.

It was a well stocked shop, and there were rows upon rows of beautiful

dolls on the shelves, which attracted Margaret's attention at once. "Oh

Bud!" she exclaimed. "I must have one of these dollies!"

"Take your choice," said her brother calmly, although his own

heart was beating with delight at the sight of all the toys arranged

before him.

"I don't know which to choose," sighed the little princess,

looking from one doll to another with longing and indecision.

"We'll take 'em all," declared Bud.

"All! What, all these rows of dollies?" she gasped.

"Why not?" asked the king. Then he turned to the men who kept

the shop and said, "Call in that old fellow who carries the money."

When the lord high pursebearer appeared, Bud said to him, "Pay

the man for all these dolls, and for this--and this--and this!" and he

began picking out the prettiest toys in all the shop in the most reckless

way you can imagine. The soldiers loaded the carriage down with Meg's

dolls, and a big cart was filled with Bud's toys. Then the pursebearer

paid the bill, although he sighed deeply several times while counting out

the money. But the new king paid no attention to old Tillydib; and when

the treasures were all secured, the children mounted their ponies and

rode joyfully back to the palace, followed in a procession by the

carriage filled with dolls and the cart loaded with toys, while Tullydub

and Tillydib, being unable to ride in the carriage, trotted along at the

rear on foot.

Bud had the toys and dolls all carried upstairs into a big room,

and then he ordered everybody to keep out while he and Fluff arranged

their playthings around the room and upon the tables and chairs, besides

littering the floor so that they could hardly find a clear place large

enough for some of their romping games. "After all," he said to his

sister, "it's a good thing to be a king!"

"Or even a princess," added Meg, busily dressing and arranging

her dolls.

They made Jikki bring their dinner to them in the "playroom," as

Bud called it, but neither of the children could spare much time to eat,

their treasures being all so new and delightful. Soon after dusk, while

Jikki was lighting the candles, the chief counselor came to the door to

say that the king must be ready to attend the royal reception in five

minutes.

"I won't," said Bud. "I just won't."

"But you MUST, your Majesty!" declared old Tullydub.

"Am I not the king?" demanded Bud, looking up from where he was

arranging an army of wooden soldiers.

"Certainly, your Majesty," was the reply.

"And isn't the king's will the law?" continued Bud.

"Certainly, your Majesty!"

"Well, if that is so, just understand that I won't come. Go away

and let me alone!"

"But the people expect your Majesty to attend the royal

reception," protested old Tullydub, greatly astonished. "It is the usual

custom, you know, and they would be greatly disappointed if your Majesty

did not appear."

"I don't care," said Bud. "You get out of here and let me

alone!"

"But your Majesty--"

Bud threw a toy cannon at his chief counselor, and the old man

ducked to escape it, and then quickly closed the door.

"Bud," said the princess softly, "you were just saying it's great

fun to be a king."

"So it is," he answered promptly.

"But father used to tell us," continued the girl, trying a red

hat on a brown-haired doll, "that people in this world always have to pay

for any good thing they get."

"What do you mean?" said Bud with surprise.

"I mean if you're going to be the king and wear fine clothes and

eat lovely dinners and live in a palace and have countless servants and

all the playthings you want and your own way in everything and with

everybody, then you ought to be willing to pay for all these pleasures."

"How? But how CAN I pay for them?" demanded Bud, staring at her.

"By attending the royal reception and doing all the disagreeable

things the king is expected to do," she answered.

Bud thought about it for a minute. Then he got up, walked over

to his sister, and kissed her. "I b'lieve you're right, Fluff," he said

with a sigh. "I'll go to that reception tonight and take it as I would

take a dose of medicine."

"Of course you will!" returned Fluff, looking at him brightly,

"And I'll go with you! The dolls can wait till tomorrow. Have Jikki

brush your hair, and I'll get my maids to dress me!"

Old Tullydub was wondering how he might best explain the king's

absence to the throng of courtiers gathered to attend the royal reception

when to his surprise and relief his Majesty entered the room accompanied

by the Princess Fluff. The king wore a velvet suit trimmed with gold

lace, and at his side hung the beautiful jeweled sword. Meg was dressed

in a soft, white, silken gown and looked as sweet and fair as a lily.

The courtiers and their ladies, who were all wearing their most

handsome and becoming apparel, received their little king with great

respect, and several of the wealthiest and most noble among them came up

to Bud to converse with him. But the king did not know what to say to

these great personages, and so the royal reception began to be a very

stupid affair.

Fluff saw that all the people were standing in stiff rows and

looking at one another uneasily, so she went to Bud and whispered to him.

"Is there a band of musicians in the palace?" the king inquired of

Tellydeb, who stood near.

"Yes, your Majesty."

"Send for them, then," commanded Bud. Presently the musicians

appeared, and the king ordered them to play a waltz. But the chief

counselor rushed up and exclaimed, "Oh, your Majesty! This is against

all rule and custom!"

"Silence!" said Bud angrily. "I'LL make the rules and customs in

this kingdom hereafter. We're going to have a dance."

"But it's so dreadful, so unconventional, your Majesty! It's

so--what shall I call it?"

"Here! I've had enough of this," declared Bud. "You go and

stand in that corner with your face to the wall till I tell you to sit

down," he added, remembering a time when his father, the ferryman, had

inflicted a like punishment upon him. Somewhat to his surprise, Tullydub

at once obeyed the command, and then Bud made his first speech to the

people.

"We're going to have a dance," he said, "so pitch in and have a

good time. If there's anything you want, ask for it. You're all welcome

to stay as long as you please and go home when you get ready."

This seemed to please the company, for everyone applauded the

king's speech. Then the musicians began to play, and the people were

soon dancing and enjoying themselves greatly. Princess Fluff had a good

many partners that evening, but Bud did not care to dance; he preferred

to look on, and after a time he brought old Tullydub out of his corner

and made the chief counselor promise to be good and not annoy him again.

"But it is my duty to counsel the king," protested the old man

solemnly.

"When I want your advice, I'll ask for it," said Bud.

While Tullydub stood beside the throne, looking somewhat sulky

and disagreeable, the door opened and Aunt Rivette entered the reception

room. She was clothed in a handsome gown of bright green velvet trimmed

with red and yellow flowers, and her wings stuck out from the folds at

her back in a way that was truly wonderful.

Aunt Rivette seemed in an amiable mood. She smiled and curtsied

to all the people, who stopped dancing to stare at her, and she even

fluttered her wings once or twice to show that she was proud of being

unlike all the others present. Bud had to laugh at her, she looked so

funny, and then a mischievous thought came to him, and he commanded old

Tullydub to dance with her.

"But I don't dance, your Majesty!" exclaimed the horrified chief

counselor.

"Try it. I'm sure you can dance," returned Bud. "If you don't

know how, it's time you learned."

So the poor man was forced to place his arm about Aunt Rivette's

waist and to whirl her around in a waltz. The old woman knew as little

about dancing as did Tullydub, and they were exceedingly awkward, bumping

into everyone they came near. Presently Aunt Rivette's feet slipped, and

she would have tumbled upon the floor with the chief counselor had she

not begun to flutter her wings wildly.

So instead of falling, she rose gradually into the air, carrying

Tullydub with her, for they clung to each other in terror, and one

screamed, "Murder!" and the other "Help!" in their loudest voices.

Bud laughed until the tears stood in his eyes, but Aunt Rivette,

after bumping both her own head and that of the chief counselor against

the ceiling several times, finally managed to control the action of her

wings and to descend to the floor again. As soon as he was released, old

Tullydub fled from the room, and Aunt Rivette, vowing she would dance no

more, seated herself beside Bud and watched the revel until nearly

midnight, when the courtiers and their ladies dispersed to their own

homes, declaring that they had never enjoyed a more delightful evening.

CHAPTER 9 JIKKI HAS A WISH GRANTED

Next morning Aunt Rivette summoned Jikki to her room and said,

"Take these shoes and clean and polish them; and carry down this tray of

breakfast dishes; and send this hat to the milliner to have the feathers

curled; and return this cloak to the Princess Fluff with my compliments,

and say I'm much obliged for the loan of it."

Poor Jikki hardly knew how to manage so many orders. He took the

shoes in his left hand, and the tray of dishes he balanced upon the other

upraised palm. But the hat and cloak were too many for him. So Aunt

Rivette, calling him "a stupid idiot"--probably because he had no more

hands--set the plumed hat upon Jikki's head and spread the cloak over his

shoulders and ordered him to make haste away.

Jikki was glad enough to go, for the fluttering of Aunt Rivette's

wings made him nervous; but he had to descend the stairs cautiously, for

the hat was tipped nearly over his eyes, and if he stumbled, he would be

sure to spill the tray of dishes. He reached the first landing of the

broad stairs in safety, but at the second landing the hat joggled forward

so that he could see nothing at all, and one of the shoes dropped from

his hand. "Dear me!" sighed the old man. "I wonder what I shall do now?

If I pick up the shoe, I shall drop the dishes; and I can't set down this

tray because I'm blinded by this terrible hat! Dear, dear! If I'm to be

at the beck and call of that old woman and serve the new king at the same

time, I shall have my hands full. My hands, in fact, are full now. I

really wish I had half a dozen servants to wait on ME!"

Jikki knew nothing at all about the magic power of the cloak that

fell from his shoulders, so his astonishment was profound when someone

seized the shoe from his left hand and someone else removed the tray from

his right hand, and still another person snatched the plumed hat from his

head. But then he saw, bowing and smirking before him, six young men who

looked as much alike as peas in the same pod, and all of whom wore very

neat and handsome liveries of wine color with silver buttons on their

coats.

Jikki blinked and stared at all these people, and rubbed his eyes

to make sure he was awake. "Who are you?" he managed to ask.

"We are your half a dozen servants, sir," answered the young men,

speaking all together and bowing again. Jikki gasped and raised his

hands with sudden amazement as he gazed in wonder upon the row of six

smart servants.

"But what are you doing here?" he stammered.

"We are here to wait upon you, sir, as is our duty," they

answered promptly.

Jikki rubbed his left ear, as was his custom when perplexed, and

then he thought it all over. And the more he thought, the more perplexed

he became. "I don't understand!" he finally said in a weak voice.

"You wished for us, and here we are," declared the six, once more

bowing low before him.

"I know," said Jikki. "But I've often wished for many other

things, and never got a single one of the wishes before!"

The young men did not attempt to explain this curious fact. They

stood in a straight row before their master as if awaiting his orders.

One held the shoe Jikki had dropped, another its mate, still another the

plumed hat, and a fourth the tray of dishes. "You see," remarked Jikki,

shaking his head sadly at the six, "I'm only a servant myself."

"You are our master, sir!" announced the young men, their voices

blended into one.

"I wish," said Jikki solemnly, "you were all back where you came

from." And then he paused to see if this wish also would be fulfilled.

But now the magic cloak conferred the fulfillment of but one wish upon

its wearer, and the half a dozen servants remained standing rigidly

before him. Jikki arose with a sigh.

"Come downstairs to my private room," he said, "and we'll talk

the matter over." So they descended the grand stairway to the main hall

of the grand palace, Jikki going first and his servants following at a

respectful distance. Just off the hall Jikki had a pleasant room where

he could sit when not employed, and into this he led the six. After all,

he considered, it would not be a bad thing to have half a dozen servants.

They would save his old legs from many a tiresome errand. But just as

they reached the hall, a new thought struck him, and he turned suddenly

upon his followers. "See here!" he exclaimed. "How much wages do you

fellows expect?"

"We expect no wages at all, sir," they answered.

"What? Nothing at all?" Jikki was so startled that he scarcely

had strength remaining to stagger into his private room and sink into a

chair. "No wages! Six servants and no wages to pay!" he muttered. "Why,

it's wonderful, marvelous, astounding!"

Then he thought to himself, "I'll try 'em and see if they'll

really work." And aloud he asked, "How can I tell you apart, one from

another?"

Each servant raised his right arm and pointed to a silver badge

upon his left breast; and then Jikki discovered that they were all

numbered, from "one" up to "six." "Ah! Very good!" said Jikki. "Now,

number six, take this shoe into the bedroom and clean and polish it."

Number six bowed and glided from the room as swiftly and silently

as if he were obeying a command of the King of Noland. "Number five,"

continued Jikki, "take this tray to the kitchen." Number five obeyed

instantly, and Jikki chuckled with delight. "Number two, take this to

the milliner in Royal Street and have the feathers curled." Number two

bowed and departed almost before the words had left Jikki's mouth, and

then the king's valet regarded the remaining three in some perplexity.

"Half a dozen servants is almost too many," he thought. "It will

keep me busy to keep them busy. I should have wished for only one--or

two at the most." Just then he remembered something. "Number four,"

said he, "go after number two and tell the milliner that the hat belongs

to Madame Rivette, the king's aunt."

And a few moments later, when the remaining two servants,

standing upright before him, had begun to make him nervous, Jikki cried

out, "Number three, take this other shoe down to the boot room and tell

number six to clean and polish it also." This left but one of the six

unoccupied, and Jikki was wondering what to do with him when a bell rang.

"That's the king's bell," said Jikki.

"I am not the king's servant; I am here only to wait upon you,"

said number one without moving to answer the bell.

"Then I must go myself," sighed the valet, and rushed away to

obey the king's summons.

Scarcely had he disappeared when Tollydob, the lord high general,

entered the room and said in a gruff voice, "Where is Jikki? Where's

that rascal Jikki?"

Number one, standing stiffly at one end of the room, made no

reply. "Answer me, you scoundrel!" roared the old gentleman. "Where's

Jikki?"

Still number one stood silent, and this so enraged old Tollydob

that he raised his cane and aimed a furious blow at the young man. The

cane seemed to pass directly through the fellow, and it struck the wall

behind so forcibly that it split into two parts. This amazed Tollydob.

He stared a moment at the silent servant, and then turned his back upon

him and sat down in Jikki's chair. Here his eyes fell upon the magic

cloak, which the king's valet had thrown down. Tollydob, attracted by the

gorgeous coloring and soft texture of the garment, picked up the cloak

and threw it over his shoulders; and then he walked to a mirror and began

admiring his reflection.

While thus engaged, Jikki returned, and the valet was so startled

at seeing the lord high general that he never noticed the cloak at all.

"His Majesty has asked to see your Highness," said Jikki, "and I was

about to go in search of you."

"I'll go to the king at once," answered Tollydob, and as he

walked away Jikki suddenly noticed that he was wearing the cloak. "Oho!"

thought the valet. "He has gone off with the Princess Fluff's pretty

cloak, but when he returns from the king's chamber I'll get it again and

send number one to carry it to its rightful owner."

CHAPTER 10 THE COUNSELORS WEAR THE MAGIC CLOAK

When Tollydob, still wearing the magic cloak, had bowed before the

king, Bud asked, "How many men are there in the royal army, general?"

"Seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven, may it please

your generous Majesty," returned Tollydob. "That is without counting

myself."

"And do they obey your orders promptly?" inquired Bud, who felt a

little doubt on this point.

"Yes indeed!" answered the general proudly. "They are terribly

afraid of my anger."

"And yet you're a very small man to command so large an army,"

said the king.

The lord high general flushed with shame, for although he was both

old and fat, he was so short of stature that he stood but a trifle taller

than Bud himself. And, like all short men, he was very sensitive about

his height. "I'm a terrible fighter, your Majesty," declared Tollydob

earnestly, "and when I'm on horseback, my small size is little noticed.

Nevertheless," he added with a sigh, "it is a good thing to be tall. I

wish I were ten feet high."

No sooner were the words spoken than Bud gave a cry of

astonishment, for the general's head shot suddenly upward until his

gorgeous hat struck the ceiling and was jammed down tightly over the

startled man's eyes and nose. The room was just ten feet high, and

Tollydob was now ten feet tall; but for a time the old general could not

think what had happened to him, and Bud, observing for the first time

that Tollydob wore the magic cloak, began to shriek with laughter at the

comical result of the old man's wish.

Hearing the king laugh, the general tore the hat from his head

and looked at himself in mingled terror and admiration. From being a

very small man he had suddenly become a giant, and the change was so

great that Tollydob might well be amazed. "What has happened, your

Majesty?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Why, don't you see, you were wearing my sister's magic cloak,"

said Bud, still laughing at the big man's woeful face, "and it grants to

every wearer the fulfillment of one wish."

"Only one?" inquired poor Tollydob. "I'd like to be a little

smaller, I confess."

"It can't be helped now," said Bud. "You wished to be ten feet

tall, and there you are! And there you'll have to stay, Tollydob,

whether you like it or not. But I'm very proud of you. You must be the

greatest general in all the world, you know!"

Tollydob brightened up at this and tried to sit down in a chair,

but it crushed to pieces under his weight, so he sighed and remained

standing. Then he threw the magic cloak upon the floor with a little

shudder at its fairy powers, and said, "If I'd only known, I might have

become just six feet tall instead of ten!"

"Never mind," said Bud consolingly. "If we ever have a war, you

will strike terror into the ranks of the enemy, and everyone in Noland

will admire you immensely. Hereafter you will be not only the lord high

general, but the lord VERY high general."

So Tollydob went away to show himself to the chief counselor, and

he had to stoop very low to pass through the doorway. When Jikki saw the

gigantic man coming out of the king's chamber, he gave a scream and fled

in terror, and strange to say, this effect was very agreeable to the lord

high general, who loved to make people fear him.

Bud ran to tell Fluff the curious thing that had happened to the

general, and so it was that when the lord high executioner entered the

palace there was no one around to receive him. He made his way into the

king's chamber, and there he found the magic cloak lying upon the floor.

"I've seen the Princess Fluff wearing this," thought the lord high

executioner, "so it must belong to her. I'll take it to her rooms, for

it is far too pretty to be lying around in this careless way, and Jikki

ought to be scolded for allowing it."

So Tellydeb picked up the cloak and laid it over his arm, then he

admired the bright hues that ran through the fabric, and presently his

curiosity got the better of him; he decided to try it on and see how he

would look in it. While thus employed, the sound of a girl's sweet

laughter fell upon Tellydeb's ears, seeming to come from a far distance.

"The princess must be in the royal gardens," he said to himself. "I'll

go there and find her."

So the lord high executioner walked through the great hall still

wearing the cloak, and finally came to the back of the palace and passed

a doorway leading into the gardens. All was quiet here save for the song

of the birds as they fluttered among the trees, but at the other end of

the garden Tellydeb caught a glimpse of a white gown, which he suspected

might be that of the little princess.

He walked along the paths slowly, enjoying the scent of the

flowers and the peacefulness of the scene, for the lord high executioner

was a gentle-natured man and delighted in beautiful sights. After a time

he reached a fruit orchard and saw hanging far up in a big tree a fine

red apple. Tellydeb paused and looked at this longingly. "I wish I

could reach that apple!" he said with a sigh as he extended his arm

upward.

Instantly the arm stretched toward the apple, which was at least

forty feet away from the lord high executioner; and while the astonished

man eyed his elongated arm in surprise, the hand clutched the apple,

plucked it, and drew it back to him; and there he stood, the apple in his

hand and his arm apparently the same as it had been before he

accomplished the wonderful feat.

For a moment the counselor was overcome with fear. The cloak

dropped unnoticed from his shoulders and fell upon the graveled walk,

while Tellydeb sank upon a bench and shivered. "It--it was like magic!"

he murmured. "I but reached out my hand, so. It went nearly to the top

of the tree, and--"

Here he gave a cry of wonder, for again his arm stretched the

distance and touched the topmost branches of the tree. He drew it back

hastily, and turned to see if anyone had observed him. But this part of

the garden was deserted, so the old man eagerly tested his new

accomplishment. He plucked a rose from a bush a dozen yards to the

right, and having smelled its odor, he placed it in a vase that stood

twenty feet to his left. Then he noted a fountain far across a hedge,

and reaching the distance easily dipped his hand in the splashing water.

It was all very amazing, this sudden power to reach a great distance, and

the lord high executioner was so pleased with the faculty that when he

discovered old Jikki standing in the palace doorway, he laughingly

fetched him a box on the ear that sent the valet scampering away to his

room in amazed terror.

Said Tellydeb to himself, "Now I'll go home and show my wife what

a surprising gift I have acquired."

So he left the garden, and not long afterward old Tallydab, the

lord high steward, came walking down the path, followed by his little dog

Ruffles. I am not certain whether it was because his coat was so shaggy

or his temper so uncertain that Tallydab's dog was named Ruffles, but the

name fitted well both the looks and the disposition of the tiny animal.

Nevertheless, the lord high steward was very fond of his dog, which

followed him everywhere except to the king's council chamber; and often

the old man would tell Ruffles his troubles and worries and talk to the

dog just as one would to a person.

Today, as they came slowly down the garden walk, Tallydab noticed

a splendid cloak lying upon the path. "How very beautiful!" he exclaimed

as he stooped to pick it up. "I have never seen anything like this since

the Princess Fluff first rode into Nole beside her brother the king.

Isn't it a lovely cloak, Ruffles?"

The dog gave a subdued yelp and wagged his stubby tail. "How do

I look in it, Ruffles?" continued the lord high steward, wrapping the

folds of the magic cloak about him. "How do I look in such gorgeous

apparel?"

The dog stopped wagging its tail and looked up at its master

earnestly. "How do I look?" again said Tallydab. "I declare, I wish you

could talk!"

"You look perfectly ridiculous," replied the dog in a rather

harsh voice.

The lord high steward jumped nearly three feet in the air, so

startled was he at Ruffles' reply. Then he bent down, a hand on each

knee, and regarded the dog curiously. "I thought at first you had

spoken!" said he.

"What caused you to change your mind?" asked Ruffles peevishly.

"I DID speak, I AM speaking. Can't you believe it?"

The lord high steward drew a deep sigh of conviction. "I believe

it!" he made answer. "I have always declared you were a wonderful dog,

and now you prove I am right. Why, you are the only dog I ever heard of

who could talk."

"Except in fairy tales," said Ruffles calmly. "Don't forget the

fairy tales."

"I don't forget," replied Tallydab. "But this isn't a fairy

tale, Ruffles. It's real life in the kingdom of Noland."

"To be sure," answered Ruffles. "But see here, my dear master,

now that I am at last able to talk, please allow me to ask you for

something decent to eat. I'd like a good meal for once just to see what

it is like."

"A good meal!" exclaimed the steward. "Why, my friend, don't I

give you a big bone every day?"

"You do," said the dog, "and I nearly break my teeth on it,

trying to crack it to get a little marrow. Whatever induces people to

give their dogs bones instead of meat?"

"Why, I thought you liked bones!" protested Tallydab, sitting on

the bench and looking at his dog in astonishment.

"Well, I don't. I prefer something to eat, something good and

wholesome, such as you eat yourself," growled Ruffles.

The lord high steward gave a laugh. "Why," said he, "don't you

remember that old Mother Hubbard?"

"Ah! That WAS a fairy tale," interrupted Ruffles impatiently.

"And there wasn't even a bone in her cupboard, after all. Don't mention

Mother Hubbard to me if you want to retain my friendship."

"And that reminds me," resumed the lord high steward with a

scowl, "that a few minutes ago you said I looked ridiculous in this

lovely cloak."

"You do!" said Ruffles with a sniff. "It is a girl's cloak, and

not fit for a wrinkled old man like you."

"I believe you are right," answered Tallydab with a sigh; and he

removed the cloak from his shoulders and hung it over the back of the

garden seat. "In regard to the meat that you so long for," he added, "if

you will follow me to the royal kitchen, I will see that you have all you

desire."

"Spoken like a good friend!" exclaimed the dog. "Let us go at

once."

So they passed down the garden to the kitchen door, and the magic

cloak, which had wrought such wonderful things that day, still remained

neglectfully cast aside. It was growing dark when old Tillydib, the lord

high pursebearer, stole into the garden to smoke his pipe in peace. All

the afternoon he had been worried by people with bills for this thing or

that, and the royal purse was very light indeed when Tillydib had at last

managed to escape to the garden. "If this keeps up," he reflected,

"there will be no money left, and then I'm sure I don't know what will

become of us all!"

The air was chilly. The old counselor shivered a little, and

noting the cloak that lay over the back of the seat, drew it about his

shoulders. "It will be five months," he muttered half aloud, "before we

can tax the people for more money, and before five months are up the king

and his counselors may all starve to death, even in this splendid palace!

Heigh-ho! I wish the royal purse would always remain full no matter how

much money I drew from it!"

The big purse, which had lain lightly on his knee, now slid off

and pulled heavily upon the golden chain which the old man wore around

his neck to fasten the purse to him securely. Aroused from his anxious

thoughts, Tillydib lifted the purse to his lap again and was astonished

to feel its weight. He opened the clasp and saw that the huge sack was

actually running over with gold pieces.

"Now, where on earth did all this wealth come from?" he

exclaimed, shaking his head in a puzzled way. "I'll go at once and pay

some of the creditors who are waiting for me." So he ran to the royal

treasury, which was a front room in the palace, and began paying everyone

who presented an account. He expected presently to empty the purse, but

no matter how heavily he drew upon the contents, it remained as full as

in the beginning.

"It must be," thought the old man when the last bill had been

paid, "that my idle wish has in some mysterious way been granted." But

he did not know he owed his good fortune to the magic cloak, which he

still wore.

As he was leaving the room, he met the king and Princess Fluff,

who were just come from dinner; and the girl exclaimed, "Why, there is my

cloak! Where did you get it, Tillydib?"

"I found it in the garden," answered the lord high pursebearer.

"But take it if it is yours. And here is something to repay you for the

loan of it," and he poured into her hands a heap of glittering gold.

"Oh thank you!" cried Fluff, and taking the precious cloak, she

dropped the gold into it and carried it to her room. "I'll never lend it

again unless it is really necessary," she said to herself. "It was very

careless of Aunt Rivette to leave my fairy cloak in the garden." And then

after carefully folding it and wrapping it up, she locked it in a drawer

and hid the key where no one but herself could find it.

CHAPTER 11 THE WITCH-QUEEN

It is not very far from the kingdom of Noland to the kingdom of

Ix. If you followed the steps of Quavo the minstrel, you would climb the

sides of a steep mountain range and go down on the other side and cross a

broad and swift river and pick your way through a dark forest. You would

then have reached the land of Ix and would find an easy path into the big

city. But even before he came to the city he would see the high marble

towers of Queen Zixi's magnificent palace, and pause to wonder at its

beauty.

Quavo the minstrel had been playing his harp in the city of Nole,

and his eyes were sharp, so he had seen many things to gossip and sing

about, and therefore he never doubted he would be warmly welcomed by

Queen Zixi. He reached the marble palace about dusk one evening and was

bidden to the feast which was about to be served.

A long table ran down the length of the lofty hall built in the

center of the palace, and this table was covered with gold and silver

platters bearing many kinds of meat and fruits and vegetables, while

tall, ornamented stands contained sweets and delicacies to tickle the

palate. At the head of the table, on a jeweled throne, sat Queen Zixi

herself, a vision of radiant beauty and charming grace.

Her hair was yellow as spun gold and her wondrous eyes raven

black in hue. Her skin was fair as a lily save where her cheek was

faintly tinted with a flush of rose color. There were graybeards at her

side this evening who could remember the queen's rare beauty since they

were boys; ay, and who had been told by their fathers and grandfathers of

Queen Zixi's loveliness when they also were mere children. In fact, no

one in Ix had ever heard of the time when the land was not ruled by this

same queen, or when she was not in appearance as young and fair as she

was today. Which easily proves she was not an ordinary person at all.

And I may as well tell you here that Queen Zixi, despite the fact

that she looked to be no more than sixteen, was in reality six hundred

and eighty-three years of age and had prolonged her life in this

extraordinary way be means of the arts of witchcraft. I do not mean by

this that she was an evil person. She had always ruled her kingdom

wisely and liberally, and the people of Ix made no manner of complaint

against their queen. If there were a war, she led her armies in person,

clad in golden mail and helmet; and in years of peace she taught them to

sow and reap grain, and to fashion many useful articles of metal, and to

build strong and substantial houses. Nor were her taxes ever more than

the people could bear.

Yet for all this, Zixi was more feared than loved; for everyone

remembered she was a witch and also knew she was six hundreds of years

old. So no matter how amiable their queen might be, she was always

treated with extreme respect, and folks weighed well their words when

they conversed with her. Next the queen, on both sides of the table, sat

her most favored nobles and their ladies; farther down were the rich

merchants and officers of the army; and at the lower end were servants

and members of the household. For this was the custom in the land of Ix.

Quavo the harpist sat near the lower end; and when all had been

comfortably fed, the queen called upon him for a song. This was the

moment Quavo had eagerly awaited. He took his harp, seated himself in a

niche of the wall, and according to the manner of ancient minstrels, he

sang of the things he had seen in other lands, thus serving his hearers

with the news of the day as well as pleasing them with his music. This

is the way he began:

"Of Noland now a tale I'll sing,

Where reigns a strangely youthful king--

A boy who has by chance alone

Been called to sit upon a throne.

His sister shares his luck, and she.

The fairies' friend is said to be;

For they did mystic arts invoke.

And weave for her a magic cloak

Which grants its wearer--this I'm told--.

Gifts more precious far than gold.

She's but to wish, and her desire.

Quite instantly she will acquire;

And when she lends it to her friends.

The favor unto them extends.

For one who wears the cloak can fly.

Like any eagle in the sky,

And one did wish, by sudden freak,.

His dog be granted power to speak;

And now the beast can talk as well.

As I, and also read and spell.

And--"

"Stop!" cried the queen with sudden excitement. "Do you lie,

minstrel, or are you speaking the truth?"

Secretly glad that his news was received this eagerly, Quavo

continued to twang the harp as he replied in verse:

"Now may I die at break of day.

If false is any word I say."

"And what is this cloak like, and who owns it?" demanded the queen

impetuously.

Sang the minstrel:

"The cloak belongs to Princess Fluff;

'T is woven of some secret stuff

Which makes it gleam with splendor bright.

That fills beholders with delight."

Thereafter the beautiful Zixi remained lost in thought, her dainty

chin resting within the hollow of her hand and her eyes dreamily fixed

upon the minstrel. And Quavo, judging that his news had brought him into

rare favor, told more and more wonderful tales of the magic cloak, some

of which were true, while others were mere inventions of his own; for

newsmongers, as everyone knows, were ever unable to stick to facts since

the world began.

All the courtiers and officers and servants listened with wide

eyes and parted lips to the song, marveling greatly at what they had

heard. And when it was finally ended and the evening far spent, Queen

Zixi threw a golden chain to the minstrel as a reward and left the hall,

attended by her maidens. Throughout the night which followed, she tossed

sleeplessly upon her bed thinking of the magic cloak and longing to

possess it. And when the morning sun rose over the horizon, she made a

solemn vow that she would secure the magic cloak within a year, even if

it cost her the half of her kingdom.

Now the reason for this rash vow, showing Zixi's intense desire

to possess the cloak, was very peculiar. Although she had been an adept

at witchcraft for more than six hundred years and was able to retain her

health and remain in appearance young and beautiful, there was one thing

her art was unable to deceive, and that one thing was a mirror.

To mortal eyes Zixi was charming and attractive, yet her

reflection in a mirror showed to her an ugly old hag, bald of head,

wrinkled, with toothless gums and withered, sunken cheeks. For this

reason the queen had no mirror of any sort about the palace. Even from

her own dressing room the mirror had been banished, and she depended upon

her maids and hairdressers to make her look as lovely as possible. She

knew she was beautiful in appearance to others; her maids declared it

continually, and in all eyes she truly read admiration. But Zixi wanted

to admire herself, and that was impossible so long as the cold mirrors

showed her reflection to be the old hag others would also have seen had

not her arts of witchcraft deceived them.

Everything else a woman and a queen might desire Zixi was able to

obtain by her arts. Yet the one thing she could NOT have made her very

unhappy. As I have already said, she was not a bad queen. She used her

knowledge of sorcery to please her own fancy or to benefit her kingdom,

but never to injure anyone else. So she may be forgiven for wanting to

see a beautiful girl reflected in a mirror instead of a haggard old woman

in her six hundred and eighty-fourth year.

Zixi had given up all hope of ever accomplishing her object until

she heard of the magic cloak. The powers of witches are somewhat

limited; but she knew that the powers of fairies are boundless. So if

the magic cloak could grant any human wish as Quavo's song had told her

was the case, she would manage to secure it and would at once wish for a

reflection in the mirror of the same features all others beheld--and then

she would become happy and content.

CHAPTER 12 ZIXI DISCOVERS HERSELF

Now as might be expected, Queen Zixi lost no time in endeavoring

to secure the magic cloak. The people of Ix were not on friendly terms

with the people of Noland, so she could not visit Princess Fluff openly,

and she knew it was useless to try to borrow so priceless a treasure as a

cloak which had been the gift of the fairies. But one way remained to

her--to steal the precious robe.

So she began her preparations by telling her people she would be

absent from Ix for a month, and then she retired to her own room and

mixed, by the rules of witchcraft, a black mess in a silver kettle and

boiled it until it was as thick as molasses. Of this inky mixture she

swallowed two teaspoonfuls every hour for six hours, muttering an

incantation each time. At the end of the six hours her golden hair had

become brown, and her black eyes had become blue, and this was quite

sufficient to disguise the pretty queen so that no one would recognize

her. Then she took off her richly embroidered queenly robes and hung

them up in a closet, putting on a simple gingham dress, a white apron,

and a plain hat such as common people of her country wore.

When these preparations had been made, Zixi slipped out the back

door of the palace and walked through the city to the forest, and

although she met many people, no one suspected that she was the queen.

It was rough walking in the forest, but she got through at last, and

reached the bank of the river. Here a fisherman was found who consented

to ferry her across in his boat, and afterward Zixi climbed the high

mountain and came down the other side into the kingdom of Noland.

She rented a neat little cottage just at the north gateway of the

city of Nole, and by the next morning there was a sign over the doorway

which announced:

MISS TRUST'S
ACADEMY OF WITCHERY
FOR YOUNG LADIES

Then Zixi had printed on green paper a lot of handbills which read

as follows:

"MISS TRUST, a pupil of the celebrated Professor Hatrack of

Hooktown-on-the-Creek, is now located at Woodbine Villa (North Gateway of

Nole) and is prepared to teach the young ladies of this city the ARTS OF

WITCHCRAFT according to the most modern and approved methods. Terms

moderate. References required."

These handbills she hired a little boy to carry to all the

aristocratic houses in Nole and to leave one on each doorstep. Several

were left on the different doorsteps of the palace, and one of these came

to the notice of Princess Fluff. "How funny!" she exclaimed on reading

it. "I'll go and take all my eight maids with me. It will be no end of

fun to learn to be a witch."

Many other people in Nole applied for instruction in "Miss

Trust's Academy," but Zixi told them all she had no vacancies. When,

however, Fluff and her maids arrived, she welcomed them with the utmost

cordiality and consented to give them their first lesson at once. When

she had seated them in her parlor, Zixi said:

"If you wish to be a witch, You must speak an incantation;

You must with deliberation Say, 'The when of why is which!'"

"What does that mean?" asked Fluff.

"No one knows," answered Zixi, "and therefore it is a fine

incantation. Now, all the class will repeat after me the following

words: 'Erig-a-ma-role, erig-a-ma-ree; Jig-ger-nut, jog-ger-nit,

que-jig-ger-ee. Sim-mer-kin, sam-mer-kin, sem-mer-ga-roo; Zil-li-pop,

zel-li-pop, lol-li-pop-loo!'"

They tried to do this, but their tongues stumbled constantly over

the syllables, and one of the maids began to laugh. "Stop laughing,

please!" cried Zixi, rapping her ruler on the table. "This is no

laughing matter, I assure you, young ladies. The science of witchcraft

is a solemn and serious study, and I cannot teach it you unless you

behave."

"But what's it all about?" asked Fluff.

"I'll explain what it's about tomorrow," said Zixi with dignity.

"Now, here are two important incantations which you must learn by heart

before you come to tomorrow's lesson. If you can speak them correctly

and rapidly and above all very distinctly, I will then allow you to

perform a wonderful witchery."

She handed each of them a slip of paper on which were written the

incantations, as follows:

Incantation No. 1

(To be spoken only in the presence of a black cat.)

This is that, and that is this; Bliss is blest, and blest is bliss.

Who is that, and what is who; Shed is shod, and shod is shoe!

Incantation No. 2

(To be spoken when the clock strikes twelve.)

What is which, and which is what; Pat is pet, and pit is pat;

Hid is hide, and hod is hid; Did is deed, and done is did!

"Now there is one thing more," continued Zixi, "and this is very

important. You must each wear the handsomest and most splendid cloak you

can secure when you come to me tomorrow morning."

This request made Princess Fluff thoughtful all the way home, for

she at once remembered her magic cloak and wondered if the strange Miss

Trust knew she possessed it. She asked Bud about it that night, and the

young king said, "I'm afraid this witch-woman is someone trying to get

hold of your magic cloak. I would advise you not to wear it when she is

around or more than likely she may steal it."

So Fluff did not wear her magic cloak the next day, but selected

in its place a pretty blue cape edged with gold. When she and her maids

reached the cottage, Zixi cried out angrily, "That is not your handsomest

cloak. Go home at once and get the other one!"

"I won't," said Fluff shortly.

"You must! You must!" insisted the witch-woman. "I can teach

you nothing unless you wear the other cloak."

"How did you know I had another cloak?" asked the princess

suspiciously.

"By witchcraft, perhaps," said Zixi mildly. "If you want to be a

witch, you must wear it."

"I don't want to be a witch," declared Fluff. "Come, girls,

come; let's go home at once."

"Wait--wait!" implored Zixi eagerly. "If you'll get the cloak, I

will teach you the most wonderful things in the world! I will make you

the most powerful witch that ever lived!"

"I don't believe you," replied Fluff, and then she marched back

to the palace with all her maids. But Zixi knew her plot had failed, so

she locked up the cottage and went back again to Ix, climbing the

mountain and crossing the river and threading the forest with angry

thoughts and harsh words. Yet the queen was more determined than ever to

secure the magic cloak. As soon as she had reentered her palace and by

more incantations had again transformed her hair to yellow and her eyes

to black and dressed herself in her royal robes, she summoned her

generals and counselors and told them to make ready to war upon the

kingdom of Noland.

Quavo the minstrel, who wandered constantly about, was on his way

to Noland again, and while Queen Zixi's army was cutting a path through

the forest and making a bridge to cross the river, he came speedily by a

little-known path to the city of Nole, where he told Tullydub, the lord

high counselor, what was threatening his king. So, trembling with

terror, Tullydub hastened to the palace and called a meeting of the five

high counselors in the king's antechamber.

When all were assembled, together with Bud and Fluff, the old man

told his news and cried, "We shall all be slaughtered and our kingdom

sacked and destroyed, for the army of Ix is twice as big as our own--yes,

twice as big!"

"Oh, pooh! What of that?" said Tollydob scornfully. "Have they

a general as tall as I am?"

"Certainly not," said the chief counselor. "Who ever saw a man

as tall as you are?"

"Then I'll fight and conquer them!" declared Tollydob, rising and

walking about the room so that all might see where his head just grazed

the ceiling.

"But you can't, general; you can't fight an army by yourself!"

remonstrated Tullydub excitedly. "And being so big, you are a better

mark for their arrows and axes."

At this the general sat down rather suddenly and grew pale.

"Perhaps we can buy them off," remarked the lord high pursebearer,

jingling the purse that now never became empty.

"No, I'm afraid not," sighed Tullydub. "Quavo the minstrel said

they were bent upon conquest and were resolved upon a battle."

"And their queen is a witch," added Tallydab nervously. "We must

not forget that."

"A witch!" exclaimed Princess Fluff with sudden interest. "What

does she look like?"

But all shook their heads at the question, and Tullydub

explained, "None of us has ever seen her, for we have never been friendly

with the people of Ix. But from all reports, Queen Zixi is both young

and beautiful."

"Maybe it is the one who wanted to teach me witchcraft in order

to steal my magic cloak!" said Fluff with sudden excitement. "And when

she found she couldn't steal it, she went back after her army."

"What magic cloak do you refer to?" asked Tullydub.

"Why, the one the fairies gave me," replied Fluff.

"Is it of gorgeous colors with golden threads running through

it?" asked the lord high general, now thoroughly interested.

"Yes," said the princess, "the very same."

"And what peculiar powers does it possess?"

"Why, it grants the wearer the fulfillment of one wish," she

answered.

All the high counselors regarded her earnestly. "Then that was

the cloak I wore when I wished to be ten feet high!" said Tollydob.

"And I wore it when I wished I could reach the apple," said

Tellydeb.

"And I wore it when I wished that my dog Ruffles could speak,"

said Tallydab.

"And I wore it when I wished the royal purse would always remain

full," said Tillydib.

"I did not know that," remarked Fluff thoughtfully. "But I'll

never forget that I lent it to Aunt Rivette and that was the time she

wished she could fly!"

"Why, it's wonderful!" cried old Tullydub. "Has it granted you,

also, a wish?"

"Yes," said Fluff brightly. "And I've been happy ever since."

"And has your brother, the king, had a wish?" Tullydub inquired

eagerly.

"No," said Bud. "I can still have mine."

"Then why doesn't your Majesty wear the cloak and wish that your

army shall conquer the Queen of Ix's?" asked the lord high counselor.

"I'm saving my wish," answered Bud, "and it won't be that,

either."

"But unless something is done, we shall all be destroyed,"

protested Tullydub.

"Then wear the cloak yourself," said Bud. "You haven't had a

wish yet."

"Good!" cried the other four counselors, and the lord high

general added, "That will surely save us from any further worry."

"I'll fetch the cloak at once," said Fluff, and she ran quickly

from the room to get it.

"Supposing," Tullydub remarked hesitantly, "the magic power

shouldn't work?"

"Oh, but it will!" answered the general.

"I'm sure it will," said the steward.

"I know it will," declared the pursebearer.

"It cannot fail," affirmed the executioner. "Remember what it

has already done for us!"

Then Fluff arrived with the cloak, and after considering

carefully how he would speak his wish, the lord high counselor drew the

cloak over his shoulders and said solemnly, "I wish that we shall be able

to defeat our enemies and drive them all from the kingdom of Noland."

"Didn't you make two wishes instead of one?" asked the princess

anxiously.

"Never mind," said the general. "If we defeat them, it will be

easy enough to drive them from the kingdom."

The lord high counselor removed the cloak and carefully refolded

it. "If it grants my wish," said he thoughtfully, "it will indeed be

lucky for our country that the Princess Fluff came to live in the palace

of the king."

The queen formed her men into a line of battle facing the army of

Nole, and they were so numerous in comparison with their enemies that

even the more timorous soldiers gained confidence and stood up straight

and threw out their chests as if to show how brave they were. Then Queen

Zixi, clad in her flashing mail and mounted upon her magnificent white

charger, rode slowly along the ranks, her white plume nodding gracefully

with the motion of the horse.

And when she reached the center of the line, she halted and

addressed her army in a voice that sounded clear as the tones of a bell

and reached to every listening ear. "Soldiers of the land of Ix," she

began. "We are about to engage in a great battle for conquest and glory.

Before you lies the rich city of Nole, and when you have defeated yonder

army and gained the gates, you may divide among yourselves all the

plunder of gold and silver and jewels and precious stones that the place

contains."

Hearing this, a great shout of joy arose from the soldiers, which

Zixi quickly silenced with a wave of her white hand. "For myself," she

continued, "I desire nothing more than a cloak that is owned by the

Princess Fluff. All else shall be given to my brave army."

"But--suppose we do not win the battle?" asked one of her

generals anxiously. "What then do we gain?"

"Nothing but disgrace," answered the queen haughtily. "But how

can we fail to win when I myself lead the assault? Queen Zixi of Ix has

fought a hundred battles and never yet met with defeat!"

There was much cheering at this, for Zixi's words were quite

true. Nevertheless, her soldiers did not like the look of the silent army

of Nole standing so steadfastly before the gates and facing the invaders

with calm determination. Zixi herself was somewhat disturbed at this

sight, for she could not guess what powers the magic cloak had given to

the Nolanders. But in a loud and undaunted voice she shouted the command

to advance, and while trumpets blared and drums rolled, the great army of

Ix awoke to action and marched steadily upon the men of Nole.

Bud, who could not bear to remain shut up in his palace while all

this excitement was occurring outside the city gates, had slipped away

from Fluff and joined his gigantic general, Tollydob. He was, of course,

unused to war, and when he beheld the vast array of Zixi's army, he grew

fearful that the magic cloak might not be able to save his city from

conquest. Yet the five high counselors, who were all present, seemed not

to worry the least bit.

"They're very pretty soldiers to look at," remarked old Tollydob

complacently. "I'm really sorry to defeat them, they march so

beautifully."

"But do not let your kind-hearted admiration for the enemy

interfere with our plans," said the lord high executioner, who was

standing by with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, I won't!" answered the big general with a laugh which was

succeeded by a frown. "Yet I can never resist admiring a fine soldier,

whether he fights for or against me. For instance, just look at that

handsome officer riding beside Queen Zixi--her chief general, I think.

Isn't he sweet? He looks just like an apple, he is so round and wears

such a tight-fitting jacket. Can't you pick him for me, friend

Tellydeb?"

"I'll try." And the lord high executioner suddenly stretched out

his long arm and reached the faraway general of Ix and pulled him from

the back of his horse. Then, amid the terrified cries that came from the

opposing army, Tellydeb dragged his victim swiftly over the ground until

he was seized by the men of Nole and firmly bound with cords.

"Thank you, my friend," said the general, again laughing and then

frowning. "Now get for me that pretty queen, if you please."

Once more the long arm of the lord high executioner shot out

toward the army of Ix. But Zixi's keen eyes saw it coming, and instantly

she disappeared, her magical arts giving her power to become invisible.

Tellydeb, puzzled to find the queen gone, seized another officer instead

of her and dragged him quickly over the intervening space to his own

side, where he was bound by the Nolanders and placed beside his fellow

captive.

Another cry of horror came from the army of Ix, and with one

accord the soldiers stopped short in their advance. Queen Zixi,

appearing again in their midst, called upon her wavering soldiers to

charge quickly upon the foe. But the men, bewildered and terrified, were

deaf to her appeals. They fled swiftly back over the brow of the hill

and concealed themselves in the wooded valley until the sun set. And it

was far into the night before Queen Zixi succeeded in restoring her line

of battle.

CHAPTER 13 THE ROUT OF THE ARMY OF IX

The next day was a busy one in the city of Nole. The ten-foot

lord high general marched his seven thousand seven hundred and

seventy-seven men out of the city gates and formed them in line of battle

on the brow of a hill. Then he asked Aunt Rivette to fly over the top of

the mountain and see where the enemy was located. The old woman gladly

undertook the mission. She had by this time become an expert flier, and

being proud to resemble a bird, she dressed herself in flowing robes of

as many colors as a poll-parrot could boast. When she mounted into the

air, streamers of green and yellow silk floated behind her in quite a

beautiful and interesting fashion, and she was admired by all beholders.

Aunt Rivette flew high above the mountaintop, and there she saw

the great army of Queen Zixi climbing up the slope on the other side.

The army also saw her and stopped short in amazement at seeing a woman

fly like a bird. They had before this thought their queen sure of

victory because she was a witch and possessed many wonderful arts; but

now they saw that the people of Noland could also do wonderful things,

and it speedily disheartened them.

Zixi ordered them to shoot a thousand arrows at Aunt Rivette, but

quickly countermanded the order as the old woman was too high to be

injured, and the arrows would have been wasted. When the army of Ix had

climbed the mountain and was marching down again toward Nole, the lord

high steward sent his dog Ruffles to them to make more mischief. Ruffles

trotted soberly among the soldiers of Ix, and once in a while he would

pause and say in a loud voice, "The army of Noland will conquer you."

Then all the soldiers would look around to see who had spoken

these fearful words, but could see nothing but a little dog, and Ruffles

would pretend to be scratching his nose with his left hind foot and would

look so innocent that they never for a moment suspected he could speak.

"We are surrounded by invisible foes!" cried the soldiers, and

they would have fled even then had not Queen Zixi called them cowards and

stubbornly declared they only fancied they had heard the voices speak.

Some of them believed her, and some did not, but they decided to remain

and fight since they had come so far to do so. Then they formed in line

of battle again and marched boldly toward the army of Noland.

While they were still a good way off and the generals were riding

in front of their soldiers, the lord high executioner suddenly stretched

out his long arm and pulled another general of Ix from his horse as he

had done the day before, dragging him swiftly over the ground between the

opposing armies until he was seized by the men of Nole and tightly bound

with cords. The soldiers of Ix uttered murmurs of horror at this sight

and stopped again. Immediately the long arm shot out and pulled another

general from their ranks and made him prisoner.

Queen Zixi raved and stormed with anger, but the lord high

executioner, who was enjoying himself immensely, continued to grab

officer after officer and make them prisoners, and so far there had been

no sign of battle; not an arrow had been fired nor an ax swung. Then, to

complete the amazement of the enemy, the gigantic ten-foot general of the

army of Nole stepped in front of his men and waved around his head a

flashing sword six feet in length while he shouted in a voice like a roar

of thunder that made the army of Ix tremble, "Forward, soldiers of

Noland, forward! Destroy the enemy and let none escape!"

It was more than the army of Ix could bear. Filled with terror,

the soldiers threw down their arms and fled in a great panic, racing over

the mountaintop and down the other side and then scattering in every

direction, each man for himself and as if he feared the entire army of

Noland was at his heels. But it wasn't. Not a soldier of Nole had moved

in pursuit. Every one was delighted at the easy victory, and King Bud

was so amused at the sight of the flying foe that he rolled on the ground

in laughter, and even the fierce-looking General Tollydob grinned in

sympathy.

Then, with bands playing and banners flying, the entire army

marched back into the city, and the war between Noland and Ix was over.

CHAPTER 14 THE THEFT OF THE MAGIC CLOAK

When the soldiers of Queen Zixi ran away, they fled in so many

different directions that the bewildered queen could not keep track of

them. Her horse, taking fright, dashed up the mountainside and tossed

Zixi into a lilac bush, after which he ran off and left her. One would

think such a chain of misfortunes could not fail to daunt the bravest.

But Zixi had lived too many years to allow such trifles as defeat and

flight to ruin her nerves; so she calmly disentangled herself from the

lilac bush and looked around to see where she was.

It was very quiet and peaceful on this part of the mountainside.

Her glittering army had disappeared to the last man. In the far distance

she could see the spires and turreted palaces of the city of Nole, and

behind her was a thick grove of lilac trees bearing flowers in full

bloom. This lilac grove gave Zixi an idea. She pushed aside some of the

branches and entered the cool, shadowy avenues between the trees.

The air was heavy with the scent of the violet flowers, and tiny

hummingbirds were darting here and there to thrust their long bills into

the blossoms and draw out the honey for food. Butterflies there were,

too, and a few chipmunks perched high among the branches. But Zixi

walked on through the trees in deep thought, and presently she had laid

new plans. For since the magic cloak was so hard to get, she wanted it

more than ever.

By and by she gathered some bits of the lilac bush and dug some

roots from the ground. Next she caught six spotted butterflies, from the

wings of which she brushed off all the round, purple spots. Then she

wandered on until she came upon a little spring of water bubbling from

the ground, and filling a cup-shaped leaf of the tatti-plant from the

spring, she mixed her bark and roots and butterfly-spots in the liquid

and boiled it carefully over a fire of twigs; for tatti-leaves will not

burn so long as there is water inside them.

When her magical compound was ready, Zixi muttered an incantation

and drank it in a single draught. A few moments later, the witch-queen

had disappeared, and in her place stood the likeness of a pretty young

girl dressed in a simple white gown with pink ribbons at the shoulders

and a pink sash around her waist. Her light-brown hair was gathered into

two long braids that hung down her back, and she had two big, blue eyes

that looked very innocent and sweet. Besides these changes, both the

nose and the mouth of the girl differed in shape from those of Zixi; so

that no one would have seen the slightest resemblance between the two

people, or between Miss Trust and the girl who stood in the lilac grove.

The transformed witch-queen gave a sweet, rippling laugh and

glanced at her reflection in the still waters of the spring. And then

the girlish face frowned, for the image staring up at her was that of a

wrinkled, toothless, old hag. "I really must have that cloak," sighed

the girl, and then she turned and walked out of the lilac grove and down

the mountainside toward the city of Nole.

The Princess Fluff was playing tennis with her maids in a

courtyard of the royal palace when Jikki came to say that a girl wished

to speak with her Highness. "Send her here," said Fluff.

So the witch-queen came to her in the guise of the fair young

girl, and bowing in a humble manner before the princess she said,

"Please, your Highness, may I be one of your maids?"

"Why, I have eight already!" answered Fluff, laughing.

"But my father and mother are both dead, and I have come all the

way from my castle to beg you to let me wait upon you," said the girl,

looking at the little princess with a pleading expression in her blue

eyes.

"Who are you?" asked Fluff.

"I am daughter of the Lord Hurrydole, and my name is Adlena,"

replied the girl, which was not altogether falsehood, because one of her

ancestors had borne the name Hurrydole, and Adlena was one of her own

names.

"Then, Adlena," said Fluff brightly, "you shall certainly be one

of my maids, for there is plenty of room in the palace, and the more

girls I have around me, the happier I shall be."

So Queen Zixi, under the name of Adlena, became an inmate of the

king's palace, and it was not many days before she learned where the

magic cloak was kept. But the princess gave her a key to a drawer and

told her to get from it a blue silk scarf she wished to wear, and

directly under the scarf lay the fairy garment. Adlena would have seized

it at that moment had she dared, but Fluff was in the same room, so she

only said, "Please, princess, may I look at that pretty cloak?"

"Of course," answered Fluff, "but handle it carefully, for it was

given me by the fairies."

So Adlena unfolded the cloak and looked at it very carefully,

noting exactly the manner in which it was woven. Then she folded it

again, arranged it in the drawer, and turned the key, which the princess

immediately attached to a chain which she always wore around her neck.

That night, when the witch-queen was safely locked in her own

room and could not be disturbed, she called about her a great many of

those invisible imps that serve the most skillful witches, commanding

them to weave for her a cloak in the exact likeness of the one given

Princess Fluff by the fairies. Of course the imps had never seen the

magic cloak, but Zixi described it to them accurately, and before morning

they had woven a garment so closely resembling the original that the

imitation was likely to deceive anyone.

Only one thing was missing, and that was the golden thread woven

by Queen Lulea herself, and which gave the cloak its magic powers. Of

course the imps of Zixi could not get this golden thread, nor could they

give any magical properties to the garment they had made at the witch's

command, but they managed to give the cloak all of the many brilliant

colors of the original, and Zixi was quite satisfied.

The next day Adlena wore this cloak while she walked in the

garden. Very soon Princess Fluff saw her and ran after the girl, crying

indignantly, "See here! What do you mean by wearing my cloak? Take it

off instantly!"

"It isn't your cloak. It is one of my own," replied the girl

calmly.

"Nonsense! There can't be two such cloaks in the world,"

retorted Fluff.

"But there are," persisted Adlena. "How could I get the one in

your drawer when the key is around your own neck?"

"I'm sure I don't know," admitted the princess, beginning to be

puzzled. "But come with me into my rooms. If my fairy cloak is indeed

in the drawer, then I will believe you."

So they went to the drawer, and of course found the magic cloak,

as the cunning Zixi had planned. Fluff pulled it out and held the two up

together to compare them, and they seemed to be exactly alike. "I think

yours is a little the longer," said Adlena, and threw it over the

shoulders of the princess. "No, I think mine is the longer," she

continued, and removing the magic cloak, put her own upon Fluff. They

seemed to be about the same length, but Adlena kept putting first one and

then the other upon the princess until they were completely mixed, and

the child could not have told one from the other.

"Which is mine?" she finally asked in a startled voice.

"This, of course," answered Adlena, folding up the imitation

cloak which the imps had made and putting it away in the drawer. Fluff

never suspected the trick, so Zixi carried away the magic cloak she had

thus cleverly stolen, and she was so delighted with the success of her

stratagem that she could have screamed aloud for pure joy. As soon as

she was alone and unobserved, the witch-queen slipped out of the palace,

and carrying the magic cloak in a bundle under her arm, ran down the

streets of Nole and out through the gate in the wall and away toward the

mountain where the lilac grove lay.

"At last!" she kept saying to herself. "At last I shall see my

own beautiful reflection in a mirror, instead of that horrid old hag!"

When she was safe in the grove, she succeeded by means of her

witchcraft in transforming the girl Adlena back into the beautiful woman

known throughout the kingdom of Ix as Queen Zixi. And then she lost no

time in throwing the magic cloak over her shoulders. "I wish," she cried

in a loud voice, "that my reflection in every mirror will hereafter show

the same face and form as that in which I appear to exist in the sight of

all mortals!"

Then she threw off the cloak and ran to the crystal spring,

saying, "Now, indeed, I shall at last see the lovely Queen Zixi!" But as

she bent over the spring, she gave a sudden shriek of disappointed rage,

for glaring up at her from the glassy surface of the water was the same

fearful hag she had always seen as the reflection of her likeness! The

magic cloak would grant no wish to a person who had stolen it.

Zixi, more wretched than she had ever been before in her life,

threw herself down upon her face in the lilac grove and wept for more

than an hour, which is an exceedingly long time for tears to run from

one's eyes. And when she finally arose, two tiny brooks flowed from the

spot and wound through the lilac trees, one to the right and one to the

left. Then, leaving the magic cloak--to possess which she had struggled

so hard and sinfully--lying unheeded upon the ground, the disappointed

witch-queen walked slowly away and finally reached the bank of the great

river.

Here she found a rugged old alligator who lay upon the bank,

weeping with such bitterness that the sight reminded Zixi of her own

recent outburst of sorrow. "Why do you weep, friend?" she asked, for her

experience as a witch had long since taught her the language of the

beasts and birds and reptiles.

"Because I cannot climb a tree," answered the alligator.

"But why do you wish to climb a tree?" she questioned, surprised.

"Because I can't," returned the alligator, squeezing two more

tears from his eyes.

"But that is very foolish!" exclaimed the witch-queen scornfully.

"Oh, I don't know," said the alligator. "It doesn't strike me

that it's much more foolish than the fancies some other people have."

"Perhaps not," replied Zixi more gently, and walked away in deep

thought.

While she followed the river bank to find a ferry across, the

dusk fell, and presently a gray owl came out of a hollow in a tall tree

and sat upon a limb, wailing dismally. Zixi stopped and looked at the

bird. "Why do you wail so loudly?" she asked.

"Because I cannot swim in the river like a fish," answered the

owl, and it screeched so sadly that it made the queen shiver.

"Why do you wish to swim?" she inquired.

"Because I can't," said the owl, and buried its head under its

wing with a groan.

"But that is absurd!" cried Zixi with impatience.

The owl had an ear out and heard her. So it withdrew its head

long enough to retort, "I don't think it's any more absurd than the

longings of some other folks."

"Perhaps you are right," said the queen, and hung her head as she

walked on. By and by she found a ferryman with a boat, and he agreed to

row her across the river. In one end of the boat crouched a little girl,

the ferryman's daughter, and she sobbed continually, so that the sound of

the child's grief finally attracted Zixi's attention. "Why do you sob?"

questioned the queen.

"Because I want to be a man," replied the child, trying to stifle

her sobs.

"Why do you want to be a man?" asked Zixi curiously.

"Because I'm a little girl," was the reply.

This made Zixi angry. "You're a little fool!" she exclaimed

loudly.

"There are other fools in the world," said the child, and renewed

her sobs.

Zixi did not reply, but she thought to herself, "We are all

alike--the alligator, the owl, the girl, and the powerful Queen of Ix.

We long for what we cannot have, yet desire it not so much because it

would benefit us as because it is beyond our reach. If I call the others

fools, I must also call myself a fool for wishing to see the reflection

of a beautiful girl in my mirror when I know it is impossible. So

hereafter I shall strive to be contented with my lot."

This was a wise resolution, and the witch-queen abided by it for

many years. She was not very bad, this Zixi, for it must be admitted

that few have the courage to acknowledge their faults and strive to

correct them as she did.

CHAPTER 15 THE PLAIN ABOVE THE CLOUDS

I have already mentioned how high the mountains were between

Noland and the land of Ix, but at the north of the city of Nole were

mountains much higher--so high, indeed, that they seemed to pierce the

clouds, and it was said the moon often stopped on the highest peak to

rest. It was not one single slope up from the lowlands, but first there

was a high mountain with a level plain at the top, and then another high

mountain rising from the level and capped with a second plain, and then

another mountain, and so on; which made them somewhat resemble a pair of

stairs. So that the people of Nole, who looked upon the North Mountains

with much pride, used to point them out as "The Giant's Stairway,"

forgetting that no giant was ever big enough to use such an immense flight

of stairs.

Many people had climbed the first mountain, and upon the plain at

its top flocks of sheep were fed; and two or three people boasted they

had climbed the second steep; but beyond that the mountains were all

unknown to the dwellers in the valley of Noland. As a matter of fact, no

one lived upon them; they were inhabited only by a few small animals and

an occasional vulture or eagle which nested in some rugged crag. But at

the top of all was an enormous plain that lay far above the clouds, and

here the Roly-Rogues dwelt in great numbers.

I must describe these Roly-Rogues to you, for they were unlike

any other people in all the world. Their bodies were as round as a

ball--if you can imagine a ball fully four feet in thickness at the

middle. And their muscles were as tough and elastic as india rubber.

They had heads and arms resembling our own, and very short legs, and all

these they could withdraw into their ball-like bodies whenever they

wished, very much as a turtle withdraws its legs and head into its shell.

The Roly-Rogues lived all by themselves in their country among

the clouds, and there were thousands and thousands of them. They were

quarrelsome by nature, but could seldom hurt one another because if they

fought they could withdraw their arms and legs and heads into their

bodies and roll themselves at one another with much fierceness. But when

they collided, they would bounce apart again, and little harm was done.

In spite of their savage disposition, the Roly-Rogues had as yet

done no harm to anyone but themselves, as they lived so high above the

world that other people knew nothing of their existence. Nor did they

themselves know, because of the clouds that floated between, of the

valleys which lay below them.

But as ill luck would have it, a few days after King Bud's army

had defeated the army of Ix, one of the Roly-Rogues, while fighting with

another, rolled too near the edge of the plain whereon they dwelt, and

bounded down the mountainside that faced Noland. Wind had scattered the

clouds, so his fellows immediately rolled themselves to the edge and

watched the luckless Roly-Rogue fly down the mountain, bounce across the

plain and thence speed down the next mountain. By and by he became a dot

to their eyes and then a mere speck, but as the clouds had just rolled

away for a few moments, the Roly-Rogues could see, by straining their

eyes, the city of Nole lying in the valley far below.

It seemed from that distance merely a toy city, but they knew it

must be a big place to show so far away, and since they had no cities of

their own, they became curious to visit the one they had just discovered.

The ruler of the Roly-Rogues, who was more quarrelsome than any of the

rest, had a talk with his chief men about visiting the unknown city. "We

can roll down the mountain just as our brother did," he argued.

"But how in the world could we ever get back again?" said one of

the chiefs, sticking his head up to look with astonishment at the other.

"We don't want to get back," said the other excitedly. "Someone

has built many houses and palaces at the foot of the mountains, and we

can live in those if they are big enough and if there are enough of

them."

"Perhaps the people won't let us," suggested another chief who

was not in favor of the expedition.

"We will fight them and destroy them," retorted the ruler,

scowling at the chief as if he would make him ashamed of his cowardice.

"Then we must all go together," said a third chief, "for if only

a few go, we may find ourselves many times outnumbered and at last be

overcome."

"Every Roly-Rogue in the country shall go!" declared the ruler,

who brooked no opposition when once he had made up his mind to a thing.

On the plain grew a grove of big thorn trees bearing thorns as

long and sharp as swords, so the ruler commanded each of his people to

cut two of the thorns, one for each hand, with which to attack whatever

foes they might meet when they reached the unknown valley. Then, on a

certain day, all the hundreds and thousands of Roly-Rogues that were in

existence assembled upon the edge of their plain and, at the word of

their ruler, hurled themselves down the mountain with terrible cries and

went bounding away toward the peaceful city of Nole.

CHAPTER 16 THE DESCENT OF THE ROLY-ROGUES

King Bud and Princess Fluff were leading very happy and peaceful

lives in their beautiful palace. All wars and dangers seemed at an end,

and there was nothing to disturb their content. All the gold that was

needed the royal pursebearer was able to supply from his overflowing

purse. The gigantic General Tollydob became famous throughout the world,

and no nation dared attack the army of Noland. The talking dog of old

Tallydab made everyone wonder, and people came many miles to see Ruffles

and hear him speak. It was said that all this good fortune had been

brought to Noland by the pretty Princess Fluff, who was a favorite of the

fairies, and the people loved her on this account as well as for her

bright and sunny disposition.

King Bud caused his subjects some little anxiety, to be sure, for

they never could tell what he was liable to do next, except that he was

sure to do something unexpected. But much is forgiven a king, and if Bud

made some pompous old noble-man stand on his head to amuse a mob of

people, he would give him a good dinner afterward and fill his purse with

gold to make up for the indignity. Fluff often reproved her brother for

such pranks, but Bud's soul was flooded with mischief, and it was hard

for him to resist letting a little of the surplus escape now and then.

After all, the people were fairly content and prosperous, and no

one was at all prepared for the disaster soon to overtake them. One day,

while King Bud was playing at ball with some of his courtiers on a field

outside the city gates, the first warning of trouble reached him. Bud

had batted a ball high into the air, and while looking upward for it to

descend, he saw another ball bound from the plain at the top of the North

Mountains, fly into the air, and then sink gradually toward him. As it

approached, it grew bigger and bigger until it assumed mammoth

proportions, and then, while the courtiers screamed in terror, the great

ball struck the field near them, bounced high into the air, and came down

directly upon the sharp point of one of the palace towers, where it stuck

fast with a yell that sounded almost human.

For some moments Bud and his companions were motionless through

surprise and fear, then they rushed into the city and stood among the

crowd of people which had congregated at the foot of the tower to stare

at the big ball impaled upon its point. Once in a while, two arms, two

short legs and head would dart out from the ball and wiggle frantically,

and then the yell would be repeated and the head and limbs withdrawn

swiftly into the ball.

It was all so curious that the people were justified in staring

at it in amazement, for certainly no one had ever seen or heard of a

Roly-Rogue before, or even known such a creature existed. Finally, as no

one else could reach the steeple-top, Aunt Rivette flew into the air and

circled slowly around the ball. When next its head was thrust out, she

called, "Are you a mud turtle or a man?"

"I'll show you which if I get hold of you," answered the

Roly-Rogue fiercely.

"Where did you come from?" asked Aunt Rivette, taking care the

wiggling arms did not grab her.

"That is none of your business," said the Roly-Rogue. "But I

didn't intend to come, that you may depend upon."

"Are you hurt?" she inquired, seeing that the struggles of the

creature made him spin around upon the steeple point like a windmill.

"No, I'm not hurt at all," declared the Roly-Rogue, "but I'd like

to know how to get down."

"What would you do if we helped you to get free?" asked Aunt

Rivette.

"I'd fight every one of those idiots who are laughing at me down

there!" said the creature, its eyes flashing wickedly.

"Then you'd best stay where you are," returned old Rivette, who

flew back to earth again to tell Bud what the Roly-Rogue had said.

"I believe that is the best place for him," said Bud, "so we'll

let him stay where he is. He's not very ornamental, I must say, but he's

very safe up there on top of the steeple."

"We might have him gilded," proposed the old woman, "and then

he'd look better."

"I'll think it over," said the king, and he went away to finish

his ball game.

The people talked and wondered about the queer creature on the

steeple, but no one could say where it came from or what it was; they

were naturally much puzzled. The next day was bright with sunshine, so

early in the forenoon Bud and Fluff had the royal cook fill their baskets

with good things to eat and set out to picnic on the bank of the river

that separated Noland from the kingdom of Ix. They rode ponies to reach

the river sooner than by walking, and their only companions were

Tallydab, the lord high steward, and his talking dog Ruffles.

It was after this picnic party had passed over the mountain and

were securely hidden from anyone in the city of Nole that the ruler of

the Roly-Rogues and his thousands of followers hurled themselves down

from their land above the clouds and began bounding toward the plain

below.

The people first heard a roar that sounded like distant thunder,

and when they looked toward the North Mountains they saw the air black

with tiny bouncing balls that seemed to drop from the drifting clouds

which always had obscured the highest peak. But although appearing small

when first seen, these balls grew rapidly larger as they came nearer, and

then, with sharp reports like pistol shots, they began dropping upon the

plain by dozens and hundreds and then thousands.

As soon as they touched the ground, they bounded upward again,

like rubber balls the children throw upon the floor, but each bound was

less violent than the one preceding it, until finally within the streets

of the city and upon all the fields surrounding it lay the thousands of

Roly-Rogues that had fallen from the mountain peak.

At first they lay still, as if stunned by their swift journey and

collision with the hard earth, but after a few seconds they recovered,

thrust out their heads and limbs, and scrambled upon their flat feet.

Then the savage Roly-Rogues uttered hoarse shouts of joy, for they were

safely arrived at the city they had seen from afar, and the audacious

adventure was a success.

CHAPTER 17 THE CONQUEST OF NOLAND

It would be impossible to describe the amazement of the people of

Nole when the Roly-Rogues came upon them. Not only was the descent

wholly unexpected, but the appearance of the invaders was queer enough to

strike terror to the stoutest heart. Their round bodies were supported

by short, strong legs having broad, flattened feet to keep them steady.

Their arms were short, and the fingers of their hands, while not long,

were very powerful.

But the heads were the most startling portions of these strange

creatures. They were flat and thick on the top, with leathery rolls

around their necks; so that, when the head was drawn in, its upper part

rounded out the surface of the ball. In this peculiar head the

Roly-Rogue had two big eyes as shiny as porcelain, a small, stubby nose,

and a huge mouth. Their strange, leather-like clothing fitted their

bodies closely and was of different colors--green, yellow, red and brown.

Taken altogether, the Roly-Rogues were not pretty to look at, and

although their big eyes gave them a startled or astonished expression,

nothing seemed ever to startle or astonish them in the least. When they

arrived in the valley of Nole, they scrambled to their feet, extended

their long arms with the thorns clasped tight in their talon-like

fingers, and rushed in a furious crowd and with loud cries upon the

terror-stricken people.

The soldiers of Tollydob's brave army had not even time to seize

their weapons, for such a foe coming upon them through the air had never

been dreamed of. And the men of Nole, who might have resisted the enemy,

were too much frightened to do more than tremble violently and gasp with

open mouths. As for the women and children, they fled screaming into the

houses and bolted or locked the doors, which was doubtless the wisest

thing they could have done.

General Tollydob was asleep when the calamity of this invasion

occurred, but hearing the shouts, he ran out of his mansion and met

several of the Roly-Rogues face to face. Without hesitation the brave

general rushed upon them, but two of the creatures promptly rolled

themselves against him from opposite directions so that the ten-foot

giant was crushed between them until there was not a particle of breath

left in his body. No sooner did these release him than two other

Roly-Rogues rolled toward him; but Tollydob was not to be caught twice,

so he gave a mighty jump and jumped right over their heads, with the

result that the balls crashed against each other.

This made the two Roly-Rogues so angry that they began to fight

each other savagely, and the general started to run away. But other foes

rolled after him, knocked him down and stuck their thorns into him until

he yelled for mercy and promised to become their slave.

Tullydub, the chief counselor, watched all this from his window,

and it frightened him so greatly that he crawled under his bed and hid,

hoping the creatures would not find him. But their big, round eyes were

sharp at discovering things, so the Roly-Rogues had not been in

Tullydub's room two minutes before he was dragged from beneath his bed

and prodded with thorns until he promised obedience to his conquerors.

The lord high pursebearer at the first alarm dug a hole in the

garden of the royal palace and buried his purse so no one could find it

but himself. But he might have saved himself this trouble, for the

Roly-Rogues knew nothing of money or its uses, being accustomed to

seizing whatever they desired without a thought of rendering payment for

it. Having buried his purse, old Tillydib gave himself up to the

invaders as their prisoner, and this saved him the indignity of being

conquered.

The lord high executioner may really be credited with making the

only serious fight of the day, for when the Roly-Rogues came upon him,

Tellydeb seized his ax, and before the enemy could come near, he reached

out his long arm and cleverly sliced the heads off several of their round

bodies. The others paused for a moment, being unused to such warfare and

not understanding how an arm could reach so far.

But seeing their heads were in danger, about a hundred of the

creatures formed themselves into balls and rolled upon the executioner in

a straight line, hoping to crush him. They could not see what happened

after they began to roll, their heads being withdrawn, but Tellydeb

watched them speed toward him and stepping aside, he aimed a strong blow

with his ax at the body of the first Roly-Rogue that passed him. Instead

of cutting the rubber-like body, the ax bounded back and flew from

Tellydeb's hand into the air, falling farther away than the long arm of

the executioner could reach. Therefore he was left helpless and was wise

enough to surrender without further resistance.

Finding no one else to resist them, the Roly-Rogues contented

themselves with bounding against the terrorized people, great and humble

alike, and knocking them over, laughing boisterously at the figures

sprawling in the mud of the streets. And then they would prick the

bodies of the men with their sharp thorns, making them spring to their

feet again with shrieks of fear, only to be bowled over again the next

minute.

But the monsters soon grew weary of this amusement, for they were

anxious to explore the city they had so successfully invaded. They

flocked into the palace and public buildings and gazed eagerly at the

many beautiful and, to them, novel things that were found. The mirrors

delighted them, and they fought one another for the privilege of standing

before the glasses to admire the reflections of their horrid bodies.

They could not sit in the chairs, for the round bodies would not

fit them; neither could the Roly-Rogues understand the use of beds. For

when they rested or slept, the creatures merely withdrew their limbs and

heads, rolled over upon their backs, and slept soundly no matter where

they might be.

The shops were all entered and robbed of their wares, the

Roly-Rogues wantonly destroying all that they could not use. They were

like ostriches in eating anything that looked attractive to them; one of

the monsters swallowed several pretty glass beads, and some of the more

inquisitive of them invaded the grocery shops and satisfied their

curiosity by tasting of nearly everything in sight. It was funny to see

their wry faces when they sampled the salt and vinegar.

Presently the entire city was under the dominion of the

Roly-Rogues, who forced the unhappy people to wait upon them and amuse

them; and if any hesitated to obey their commands, the monsters would

bump against them, pull their hair, and make them suffer most miserably.

Aunt Rivette was in her room at the top of the palace when the

Roly-Rogues invaded the city of Nole. At first she was as much

frightened as the others, but she soon remembered she could escape the

creatures by flying, so she quietly watched them from the windows. By

and by, as they explored the palace, they came to Aunt Rivette's room and

broke in the door, but the old woman calmly stepped out of her window

upon a little iron balcony, spread her great wings, and flew away before

the Roly-Rogues could catch her.

Then she soared calmly through the air, and having remembered that

Bud and Fluff had gone to the river on a picnic, she flew swiftly in that

direction and before long came to where the children and old Tallydab

were eating their luncheon, while the dog Ruffles, who was in good

spirits, sang a comic song to amuse them.

They were much surprised to see Aunt Rivette flying toward them,

but when she alighted and told Bud that his kingdom had been conquered by

the Roly-Rogues and all his people enslaved, the little party was so

astonished that they stared at one another in speechless amazement. "Oh,

Bud, what shall we do?" finally asked Fluff in distress.

"Don't know," said Bud, struggling to swallow a large piece of

sandwich that in his excitement had stuck fast in his throat.

"One thing is certain," remarked Aunt Rivette, helping herself to

a slice of cake, "our happy lives are now ruined forever. We should be

foolish to remain here, and the sooner we escape to some other country

where the Roly-Rogues cannot find us, the safer we shall be."

"But why run away?" asked Bud. "Can't something else be done?

Here, Tallydab, you're one of my counselors. What do you say about this

affair?"

Now the lord high steward was a deliberate old fellow, and before

he replied he dusted the crumbs from his lap, filled and lighted his long

pipe, and smoked several whiffs in a thoughtful manner. "It strikes me,"

said he at last, "that by means of the Princess Fluff's magic cloak we

can either destroy or scatter these rascally invaders and restore the

kingdom to peace and prosperity."

"Sure enough!" replied Bud. "Why didn't we think of that

before?"

"You will have to make the wish, Bud," said Fluff, "for all the

rest of us have wished, and you have not made yours yet."

"All right," answered the king. "If I must, I must. But I'm

sorry I have to do it now, for I was saving my wish for something else."

"But where's the cloak?" asked the dog, rudely breaking into the

conversation. "You can't wish without the cloak."

"The cloak is locked up in a drawer in my room at the palace,"

said Fluff.

"And our enemies have possession of the palace," continued

Tallydab gloomily. "Was there ever such ill luck!"

"Never mind," said Aunt Rivette. "I'll fly back and get it.

That is, if the Roly-Rogues have not already broken open the drawer and

discovered the cloak."

"Please go at once, then!" exclaimed Fluff. "Here is the key."

And she unfastened it from the chain at her neck and handed it to her

aunt. "But be careful, whatever you do, that those horrible creatures do

not catch you."

"I'm not afraid," said Aunt Rivette confidently. And taking the

key, the old lady at once flew away in the direction of the city of Nole,

promising to return very soon.

CHAPTER 18 THE BRAVERY OF AUNT RIVETTE

The Roly-Rogues were so busy rioting that they did not look into

the air and discover Aunt Rivette flying over the city. So she alighted,

all unobserved, upon a balcony of the palace just outside the chamber of

the Princess Fluff and succeeded in entering the room. The creatures had

ransacked this apartment as they had every other part of the royal

palace, and Fluff's pretty dresses and ornaments were strewn about in

dreadful confusion. But the drawer in which rested the magic cloak was

still locked, and in a few moments the old woman had the precious garment

in her hands.

It was, as we know, the imitation cloak Queen Zixi had made and

exchanged for the real one, but so closely did it resemble the fairy

cloak that Aunt Rivette had no idea she was carrying a useless garment

back to her little niece and nephew. On the contrary, she thought to

herself, "Now we can quickly dispose of these monstrous rogues and drive

them back to their own country."

Hearing someone moving about in the next room, she ran to the

window and soon was flying away with the cloak to the place where she had

left Bud and Fluff. "Good!" cried the lord high steward when he saw the

cloak. "Now we have nothing more to fear. Put on your cloak, your

Majesty, and make the wish."

Bud threw the cloak over his shoulders. "What shall I wish?" he

asked.

"Let me see," answered Tallydab. "What we want is to get rid of

these invaders. Wish them all in the kingdom of Ix."

"Oh, no!" cried Fluff. "It would be wicked to injure Queen Zixi

and her people. Let us wish the Roly-Rogues back where they came from."

"That would be folly!" said the dog Ruffles with an accent of

scorn. "For they could easily return again to our city of Nole, having

once learned the way there."

"That is true," agreed Aunt Rivette. "The safest thing to do is

to wish them all dead."

"But it would be an awful job to bury so many great balls,"

objected Bud. "It would keep all our people busy for a month at least."

"Why not wish them dead and buried?" asked Ruffles. "Then they

would be out of the way for good and all."

"A capital idea!" responded Tallydab.

"But I haven't seen these curious creatures yet," said Bud, "and

if I now wish them all dead and buried, I shall never get a glimpse of

one of them. So let's walk boldly into the city, and when they appear to

interfere with us, I'll make the wish and the Roly-Rogues will instantly

disappear."

So the entire party returned to the city of Nole; Bud and Fluff

riding their ponies, Aunt Rivette fluttering along beside them, and the

lord high steward walking behind with his dog. The Roly-Rogues were so

much surprised to see this little party boldly entering the streets of the

city and showing no particle of fear of them that they at first made no

offer to molest them. Even when Bud roared with laughter at their queer

appearance and called them "mud-turtles" and "footballs" they did not

resent the insults, for they had never heard of either a turtle or a

football before.

When the party had reached the palace and the children had

dismounted, Bud laughed yet louder, for the gigantic General Tollydob

came to the kitchen door wearing an apron while he polished a big

dishpan, the Roly-Rogues having made him a scullion.

The ruler of the Roly-Rogues was suffering from a tooth-ache, so

he had rolled himself into a ball and made old Tullydub, the lord high

counselor, rock him gently as he lay upon his back, just as one would

rock a baby's cradle. Jikki was scratching the back of another

Roly-Rogue with a sharp garden rake, while Jikki's six servants stood in

a solemn row at his back. They would do anything for Jikki, but they

would not lift a finger to serve anyone else, so the old valet had to do

the scratching unaided.

These six young men had proved a great puzzle to the Roly-Rogues,

for they found it impossible to touch them or injure them in any way; so,

after several vain attempts to conquer them, they decided to leave

Jikki's servants alone. The lord high pursebearer was waving a fan to

keep the flies off two of the slumbering monsters, and the lord high

executioner was feeding another Roly-Rogue with soup from a great ladle,

the creature finding much amusement in being fed in this manner.

King Bud, feeling sure of making all his enemies disappear with a

wish, found rare sport in watching his periwigged counselors thus serving

their captors; so he laughed and made fun of them until the Roly-Rogue

ruler stuck out his head and commanded the boy to run away. "Why, you

ugly rascals, I'm the King of Noland," replied Bud, "so you'd better show

me proper respect."

With that he picked up a good-sized pebble and threw it at the

ruler. It struck him just over his aching tooth, and with a roar of anger

the Roly-Rogue bounded toward Bud and his party. The assault was so

sudden that they had much ado to scramble out of the way, and as soon as

Bud could escape the rush of the huge ball, he turned squarely around and

shouted, "I wish every one of the Roly-Rogues dead and buried!"

Hearing this and seeing that the king wore the magic cloak, all

the high counselors at once raised a joyful shout, and Fluff and Bud

gazed upon the Roly-Rogues expectantly, thinking that of course they

would disappear. But Zixi's cloak had no magic powers whatever; and now

dozens of the Roly-Rogues, aroused to anger, bounded toward Bud's little

party.

I am sure the result would have been terrible had not Aunt

Rivette suddenly come to the children's rescue. She threw one lean arm

around Bud and the other around Fluff, and then, quickly fluttering her

wings, she flew with them to the roof of the palace, which they reached

in safety. The lord high steward and his dog went down before the rush,

and the next moment old Tallydab was crying loudly for mercy, while

Ruffles limped away to a safe spot beneath a bench under an apple tree,

howling at every step and shouting angry epithets at the Roly-Rogues.

"I wonder what's wrong with the cloak," gasped Bud. "The old

thing's a fraud; it didn't work."

"Something went wrong, that's certain," replied Fluff. "You're

sure you hadn't wished before, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm sure," said Bud.

"Perhaps," said Aunt Rivette, "the fairies have no power over

these horrible creatures."

"That must be it, of course," said the princess. "But what shall

we do now? Our country is entirely conquered by these monsters, so it

isn't a safe place for us to stay in."

"I believe I can carry you anywhere you'd like to go," said Aunt

Rivette. "You're not so very heavy."

"Suppose we go to Queen Zixi and ask her to protect us?" the

princess suggested.

"That's all right if she doesn't bear us a grudge. You know we

knocked out her whole army," remarked Bud.

"Quavo the minstrel says she is very beautiful and kind to her

people," said the girl.

"Well, there's no one else we can trust," Bud answered gloomily,

"so we may as well try Zixi. But if you drop either of us on the way,

Aunt Rivette, I'll have to call in the lord high executioner."

"Never fear," said the old woman. "If I drop you, you'll never

know what has happened. So each one of you put an arm around my neck and

cling tight and I'll soon carry you over the mountain and the river into

the kingdom of Ix."

CHAPTER 19 IN THE PALACE OF THE WITCH-QUEEN

Bud and Fluff were surprised at the magnificence of the city of

Ix. The witch-queen had reigned there so many centuries that she found

plenty of time to carry out her ideas; and the gardens, shrubbery and

buildings were beautifully planned and cared for. The splendid palace of

the queen was in the center of a delightful park, with white marble walks

leading up to the front door. Aunt Rivette landed the children at the

entrance to this royal park, and they walked slowly toward the palace,

admiring the gleaming white statues, the fountains and flowers as they

went.

It was beginning to grow dusk, and the lights were gleaming in

the palace windows when they reached it. Dozens of liveried servants

were standing near the entrance, and some of these escorted the strangers

with much courtesy to a reception room. There a gray-haired master of

ceremonies met them and asked in what way he might serve them.

This politeness almost took Bud's breath away, for he had

considered Queen Zixi in the light of an enemy rather than a friend; but

he decided not to sail under false colors, so he drew himself up in royal

fashion and answered, "I am King Bud of Noland, and this is my sister,

Princess Fluff and my Aunt Rivette. My kingdom has been conquered by a

horde of monsters, and I have come to the Queen of Ix to ask her

assistance."

The master of ceremonies bowed low and said, "I am sure Queen

Zixi will be glad to assist your Majesty. Permit me to escort you to

rooms that you may prepare for an interview with her as soon as she can

receive you." So they were led to luxurious chambers and were supplied

with perfumed baths and clean rainment, which proved very refreshing

after their tedious journey through the air.

It was now evening, and when they were ushered into the queen's

reception room, the palace was brilliantly lighted. Zixi, since her

great disappointment in the lilac grove, had decided that her longing to

behold a beautiful reflection in her mirror was both impossible and

foolish, so she had driven the desire from her heart and devoted herself

to ruling her kingdom wisely as she had ruled before the idea of stealing

the magic cloak had taken possession of her. And when her mind was in

normal condition, the witch-queen was very sweet and agreeable in

disposition.

So Queen Zixi greeted Bud and his sister and aunt with great

kindness, kissing Fluff affectionately upon her cheek and giving her own

hand to Bud to kiss. It is not strange that the children considered her

the most beautiful person they had ever beheld, and to them she was as

gentle as beautiful, listening with much interest to their tale of the

invasion of the Roly-Rogues and promising to assist them by every means

in her power.

This made Bud somewhat ashamed of his past enmity, so he said

bluntly, "I am sorry we defeated your army and made them run."

"Why, that was the only thing you could do when I had invaded

your dominion," answered Zixi. "I admit that you were in the right, and

that I deserved my defeat."

"But why did you try to conquer us?" asked Fluff.

"Because I wanted to secure the magic cloak, of which I had heard

so much," returned the queen frankly.

"Oh!" said the girl.

"But of course, you understand that if I had known the magic

cloak could not grant any more wishes I would not have been so eager to

secure it," continued Zixi.

"No," said Bud. "The old thing won't work any more, and we

nearly got captured by the Roly-Rogues before we found it out."

"Oh, have you the cloak again?" asked Zixi with a look of

astonishment.

"Yes indeed," returned the prisoner. "It was locked up in my

drawer, and Aunt Rivette managed to get it for me before the Roly-Rogues

could find it."

"Locked in your drawer?" repeated the queen musingly. "Then I am

sorry to say you have not the fairy cloak at all, but the imitation one."

"What do you mean?" asked Fluff, greatly surprised.

"Why, I must make a confession," said Zixi with a laugh. "I

tried many ways to steal your magic cloak. First I came to Nole as 'Miss

Trust.' Do you remember?"

"Oh yes!" cried Fluff. "And I mistrusted you from the first."

"And then I sent my army to capture the cloak. But when both of

these plans failed, I disguised myself as the girl Adlena!"

"Adlena!" exclaimed the princess. "Why, I've often wondered what

became of my maid Adlena and why she left me so suddenly and

mysteriously."

"Well, she exchanged an imitation cloak for the one the fairies

had given you," said Zixi with a smile. "And then she ran away with the

precious garment, leaving in your drawer a cloak that resembled the magic

garment but had no magical charms."

"How dreadful!" said Fluff.

"But it did me no good," went on the queen sadly, "for when I

made a wish the cloak could not grant it."

"Because it was stolen!" cried the girl eagerly. "The fairy who

gave it to me said that if the cloak was stolen, it would never grant a

wish to the thief."

"Oh," said Zixi, astonished. "I did not know that."

"Of course not," Fluff replied with a rather triumphant smile.

"But if you had only come to me and told me frankly that you wanted to

use the cloak, I would gladly have lent it to you, and then you could

have had your wish."

"Well, well!" said Zixi, much provoked with herself. "To think I

have been so wicked all for nothing when I might have succeeded without

the least trouble had I frankly asked for what I wanted!"

"But see here!" said Bud, beginning to understand the tangle of

events. "I must have worn the imitation cloak when I made my wish, and

that was the reason that my wish didn't come true."

"To be sure," rejoined Fluff. "And so it is nothing but the

imitation cloak we have brought here."

"No wonder it would not destroy and bury the Roly-Rogues!"

declared the boy sulkily. "But if this is the imitation, where then is

the real magic cloak?"

"Why, I believe I left it in the lilac grove," replied Zixi.

"Then we must find it at once," said Bud, "for only by its aid can

we get rid of those Roly-Rogues."

"And afterward I will gladly lend it to you also; I promise now to

lend it to you," said Fluff, turning to the queen, "and your wish will be

fulfilled after all--whatever it may be."

This expression of kindness and good will brought great joy to

Zixi, and she seized the generous child in her arms and kissed her with

real gratitude. "We will start for the lilac grove tomorrow morning,"

she exclaimed delightedly, "and before night both King Bud and I will

have our wishes fulfilled!"

Then the witch-queen led them to her royal banquet hall, where a

most delightful dinner was served. And all the courtiers and officers of

Zixi bowed low, first before the King of Noland and then before his sweet

little sister, and promised them the friendship of the entire kingdom of

Ix.

Quavo the wandering minstrel chanced to be present that evening,

and he sang a complimentary song about King Bud, and a wonderful song

about the "Flying Lady," meaning Aunt Rivette, and a beautiful song about

the lovely Princess Fluff.

So everyone was happy and contented as they all looked forward to

the morrow to regain the magic cloak and by its means to bring an end to

all their worries.

CHAPTER 20 THE SEARCH FOR THE MAGIC CLOAK

The sun had scarcely risen next morning when our friends left the

city of Ix in search of the magic cloak. All were mounted on strong

horses with a dozen soldiers riding behind to protect them from harm,

while the royal steward of the witch-queen followed with two donkeys

laden with hampers of provisions from which to feed the travelers on

their way.

It was a long journey to the wide river, but they finally reached

it and engaged the ferryman to take them across. The ferryman did not

like to visit the other shore, which was in the kingdom of Noland, for

several of the Roly-Rogues had already been seen upon the mountaintop.

But the guard of soldiers reassured the man, so he rowed his big boat

across with the entire party and set them safely on the shore. The

ferryman's little daughter was in the boat, but she was not sobbing

today. On the contrary, her face was all smiles. "Do you not still wish

to be a man?" asked Zixi, patting the child's head.

"No indeed!" answered the little maid. "For I have discovered

all men must work very hard to support their wives and children and to

buy them food and rainment. So I have changed my mind about becoming a

man, especially as that would be impossible."

It was not far from the ferry to the grove of lilacs, and as they

rode along, Zixi saw the gray old owl sitting contentedly in a tree and

pruning (sic) its feathers. "Are you no longer wailing because you

cannot swim in the river?" asked the witch-queen, speaking in the owl

language.

"No indeed," answered the gray owl. "For, as I watched a fish

swimming in the water, a man caught it on a sharp hook, and the fish was

killed. I believe I'm safer in a tree."

"I believe so, too," said Zixi, and rode along more thoughtfully,

for she remembered her own desire and wondered if it would also prove

foolish. Just as they left the riverbank, she noticed the old alligator

sunning himself happily upon the bank. "Have you ceased weeping because

you cannot climb a tree?" asked the witch-queen.

"Of course," answered the alligator, opening one eye to observe

his questioner. "For a boy climbed a tree near me yesterday and fell out

of it and broke his leg. It is quite foolish to climb trees. I'm sure I

am safer in the water." Zixi made no reply, but she agreed with the

alligator, who called after her sleepily, "Isn't it fortunate we cannot

have everything we are stupid enough to wish for?"

Shortly afterward they left the riverbank and approached the

lilac grove, the witch-queen riding first through the trees to show the

place where she had dropped the magic cloak. She knew it was near the

little spring where she had gazed at her reflection in the water, but

although they searched over every inch of ground, they could discover no

trace of the lost cloak. "It is really too bad!" exclaimed Zixi with

vexation. "Someone must have come through the grove and taken the cloak

away."

"But we must find it," said Bud earnestly, "for otherwise I shall

not be able to rescue my people from the Roly-Rogues."

"Let us inquire of everyone we meet if they have seen the cloak,"

suggested Princess Fluff. "In that way we may discover who has taken

it."

So they made a camp on the edge of the grove, and for two days

they stopped and questioned all who passed that way. But none had ever

seen or heard of a cloak like that described. Finally an old shepherd

came along, hobbling painfully after a flock of sheep, for he suffered

much from rheumatism. "We have lost a beautiful cloak in the lilac

grove," said Zixi to the shepherd.

"When did you lose it?" asked the old man, pausing to lean upon

his stick.

"Several days ago," returned the queen. "It was bright as the

rainbow and woven with threads finer than--"

"I know, I know!" interrupted the shepherd. "For I myself found

it lying upon the ground beneath the lilac trees."

"Hurrah!" cried Bud gleefully. "At last we have found it!" And

all the others were fully as delighted as he was.

"But where have you put the cloak?" inquired Zixi.

"Why, I gave it to Dame Dingle, who lives under the hill yonder,"

replied the man, pointing far away over the fields, "and she gave me in

exchange some medicine for my rheumatism, which has made the pain

considerably worse. So today I threw the bottle into the river."

They did not pause to listen further to the shepherd's talk, for

all were now intent on reaching the cottage of Dame Dingle. So the

soldiers saddled the horses, and in a few minutes they were galloping

away toward the hill. It was a long ride over rough ground, but finally

they came near the hill and saw a tiny, tumbledown cottage just at its

foot. Hastily dismounting, Bud, Fluff and the queen rushed into the

cottage, where a wrinkled old woman was bent nearly double over a crazy

quilt upon which she was sewing patches.

"Where is the cloak?" cried the three in a breath.

The woman did not raise her head, but counted her stitches in a

slow, monotonous tone. "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen--"

"Where is the magic cloak?" demanded Zixi, stamping her foot

impatiently.

"Nineteen--" said Dame Dingle slowly. "There! I've broken my

needle!"

"Answer us at once!" commanded Bud sternly. "Where is the magic

cloak?"

The woman paid no attention to him whatever. She carefully

selected a new needle, threaded it after several attempts, and began anew

to stitch the patch. "Twenty!" she mumbled in a low voice. "Twenty-one--"

But now Zixi snatched the work from her hands and exclaimed, "If

you do not answer at once, I will give you a good beating!"

"That is all right," said the dame, looking up at them through

her spectacles. "The patches take twenty-one stitches on each side, and

if I lose my count I get mixed up. But it's all right now. What do you

want?"

"The cloak the old shepherd gave you," replied the queen sharply.

"The pretty cloak with the bright colors?" asked the dame calmly.

"Yes! Yes!" answered the three excitedly.

"Why, that very patch I was sewing was cut from the cloak," said

Dame Dingle. "Isn't it lovely? And it brightens the rest of the crazy

quilt beautifully."

"Do you mean that you have cut up my magic cloak?" asked Fluff in

amazement, while the others were too horrified to speak.

"Certainly," said the woman. "The cloak was too fine for me to

wear, and I needed something bright in my crazy quilt. So I cut up half

of the cloak and made patches of it."

The witch-queen gave a gasp and sat down suddenly upon a rickety

bench. Princess Fluff walked to the door and stood looking out, that the

others might not see the tears of disappointment in her eyes. Bud alone

stood scowling in front of the old dame, and presently he said to her in

a harsh tone, "You ought to be smothered with your own crazy quilt for

daring to cut up the fairy cloak!"

"The fairy cloak!" echoed Dame Dingle. "What do you mean?"

"That cloak was a gift to my sister from the fairies," said Bud,

"and it had a magic charm. Aren't you afraid the fairies will punish you

for what you have done?"

Dame Dingle was greatly dismayed. "How could I know it?" she

asked anxiously. "How could I know it was a magic cloak that old Edi

gave to me?"

"Well, it was, and woven by the fairies themselves," retorted the

boy. "And a whole nation is in danger because you have wickedly cut it

up."

Dame Dingle tried to cry to show that she was sorry and so escape

punishment. She put her apron over her face and rocked back and forth

and made an attempt to squeeze a tear out of her eyes. Suddenly Zixi

jumped up. "Why, it isn't so bad after all!" she exclaimed. "We can sew

the cloak together again!"

"Of course!" said Fluff, coming from the doorway. "Why didn't we

think of that at once?"

"Where is the rest of the cloak?" demanded Zixi. Dame Dingle

went to a chest and drew forth the half of the cloak that had not been

cut up. There was no doubt about its being the magic cloak. The golden

thread Queen Lulea had woven could be seen plainly in the web, and the

brilliant colors were as fresh and lovely as ever. But the flowing skirt

of the cloak had been ruthlessly hacked by Dame Dingle's shears and

presented a sorry plight.

"Get us the patches you have cut!" commanded Zixi, and without a

word the dame drew from her basket five small squares and then ripped

from the crazy quilt the one she had just sewn on.

"But this isn't enough," said Fluff when she had spread the cloak

upon the floor and matched the pieces. "Where is the rest of the cloak?"

"Why, why," stammered Dame Dingle with hesitation. "I gave them

away."

"Gave them away! Who got them?" said Bud.

"Why, some friends of mine were here from the village last

evening, and we traded patches so each of us would have a variety for our

crazy quilts."

"Well?"

"And I gave each of them one of the patches from the pretty

cloak."

"Well, you are a ninny!" declared Bud scornfully.

"Yes, your Majesty, I believe I am," answered Dame Dingle meekly.

"We must go to the village and gather up those pieces," said

Zixi. "Can you tell us the names of your friends?" she asked the woman.

"Of course," responded Dame Dingle. "They were Nancy Nink, Betty

Barx, Sally Sog, Molly Mitt, and Lucy Lum."

"Before we go the village, let us make Dame Dingle sew these

portions of the cloak together," suggested Fluff.

The dame was good enough to do this, and she threaded her needle

at once. So deft and fine was her needlework that she mended the cloak

most beautifully so that from a short distance away no one could discover

that the cloak had been darned. But a great square was still missing

from the front, and our friends were now eager to hasten to the village.

"This will cause us some delay," said the witch-queen more

cheerfully, "but the cloak will soon be complete again, and then we can

have our wishes."

Fluff took the precious cloak over her arm, and then they all

mounted their horses and rode away toward the village, which Dame Dingle

pointed out from her doorway. Zixi was sorry for the old creature, who

had been more foolish than wicked; and the witch-queen left a bright gold

piece in the woman's hand when she bade her goodbye, which was worth more

to Dame Dingle than three pretty cloaks.

The ground was boggy and uneven, so they were forced to ride

slowly to the little village, but they arrived there at last and began

hunting for the old women who had received pieces of the magic cloak.

They were easily found, and all seemed willing enough to give up their

patches when the importance of the matter was explained to them. At the

witch-queen's suggestion, each woman fitted her patch to the cloak and

sewed it on very neatly, but Lucy Lum, the last of the five, said to the

them, "This is only half of the patch Dame Dingle gave me. The other

part I gave to the miller's wife down in the valley where the river

bends. But I'm sure she will be glad to let you have it. See--it only

requires that small piece to complete the cloak and make it as good as

new."

It was true--the magic cloak, except for a small square at the

bottom, was now complete, and such skillful needlewomen were these

crazy-quilt makers that it was difficult to tell where it had been cut

and afterward mended. But the miller's wife must now be seen, so they

all remounted the horses again except Aunt Rivette, who grumbled that so

much riding made her bones rattle and that she preferred to fly. Which

she did, frightening the horses to such an extent with her wings that Bud

made her keep well in advance of them.

They were all in good spirits now, for soon the magic cloak,

almost as good as new, would be again in their possession, and Fluff and

Bud had been greatly worried over the fate of their friends who had been

left to the mercy of the terrible Roly-Rogues. The path ran in a zigzag

direction down into the valley, but at length it led the party to the

mill, where old Rivette was found sitting in the doorway awaiting them.

The miller's wife, when summoned, came to them drying her hands

on her apron, for she had been washing the dishes. "We want to get the

bright-colored patch Lucy Lum gave you," explained Fluff, "for it was

part of my magic cloak, which the fairies gave to me, and this is the

place where it must be sewn to complete the garment." And she showed the

woman the cloak with the square missing.

"I see," said the miller's wife, nodding her head, "and I am very

sorry I cannot give you the piece to complete your cloak. But the fact

is, I considered it too pretty for my crazy quilt, so I gave it to my son

for a necktie."

"And where is your son?" demanded Zixi.

"Oh, he is gone to sea, for he is a sailor. By this time he is

far away upon the ocean."

Bud, Fluff and the witch-queen looked at one another in despair.

This seemed, indeed, to destroy all their hopes, for the one portion of

the cloak that they needed was far beyond their reach. Nothing remained

but for them to return to Zixi's palace and await the time when the

miller's son should return from his voyage. But before they went, the

queen said to the woman, "When he returns, you may tell your son that if

he will bring to me the necktie you gave him, I will give him in return

fifty gold pieces."

"And I will give him fifty more," said Bud promptly.

"And I will give him enough ribbon to make fifty neckties," added

Fluff.

The miller's wife was delighted at the prospect. "Thank you!

Thank you!" she exclaimed. "My boy's fortune is made. He can now marry

Imogene Gubb and settle down on a farm and give up the sea forever! And

his neckties will be the envy of all the men in the country. As soon as

he returns, I will send him to you with the bit of the cloak which you

need."

But Zixi was so anxious that nothing might happen to prevent the

miller's son from returning the necktie that she left two of her soldiers

at the mill with instructions to bring the man to her palace the instant

he returned home.

As they rode away, they were all very despondent over the ill

luck of their journey. "He may be drowned at sea," said Bud.

"Or he may lose the necktie on the voyage," said Fluff.

"Oh, a thousand things MIGHT happen," returned the queen, "but we

need not make ourselves unhappy imagining them. Let us hope the miller's

son will soon return and restore to us the missing patch." Which showed

that Zixi had not lived six hundred and eighty-three years without

gaining some wisdom.

CHAPTER 21 RUFFLES CARRIES THE SILVER VIAL

When they were back at the witch-queen's palace in the city of Ix,

the queen insisted that Bud and Fluff with their Aunt Rivette should

remain her guests until the cloak could be restored to its former

complete state. And for fear something else might happen to the precious

garment, a silver chest was placed in Princess Fluff's room and the magic

cloak safely locked therein, the key being carried upon the chain around

the girl's neck.

But their plans to wait patiently were soon interfered with by

the arrival at Zixi's court of the talking dog, Ruffles, which had with

much difficulty escaped from the Roly-Rogues. Ruffles brought to them so

sad and harrowing a tale of the sufferings of the five high counselors

and all the people of Noland at the hands of the fierce Roly-Rogues that

Princess Fluff wept bitterly for her friends, and Bud became so cross and

disagreeable that even Zixi was provoked with him.

"Something really must be done," declared the queen. "I'll brew

a magical mess in my witch kettle tonight and see if I can find a way to

destroy those detestable Roly-Rogues."

Indeed, she feared the creatures would some day find their way

into Ix, so when all the rest of those in the palace were sound asleep,

Zixi worked her magic spell, and from the imps she summoned she obtained

advice how to act in order to get rid of the Roly-Rogues. Next morning

she questioned Ruffles carefully. "What do the Roly-Rogues eat?" she

asked.

"Everything," said the dog, "for they have no judgment and

consume buttons and hairpins as eagerly as they do food. But there is

one thing they are really fond of, and that is soup. They oblige old

Tollydob, the lord high general who works in the palace kitchen, to make

them a kettle of soup every morning, and this they all eat as if they

were half starving."

"Very good!" exclaimed the witch-queen with pleasure. "I think I

see a way of ridding all Noland of these monsters. Here is a Silver Vial

filled with a magic liquid. I will tie it around your neck, and you must

return to the city of Nole and carry the vial to Tollydob, the lord high

general. Tell him that on Thursday morning, when he makes the kettle of

soup, he must put the contents of the vial into the compound. But let no

one taste it afterward except the Roly-Rogues."

"And what then?" asked Ruffles curiously.

"Then I will myself take charge of the monsters, and I have

reason to believe the good citizens of Noland will no longer find

themselves slaves."

"All right," said the dog. "I will do as you bid me, for I long

to free my master and have revenge on the Roly-Rogues."

So Queen Zixi tied the Silver Vial to the dog's neck by means of

a broad ribbon, and he started at once to return to Nole. And when he

had gone, the queen summoned all her generals and bade them assemble the

entire army and prepare to march into Noland again. Only this time,

instead of being at enmity with the people of Noland, the army of Ix was

to march to their relief, and instead of bearing swords and spears, each

man bore a coil of strong rope. "For," said Zixi, "swords and spears are

useless where the Roly-Rogues are concerned, as nothing can pierce their

tough, rubber-like bodies. And more nations have been conquered by

cunning than by force of arms."

Bud and Fluff, not knowing what the witch-queen meant to do, were

much disturbed by these preparations to march upon the Roly-Rogues. The

monsters had terrified them so greatly that they dreaded to meet with

them again, and Bud declared that the safest plan was to remain in Zixi's

kingdom and await the coming of the miller's son with the necktie.

"But," remonstrated Zixi, "in the meantime your people are

suffering terribly."

"I know," said Bud, "and it nearly drives me frantic to think of

it. But they will be no better off if we try to fight the Roly-Rogues and

are ourselves made slaves."

"Why not try the magic cloak as it is," suggested the little

princess, "and see if it won't grant wishes as before? There's only a

small piece missing, and it may not make any difference with the power

the fairies gave to it."

"Hooray!" shouted Bud. "That's a good idea. It's a magic cloak

just the same, even if there is a chunk cut out of it."

Zixi agreed that it was worth a trial, so the cloak was taken

from the silver casket and brought into the queen's reception room. "Let

us try it on one of your maids of honor first," said Fluff, "and if it

grants her wish, we will know the cloak has lost none of its magic

powers. Then you and Bud may both make your wishes."

"Very well," returned the queen, and she summoned one of her

maids.

"I am going to give you my cloak," said the princess to the maid,

"and while you wear it, you must make a wish."

She threw the cloak over the girl's shoulders and after a

moment's thought, the maid said, "I wish for a bushel of candies."

"Fudge!" said Bud scornfully.

"No, all kinds of candies," answered the maid of honor. But

although they watched her intently, the wish failed absolutely, for no

bushel of candies appeared in sight.

"Let us try it again," suggested Fluff while the others wore

disappointed expressions. "It was a foolish wish anyhow, and perhaps the

fairies did not care to grant it."

So another maid was called and given the cloak to wear. "And may

I wish for anything I desire?" she asked eagerly.

"Of course," answered the princess, "but as you can have but one

wish, you must choose something sensible."

"Oh, I will," declared the maid. "I wish I had yellow hair and

blue eyes."

"Why did you wish that?" asked Fluff angrily, for the girl had

pretty brown hair and eyes.

"Because the young man I am going to marry says he likes blondes

better than brunettes," answered the maid, blushing.

But her hair did not change its color, for all the wish, and the

maid said, with evident disappointment, "Your magic cloak seems to be a

fraud."

"It does not grant foolish wishes," returned the princess as she

dismissed her.

When the maid had gone, Zixi asked, "Well, are you satisfied?"

"Yes," acknowledged Fluff. "The cloak will not grant wishes

unless it is complete. We must wait for the sailorman's necktie."

"Then my army shall march tomorrow morning," said the queen, and

she went away to give the order to her generals.

CHAPTER 22 THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONSTERS

It was Tuesday when the army of Ix started upon its second march

into Noland. With it were the witch-queen, King Bud, Princess Fluff, and

Aunt Rivette. At evening they encamped on the bank of the river, and on

Wednesday the army was ferried across and marched up the side of the

mountain that separated them from the valley of Noland. By night they

had reached the summit of the mountain, but they did not mount upon the

ridge for fear they might be seen by the Roly-Rogues.

Zixi commanded them all to remain quietly behind the ridge, and

they lighted no fires and spoke only in whispers. And although so many

thousands of men lay close to the valley of Noland, not a sound came from

them to warn the monsters that an enemy was near. Thursday morning

dawned bright and pleasant, and as soon as the sun was up, the

Roly-Rogues came crowding around the palace kitchen demanding that old

Tollydob hurry the preparation of their soup.

This the general did, trembling in spite of his ten feet of

stature, for if they were kept waiting, the monsters were liable to prod

his flesh with their thorns. But Tollydob did not forget to empty the

contents of the Silver Vial into the soup as the dog Ruffles had told him

to do, and soon it was being ladled out to the Roly-Rogues by Jikki, the

four high counselors, and a dozen other enslaved officers of King Bud.

And the dog Ruffles ran through the city, crying to every Roly-Rogue he

met, "Hurry and get your soup before it is gone. It is especially good

this morning!"

So every Roly-Rogue in the valley hurried to the palace kitchen

for soup, and there were so many that it was noon before the last was

served, while these became so impatient that they abused their slaves in

a sad manner. Yet even while the last were eating, those who had earlier

partaken of the soup lay around the palace asleep and snoring loudly, for

the contents of the Silver Vial had the effect of sending all of them to

sleep within an hour and rendering them wholly unconscious for a period

of ten hours.

All through the city the Roly-Rogues lay asleep, and as they

always withdrew their heads and limbs into their bodies when they

slumbered, they presented a spectacle of thousands of huge balls lying

motionless. When the big kettle was finally empty and the lord high

general paused to wipe the perspiration from his brow, the last of the

Roly-Rogues were rolling over on their backs from the effects of the

potion which the witch-queen brewed and placed in the Silver Vial.

Aunt Rivette had been flying over the city since early morning,

and although the Roly-Rogues had been too intent upon their breakfast to

notice her, the old woman's sharp eyes had watched everything that took

place below. Now when all the monsters had succumbed to the

witch-potion, Aunt Rivette flew back to the mountain where the army of Ix

was hidden and carried the news to the witch-queen.

Zixi at once ordered her generals to advance, and the entire army

quickly mounted the summit of the ridge and ran down the side of the

mountain to the gates of the city. The people, who saw that something

unusual was taking place, greeted Bud and Fluff and the witch-queen with

shouts of gladness, and even Aunt Rivette, when she flew down among them,

was given three hearty cheers.

But there was no time for joyous demonstrations while the streets

and public squares were cluttered with the sleeping bodies of the

terrible Roly-Rogues. The army of Ix lost no time in carrying out their

queen's instructions, and as soon as they entered the city they took the

long ropes they carried and wound them fast about the round bodies of the

monsters, securely fastening their heads and limbs into their forms so

that they could not stick them out again.

Their enemies being thus rendered helpless, the people renewed

their shouts of joy and gratitude and eagerly assisted the soldiers of Ix

in rolling all the Roly-Rogues outside the gates and to a wide ledge of

the mountain. The lord high general and all the other counselors threw

away their aprons and symbols of servitude and dressed themselves in

their official robes. The soldiers of Tollydob's army ran for their

swords and pikes, and the women unlocked their doors and trooped into the

streets of Nole for the first time since the descent of the monsters.

But the task of liberation was not yet accomplished. All the

Roly-Rogues had to be rolled up the side of the mountain to the topmost

ridge, and so great was the bulk of their bodies that it took five or six

men to roll each one to the mountaintop, and even then they were obliged

to stop frequently to rest.

But as soon as they got a Roly-Rogue to the ridge, they gave it a

push and sent it bounding down the other side of the mountain until it

fell into the big river flowing swiftly below. During the afternoon all

the Roly-Rogues were thus dumped into the river, where they bobbed up and

down in the water, spinning around and bumping against one another until

the current carried them out of sight on their journey to the sea. It

was rumored later that they had reached an uninhabited island where they

harm no one except themselves.

"I'm glad they floated," said Zixi as she stood upon the mountain

ridge and watched the last of the monsters float out of sight, "for if

they had sunk, they would have filled up the river, there were so many of

them."

It was evening when Noland at last became free from her terrible

tyrants, and the citizens illuminated the entire city that they might

spend the night in feasting and rejoicing over their freedom. The

soldiers of Ix were embraced and made much of, and at all the feasts they

were the honored guests, while the people of Noland pledged them their

sincere friendship forever.

King Bud took possession of the royal palace again, and Jikki

bustled about and prepared a grand banquet for the king's guests,

although the old valet grumbled a great deal because his six solemn

servants would not assist in waiting upon anyone but himself.

The Roly-Rogues had destroyed many things, but the servants of

the palace managed to quickly clear away the rubbish and to decorate the

banquet hall handsomely. Bud placed the beautiful witch-queen upon his

right hand and showed her great honor, for he was really very grateful

for her assistance in rescuing his country from the invaders. The

feasting and dancing lasted far into the night, but when at last the

people sought their beds, they knew they might rest peacefully and free

from care, for the Roly-Rogues had gone forever.

CHAPTER 23 THE SAILORMAN'S RETURN

Next day the witch-queen returned with her army to the city of Ix

to await the coming of the sailorman with the necktie, and King Bud set

about getting his kingdom into running order again. The lord high

pursebearer dug up his magic purse, and Bud ordered him to pay the

shopkeepers full value for everything the Roly-Rogues had destroyed. The

merchants were thus enabled to make purchases of new stocks of goods, and

although all travelers had for many days kept away from Noland for fear

of the monsters, caravans now flocked in vast numbers to the city of Nole

with rich stores of merchandise to sell, so that soon the entire city

looked like a huge bazaar.

Bud also ordered a gold piece given to the head of every family,

and this did no damage to the ever-filled royal purse, while it meant

riches to the poor people who had suffered so much. Princess Fluff

carried her silver chest back to the palace of her brother, and in it

lay, carefully folded, the magic cloak. Being now fearful of losing it,

she wanted Jikki to allow no one to enter the room in which lay the

silver chest except with her full consent, explaining to him the value of

the cloak. "And was it this cloak I wore when I wished for half a dozen

servants?" asked the old valet.

"Yes," answered Fluff. "Aunt Rivette bade you return it to me,

and you were so careless of it that nearly all the high counselors used

it before I found it again."

"Then," said Jikki, heedless of the reproof, "will your Highness

please use the cloak to rid me of these stupid servants? They are

continually at my heels, waiting to serve me, and I am so busy myself

serving others that those six young men almost drive me distracted. It

wouldn't be so bad if they would serve anyone else, but they claim they

are my servants alone and refuse to wait upon even his Majesty the king."

"Sometime I will try to help you," answered Fluff, "but I shall

not use the cloak again until the miller's son returns from his voyage at

sea."

So Jikki was forced to wait as impatiently as the others for the

sailorman, and his servants had now become such a burden upon him that he

grumbled every time he looked around and saw them standing in a stiff

line behind him.

Aunt Rivette again took possession of her rooms at the top of the

palace, and although Bud, grateful for her courage in saving him and his

sister from the Roly-Rogues, would gladly have given her handsomer

apartments, the old woman preferred to be near the roof, where she could

take flight into the air whenever it pleased her to go out. With her big

wings and her power to fly as a bird, she was the envy of all the old

gossips she had known in the days when she worked as a laundress, and now

she would often alight upon the doorstep of some humble friend and tell

of the wonderful adventures she had encountered. This never failed to

surround her with an admiring circle of listeners, and Aunt Rivette

derived far more pleasure from her tattle than from living in a palace

with her nephew the king.

The kingdom of Noland soon took on a semblance to its former

prosperity, and the Roly-Rogues were only remembered with shudders of

repugnance and spoken of in awed whispers. And so the days wore away

until late in the autumn, when one morning a mounted soldier from Queen

Zixi dashed into Nole and rode furiously up to the palace gate. "The

sailorman is found!" he shouted, throwing himself from his horse and

bowing low before little King Bud, who had come out to meet him.

"Good," remarked Bud.

"The Queen of Ix is even now riding to your Majesty's city with a

large escort surrounding the sailorman," continued the soldier.

"And has he the necktie?" asked Bud eagerly.

"He is wearing it, your Majesty," answered the man, "but he

refuses to give it to anyone but the Princess Fluff."

"That's all right," said the king, and reentering the palace, he

ordered Jikki to make preparations to receive the witch-queen and her

retinue. When Zixi came to the city gates, she found General Tollydob in

a gorgeous new uniform waiting to escort her to the palace. The houses

were gay with flags and streamers, bands were playing, and on each side

of the street along which the witch-queen rode were lines of soldiers to

keep the way clear of the crowding populace. Behind the queen came the

sailorman, carefully guarded by Zixi's most trusted soldiers. He looked

uneasy at so great a reception, and rode his horse as awkwardly as a

sailor might.

So the cavalcade came to the palace, which was thronged with

courtiers and ladies in waiting. Zixi and the sailorman were ushered

into the great throne room, where King Bud, wearing his ermine robe and

jeweled crown, sat gravely upon his throne with Princess Fluff beside him.

"Your Majesty," began the witch-queen, bowing prettily, "I have

brought you the sailorman at last. He has just returned from his voyage,

and my soldiers captured him at his mother's cottage by the mill. But he

refuses to give the necktie to anyone except the Princess Fluff."

"I am the Princess Fluff," said Meg to the sailor, "and your

necktie is part of my magic cloak. So please give it back to me."

The sailorman shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. "My

mother told me," he finally said, "that King Bud would give me fifty gold

pieces for it, and the Queen of Ix would give me another fifty gold

pieces, and that your Highness would give me fifty neckties."

"That is all true," returned Fluff, "so here are the fifty

neckties."

Tillydib, the lord high pursebearer, counted out fifty gold

pieces, and Zixi's treasurer counted out another fifty, and all were

given to the sailorman. Then the miller's son unfastened the necktie

from about his collar and handed it to Fluff. During the murmur of

satisfaction that followed, the girl unlocked her silver chest, which

Jikki had brought, and drew out the magic cloak. Lifting the skirt of

the garment, she attempted to fit the sailor's necktie into the place it

should go. And then, while everyone looked on with breathless interest,

the girl lifted a white face to the sailorman and exclaimed, "This is not

the necktie your mother gave you!"

For a moment there was silence while the assemblage glared

angrily upon the sailor. Then the king, rising from his seat, demanded,

"Are you sure, Fluff? Are you sure of that?"

"Of course I'm sure," said the girl. "It is neither the shape

nor the color of the missing patch."

Bud turned to the now-trembling sailor. "Why have you tried to

deceive us?" he asked sternly.

"Oh, your Majesty!" returned the man, wringing his hands

miserably. "I lost the necktie in a gale at sea, for I knew nothing of

its value. And when I came home, my mother told me of all the gold you

had offered for its return and advised me to deceive you by wearing

another necktie. She said you would never know the difference."

"Your mother is a foolish woman, as well as dishonest," answered

Bud, "and you shall both be severely punished. Tellydeb," he continued,

addressing the lord high executioner, "take this man to prison and see

that he is fed on bread and water until further orders."

"Not so!" exclaimed a sweet voice near the king. And then all

looked up to see the beautiful Lulea, queen of the fairies, standing

beside the throne.

CHAPTER 24 THE FAIRY QUEEN

Every eye was now fixed upon the exquisite form of the fairy

queen, which shed a glorious radiance throughout the room and filled

every heart with an awe and admiration not unmingled with fear. "The

magic cloak was woven by my band," said the fairy, speaking so distinctly

that all could hear the words, "and our object was to bring relief to

suffering mortals, not to add to their worries. Some good the cloak has

accomplished, I am sure, but also has it been used foolishly and to no

serious purpose. Therefore I, who gave the cloak, shall now take it

away. The good that has been done shall remain, but the foolish wishes

granted shall now be canceled." With these words, she turned and lightly

lifted the shimmering magic garment from the lap of the princess.

"One moment, please!" cried Bud eagerly. "Cannot I have my wish?

I waited until I could wish wisely, you know, and then the cloak wouldn't

work."

With a smile, Lulea threw the cloak over the boy's shoulders.

"Wish!" said she.

"I wish," announced Bud gravely, "that I shall become the best

king that Noland has ever had!"

"Your wish is granted," returned the fairy sweetly, "and it shall

be the last wish fulfilled through the magic cloak."

But now Zixi rushed forward and threw herself upon her knees

before the fairy. "Oh, your Majesty--" she began eagerly, but Lulea

instantly silenced her with an abrupt gesture.

"Plead not to me, Queen of Ix!" said the dainty immortal, drawing

back from Zixi's prostrate form. "You know that we fairies do not

approve of witchcraft. However long your arts may permit you to live,

you must always beware a mirror!"

Zixi gave a sob and buried her pretty face in her hands, and it

was Fluff whose tender heart prompted her to raise the witch-queen and

try to comfort her. For a moment all present looked at Zixi. When their

eyes again sought the form of the fairy, Lulea had vanished, and with her

disappeared forever from Noland the magic cloak.

Some important changes had been wrought through the visit of the

fairy. Jikki's six servants were gone, to the old valet's great delight.

The ten-foot general had shrunken to six feet in height, Lulea having

generously refrained from reducing old Tollydob to his former short

stature. Ruffles, to the grief of the lord high steward, could no longer

talk, but Tallydab comforted himself with the knowledge that his dog

could at least understand every word addressed to him. The lord high

executioner found he could no longer reach farther than other men, but

the royal purse of old Tillydib remained ever filled, which assured the

future prosperity of the kingdom of Noland.

As for Zixi, she soon became reconciled to her fate and returned

to Ix to govern her country with her former liberality and justice.

The last wish granted by the magic cloak was doubtless the most

beneficial and far-reaching of all, for King Bud ruled many years with

exceeding wisdom and gentleness and was greatly beloved by each and every

one of his admiring subjects.

The cheerfulness and sweet disposition of Princess Fluff became

renowned throughout the world, and when she grew to womanhood, many brave

and handsome princes from other countries came to Nole to sue for her

heart and hand. One of these she married, and reigned as queen of a

great nation in after years, winning quite as much love and respect from

her people as his loyal subjects bestowed upon her famous brother, King

Bud of Noland.

THE END